"Fionna and Marshall Lee walked though the door of Gumball's lab. PG seemed to be working all day, night even. His gummy hair was all over the place. His eyes were dark and tired. Gumball used his elbow to prop himself up and his other looking at the chemicals he was mixing. Gumball was still in his lab coat.

"PG? How are you doing, you look like you died." Fionna asked walking towards him, she crossed her arms and cocked her hip.

"Oh, Fionna. It's nice to see you." Gumball yawned looking towards her and Marshall. "Don't worry, I've...I... I'm almost done." His head rocked back and forth. His eyes closing and re-opening. He shook his head, in effort to wake himself up. He straighten his back. "I've been up all night, sorry for the rudeness."

"Have you found a cure for me yet? I'm getting scratched and brusied by this soften skin." Marshall looked at himself. "I've could have falled from space and got half of the pain I have right now..." Marshall sighed in annoyance from the lack strength he has.

"Gumball yawned again, patting his mouth. "That's great, Marshall Lee." He looked down to his work."Do you mind if get some sleep. The longer I stay up, the longer this is going to take." Price Gumball's eye lids began to fall, he quickly opened them back up and went out the door. "I'm sorry, I really do need some sleep."

Fionna looked at Marshall. "Well that was stupid." Fionna laughed.

"Well, I'm still hungry. Marshall Lee's stomach growled. "What are we going to eat, Fi?" He asked, walking himself out of the laboratory and into the Candy King's grand kitchen. He opened the covers and the fridge. "I would eat jus about anything." He looked at some old cereal.

"Why don't you just make something already?"

"Because it is too much work and I am way to lazy to even think about it."

"What ever, dude." Fionna sighed. She turned around. "I'm gunna go home and make bacon pancakes or an everything burrito. Depending when I get there and if it's morning or lunch." Fionna rubbed her stomach in joy for Iideas of food. She turned her head to Marshall. "Do you want one? If not, enjoy the crummy cereal." Fionna left with Marshall following her.

"What is that blood sucker doin' in our house, Fionna?" Cake asked crossing her arms. "You know I don't take it to well toMarshall Lee." Cake hissed at him. She increased her body size and grabbed Marshall with her paws. "You promise not to hurt my sister?" Fionna rubed her arm awkwardly.

"I promise, now can you make us some food?" Marshall change the subject due to his hunger.

"MARSHALL! I said I would cook, Cake doesn't even like you" Fionna yelles at Marshall remark. "Why would you ask her that!"

"Because my stomach is growlin' for some food, and when I say food... I mean Cake's food, she doesn't burn the pancakes or anything like you do. You even mange to catch water on the stove on fire before, Fionna. I don't want anything fro you." Marshall shrugged his shoulders.

"Even when he isn't a demon, he still is." Cake set him down while looking at him wih angy eyes.

"I'm no demon." Marshall narrowed his eyes at her. "Well, technically. I am a son of a demon." He paused and smiled. "I could tear out the heart of Gumball if I have to. Any girl will fall for my beautiful body. I am the King of the vampires, still and always will." He chuckled.

"Marshall... You... Beautiful.. Idiot..." Fionna face palmed herself. She rolled her eyes than looked at Cake who had still been starring at Marshall in anger. "Cake, can you please make us some bacon pancakes. Marshall's right, I think I can make the pans on fire." She sighed.

"Fine, Fionna." Cake hissed at Marshall. "I don't think Marshall is going to be helpful around the kitchen. So just go play with him on Bmo or outside." Cake grew large and looked at him once more. "Remember, paste face, I'm watching you." Cake growled.

Fionna and Marshall went outside instead. Playing Bmo was going to get Cake looking at them the whole time. Outside, they could not have fear of Cake randomly yelling at them for something they did wrong. Fionna looked at Marshall. "You don't have to worry, I like you even though she doesn't." Fionna smiled.

"What do you like about me?" Marshall asked puting his hans in his jean's pockets.

"Your paste face."