Fionna was elated. The night of the Ball had finally arrived! Prince Gumball had yet to find a date (serves him right), and new people were arriving from all over the land of Aaa for the big event.

The fact that she still had nothing to wear wasn't slowing her down either. For cheese's sake, she could wear whatever she wanted to, and nobody was going to tell her off. She certainly knew Marshall wouldn't.

That got her thinking as well. Would Marshall even dress up? She couldn't really imagine him wearing anything too fancy, but you never know. He wasn't exactly a predictable person either way. But still… maybe she should get a new dress..

"Hmm. Cake! Let's go on a girly adventure!" She said suddenly, jumping up.

"Uhh.. Are you feeling alright Fionna?" Cake asked, somewhat concerned/confused.

"Totes! I am SO alright!" She laughed, continuing "I wanna go on an adventure to find something to wear. Something totally mathematical!"

"Sounds good to me," Cake said smiling, "Anything in mind?"

"Not at all!" Fionna answered. "That's the adventurous part. We need to get something that's super awesome but not too fancy, and it can't be too girly, or not girly enough, or too sparkly or have too much stuff on it, or.." She trailed off, looking dazed.

"Something AWESOME!" Cake yelled in a voice suitable for WWE.

"Eeegggg-sactly!" Fionna exclaimed, running out the door in a triumphant fashion with Cake close behind in their typical 'We're Having an Adventure' ritual.

"Laadies, ladies, calm down.." A mocking voice drifted out from the edge of the forest upon their arrival. Marshall stepped out, breaking his fake sneer and smiling unusually wide.

(Fionna secretly thought it was a very nice smile, and that it suited him.)

"Hey!" Fionna shouted. "we're doing girl stuff, so don't bother us, kay!"

"OooOo, giiirl stuff" He mocked, but then he smiled again and winked. "Fine with me, just don't forget about tonight, Fionna darling!" He sang, sounding rather British in the process.

Fionna blushed, laughing, and promised she wouldn't.

"Good!" he said, sliding his hands around her waist in a quick hug before waltzing out the door.

"Well," Cake laughed. "Somebody's in a good mood!"

"I'll say!" Fionna agreed, giggling as they walked outside on a quest to find something for her to wear.

They made their way through the forest, sampling several different materials and other possible dress options, but with no luck. No luck, that is, until they came to the top of a small hill in a clearing surrounded by little green flowers.

Mounting the hill, they arrived at a rock. A yellow rock! Cake scrambled up the boulder to get a better look at their surroundings, when she stopped rather suddenly.

"What's up, dude?" Fionna called, already climbing up the rock herself.

Perched at the top of the rock was a crocodile. This wasn't just any crocodile, either. He was classy! He had a moustache!

"Um, hello!" Cake said hesitantly, walking towards the moustached stranger.

He looked her up and down in a scrutinizing manner, then exhaled deeply in a mildly depressing manner. "Good day, how may I be of assistance?"

Cake looked back at Fionna, raising her cat-eyebrows. Fionna stepped up, and turned to face the crocodile.

"Well actually, I'm looking for a dress!" She explained, "Or… something I can make one out of. Do you have any idea where I might be able to-" But before she could finish, he was on his feet.

"I KNOW JUST THE THING!" He shouted, grabbing Fionna's hand and leaping off the boulder. Fionna screamed in surprise, but rather than crashing into the ground, they floated safely down. Weird.

He pranced towards the green flowers surrounding the hill, But before they had gotten very far at all, they had fallen into a hole. Fionna screamed again, and shut her eyes.

Upon opening them, she found that they were in a cavern. Filled with… fabric? What?

Cake jumped down into the room as well, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Where the soap are we?"

"In my tailoring shop, of course! Tailoring is my passion! " his eyes widened, and he stared dramatically at a wall. "…Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of customers," the animated crocodile explained.

"Well then you can help me make a dress!" Fionna exclaimed, jumping in excitement.

"Love, I'll do more than help you. Tell me what you'd like, and it shall be done!"

"Mathematical!" Fionna exclaimed with a grin, and sat down beside the croc.

This was exactly what she needed. How the bowling ball they had come across a tailoring crocodile she had NO idea, but hey! She wasn't going to complain.