"Yo Jake, you sure there's a dungeon entrance around here?"
Jake sniffs the air a bit more before grumbling to himself as he slumps onto the grass, defeated. Finn looks at him questionly.
"I don't we're ever gonna find it Jake."
He rolls over to face Finn.
"Could've sworn there was an entrance to one right here. But now it seems to have up and vanished."
"This sucks dinguses."
"Yeah." Finn sits down next to Jake.
"Hey Finn, do you hear anything weird?"
The human boy listens hard.
"Nope, nothing why?" Jake suddenly stands up and enlarges his ears, knocking Finn over in the process. "Whoa, what the what man?" An outstretched yellow finger shushes him.
"Quiet, I hear something approaching from the east somewhere. It's making the strangest whining noise I've ever heard…"
Finn strains his ears, listening for anything out of place. At first it's as soft as a whisper, a silvery sort of noise floating on the breeze. But it quickly intensifies into a screech.
"Whoa, look up there man!" Jake points a finger straight up into the sky, a small grey object streaking it's way across the blue like a hot knife through butter, a dark smoky trail smearing the scenery behind it. It disappears over a tall hill before the pair hear a series of chaotic sounds indicating its return to earth. The two look at each other before scrambling to take a look. Jake is the first to crest the hilltop.
"Would ya look at that! It's a plane of some sort!" Finn runs up behind him.
"Whoa! That's mathematical! Hey wait, aren't these things supposed to be flown by pilots?" A second lapses between the pair before the thought catches up to them.
"THE PILOT!"
Jake quickly stretches Finn and himself over to the crash site, all the while muttering to himself.
"Oh man oh man, please tell me this isn't one of princess Bubblegum's experiments."
"Jake! I can kinda see somebody is in there! But there's too much smoke and this dang- whoop!" Finn steps back as Jake stretches out his hand and pops the canopy open, releasing a billowing cloud of noxious fumes into the air. Gagging on the smoke, he reaches inside the cockpit, pulling out a helmeted figure, the body fully covered in a jumpsuit of some kind.
As he pulls the mystery pilot away from the crash site, the helmet slides off, nestling itself into the grass. Finn is too busy dragging the body to look, but Jake notices it first.
"Oh my glob."
Finn looks to Jake. "What is it bro?"
"Look at her face!"
Finn obliges, and his brain does an immediate double take. Peach colored skin, hair that bordered between light brown and amber, and a distinctively feminine face? There was no mistaking now what Finn was looking at.
"Bro, I think we just found another human."
This was nothing new, especially after finding an island populated by thousands of his kind, but finding one in the land of Ooo was even rarer. The only one he's ever found in the land of magic and candy was Susan strong, but she was heavily augmented by the time he found her, more genetic mutations than human. Then there was also Beth, but she hadn't even originated from Ooo, being dragged out of time from the ancient past.
So seeing a completely normal human being falling from the sky onto the land of Ooo was certainly new to the pair.
As they contemplated the pilot, the jet suddenly bursts into flames, huge cascades of sparks jetting out of the cockpit, the ammunition cooking off like firecrackers. The heat roils over Finn like a hot blanket fresh out of a dryer.
"Oh my glob PUT IT OUT!"
Jake hastily stretches over to a nearby lake and sucks up its contents, before promptly spewing it all over the burning wreck. The flames, starved of oxygen, were quickly snuffed out. The cockpit was now utterly ruined.
"Well, what do we do now Finn?" They both look to the unconscious figure on the grass.
"We'll take Amelia to the Candy Kingdom, Nurse Poundcake should be able to help her recover."
"Alright Finn, sounds like a hey wait a second, how do you know her name?"
Finn gives Jake a confused look.
"That's what it says on her name tag, on her chest."
"Oh. Ha, my bad." Jake looks to the jet. "Should we take that with us as well?"
"Sure, maybe Princess Bubblegum can do her sciency stuff and figure out where exactly this plane came from! And once we do, you know what comes after that?"
A big smile grows on the duo.
"Aaaaadventure Time!"
Ouuuch. Once again, lights and noise break through the darkness, but they also bring something new with it.
A big painful headache.
Amelia cracks open her eyes a tiny bit, ignoring the dancing porcupine in her head while staying completely silent. Training has taught her that ten seconds of observation while awakening in an unknown place could save her life. And so she observes.
The first thing she noticed was the overbearing amount of pink on the walls. So much pink. Smells really sweet to, like if somebody has been chewing bubblegum right next to me.
"You can stop fake sleeping now, the monitors clearly show you're now awake."
Ah piss. So much for that. Amelia obliges, and slowly turns her head to see where the voice had originated from, only to immediately doubt her sanity. She blinks, but the visage remains the same.
Must have hit my head harder then I've thought. She ruefully thinks.
Staring straight back at her was a humanoid female figure that was completely pink, and upon a more scrutinizing look confirmed that it was no paint job. And it smelled a LOT like bubblegum. Suddenly to the left of the pink figure a yellow dog of an unknown breed popped up with a big smile. And it was standing, not awkwardly like the show dogs from some circus, but truly standing, as naturally as a bird would fly.
And then it spoke.
"Hey there, you feeling alright?"
Amelia promptly passed out again.
"Look what you've gone and done Jake!"
As Princess Bubblegum began to berate Jake for his lack of subtlety, Finn silently stared at Amelia. She had been sleeping for the past two days, and just when they thought they were going to get answers Jake had gone and sent her right back into the oblivion. Nurse Poundcake appeared to his left, a concerned expression on her face. Finn turns to her.
"How's she doing Nurse?"
Nurse Poundcakes hrrms for a moment.
"Her vital signs have been stable for the past two days now, but that nasty concussion should take a few more days to heal. Human anatomy is something I'm not too well practiced in, so I did the best I could."
Finn nods along and thanks her for her help. Then he idles over to Princess Bubblegum, who had just finished giving Jake a good dressing down.
"Oh hey Finn, you need something?"
"Yeah, um, have you figured out anything regarding Amelia or the plane?"
"Yeah, where exactly did it come from?" Jake asks. "Do you think the island full of humans have to do something with it?"
Princess Bubblegum shakes her head.
"Follow me, oh, and please try not to touch anything."
She leads the pair down into her laboratories. Upon reaching the deepest levels, she unlocks a massive door and the trio enters the massive chambers. Finn's eyes widen in surprise.
"Whoa…"
"Dang Princess, you've stockpiled quite the collection down here!" Jake exclaims.
Surrounding them in a room the size of a large hangar were dozens of rusting artifacts hanging from the ceiling, on shelves, or sitting on pedestals, each one having a dedicated computer screen in front of them. Some Finn recognized from his adventures out in the wilds, others, well, not so much. A mangled car here, computer parts there, and everything else inbetween.
"Hehe, look at me!" Finn turns to see Jake wearing a helmet that looked like it had seen better days. Bubblegum was not amused.
"Jake! What did I say about touching my stuff?"
"Ok ok." He stretches the helmet back into its stand. "Oh hey, that's the plane we found!"
Sitting in the middle was the wreck he and Jake had recovered, surrounded by tools and gadgets. A scanner hovered constantly around it like a bee on a flower, it's eye constantly analyzing the surface. One panel had been cut open, and the interior was in the process of being picked apart by Princess Bubblegum's meticulous fingers, wires and engine components exposed for the first time since their assemblage in a factory. She walks up to the computer in front of the display and starts scrolling down the screen.
"I have studied this particular aircraft for the past two days now, and here's what I've got so far. Despite the crash it had sustained its still in remarkable shape, well, except for the cockpit, that's been completely totaled."
Finn rubs his neck. "Yeah, the thing just kinda burst into flames. Sorry about that."
Princess Bubblegum waves it off.
"It's fine, I'm just grateful that it didn't just explode into a million pieces upon impact. Planes tend to that when they crash."
"Yeah… heheh." Jake murmurs.
"Anyways, I've managed to link this specific design to others I've found out in the wilds, but compared to those rusting hulks this piece of machinery is in remarkable shape, barely any corrosion on it at all. But carbon dating has put it to be over a thousand years old. Puzzling, since no vehicle that old should have any right being this well kept."
Finn scratches his head in confusion.
"So how did keep like this for so long?"
Princess Bubblegum taps away at the keyboard a bit more.
"I have a few theories, but without more solid information all I can really do is guess. Hopefully Amelia should have all the answers when she wakes up. Oh, and guys, don't do anything drastic when she does wake up. Lookin at you Jake."
"Yeah yeah, mmmrpgm."
Finn pokes a bit at the plane.
"How does it fly? I don't see any propellers, does it use magic to hover?"
In response the princess commands the scanner bot to project a 3D holograph of the engine.
"Even though the engine had sustained some damage it was quite simple to make out that it's a jet aircraft. Instead of using propellers to fly, it instead sucks in air and fuel into a chamber, where the mixture is then ignited, with the resulting superheated gas expelled out… the…" Bubblegum stops her explanation, the looks of two dumbfounded expressions gazing at her in confusion.
"Wha?" Asks Jake.
Bubblegum mentally sighs. "It's basically a rocket plane."
"Oooh, ok."
"But did you find out where it came from?" Asks Finn.
"Well," she says as she roots around a pile of metal parts, "that's the million dollar question now, isn't it? I don't know where it's exactly from, but I do know who made them at least."
"Really? Who?" They both ask at the same time.
"Jinx!"
Bubblegum holds up a small plaque from the pile.
"Lockheed Martin Productions." Jake read out loud. "Hey Finn! Your dad's name was Martin right? Maybe he's related to all this somehow."
Finn nodded. "Maybe, I mean, I've seen him cobble together a rocket from spare parts before, so maybe he does have something to do with this. Although he never mentioned having Lockheed as a name."
Princess Bubblegum shook her head.
"From what I have entailed Finn, your father is probably not even past his late fifties, so unless your dad is somehow a thousand years old, this aircraft was probably designed and built by a different person going by the same name. But they've probably been a corpse for a long time by now, so that's a dead end."
"Oh." Finn says.
"So what now princess?" Jake asks.
Bubblegum begins shutting down the computer.
"For now we'll just have to wait for Amelia to wake up and fill in the rest, right?" She says. But then an ominous click echoes across the room, a feminine voice emanating from the open entrance to the lab. And anybody who's ever watched an action film knows what kind of sound comes from.
"Guess you guys don't have to wait for long anymore."