Marshall PoV.

"Marceline, hey Marceline; open up!" Fionna, Cake and Marshall Lee had left the forest and arrived at a cave with a small pink house built inside of it, Marshall was on the porch banging on the door impatiently, after a couple more hits on the door, they heard a muffled grumble come from the other side, "Alright, alright! I'm coming already!" said a female voice, Marshall saw Fionna shift uneasily at the unfriendly response until he heard the click of the locks and the red door swung open, "What?" in the doorway was a girl who looked to be roughly Marshall's age with messy knee length raven hair, pale skin, and crimson brown eyes, she was wearing a grey tank top with ripped up jeans and reddish brown cowboy boots, her appearance was nearly identical to Marshall's. She was Marceline; Marshall's older twin sister. She rubbed her eyes and they widened when she saw who was at her door, she beamed, "Marshy!" she squealed and tackled Marshall into a hug, he grunted at the impact, the wind knocked out of him, "Marshy! You should have visited sooner! You shouldn't make your big sister wait!" she cried, still grinning, Fionna giggled at him, his face turned pink, "Marcy! Now isn't the time! I need to talk to you!" she got off him and laughed, helping him on to his feet, "Sorry Marshy-""Don't call me that." she grumbled turning his pink face away, Marceline giggled and turned to Fionna, "And who's this?" Fionna looked a Marceline and blushed, she was one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen, "I-I'm Fionna…" she stuttered, Marceline beamed at her, showing off her perfectly white teeth, she turned back to her brother and smirked, the exact smirk Marshall had, "She's cute. Is she your new girlfriend?" she giggled, Marshall turned red, "What? No! I'm only here because I… need your help…" he mumbled at the end, she crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow, "With what? You need relationship advice?" she smirked, "No. with this…" he motioned towards Fionna which Cake came out on cue carrying the rest of her long golden tresses, Marceline gasped, and put her index finger to her mouth looking at the small girl with long hair, "Blending in." he said, she bit her lip, "Oh…I see." She opened the door motioning for them to come in.

"Here, try these on; we'll leave you alone to change." Marceline tossed Fionna some clothes and left her alone in the room to change, she closed the door and turned to her younger brother, "So, you're saying, that girl, has been isolated in that tower for how long?" Marshall crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "She says she's been in that she's lived there her whole life," he sighed; "Why she asked?" he shrugged, "Over protective mom." Marceline raised her eyebrows, "To the extremes, over protective…" she said, "Anyway; she says she wants to see the lanterns, and I'm taking her." Marceline laughed, "Since when have you been the nice guy?" he scoffed, "We made a deal; I take her to see the lanterns, she gives me back my…belongings." Marceline gave him a concerned look, she knew what that meant; "What did you steal this time…?" he shrugged nonchalantly, "Just the tiara of the Lost Princess." Marceline's jaw dropped, "You what? You mean you actually pulled through with it?" she asked completely dumbfounded, her brother smirked, "Sure." He said, she crossed her arms, "And; you lost it to a 14 year old girl?" he frowned and turned away, she chuckled, "I know you Marshall; you're not the type of person who gives in that easily, though. What persuaded you?" He frowned and felt the lump on the back of his head, "I'd rather not talk about it…" he said frowning at the memory, that's when Cake stepped in with a sly grin on her face, "Let's just say he lost a few brain cells, but he avoided brain damage." Cake said, fiddling with the frying pan Fionna brought with them, she eyed him mischievously, Marshall flinched, Marceline stifled a laugh, apparently catching on to what happened, "Want some ice?" she offered, still laughing, Marshall flopped on her hard couch, "Please." He groaned, Marceline and Cake gave each other knowing looks and laughed.

Fionna PoV.

"I'm done." Fionna called from the other room, Marceline poked her head through the door, "Don't be shy, c'mon!" she urged, "Okay I'm coming." Marceline led Fionna into the living room smiling, "Cake, how do I look?" Cake looked up; Fionna was wearing a light blue ¾ sleeved shirt, a dark blue skort that went an inch above the knees, and thigh-high tube socks with light blue stripes with shiny black Mary-Jane shoes, her ridiculously long hair still cascading around the other room, "Oh, Fi, you look beautiful." Fionna blushed, Marceline nodded and turned to her brother, who had a bag of ice on his face, "What do you think Mar?" he removed the bag and looked up at the petite girl, and his eyes widened, "Wow. Um…She looks…" he didn't know what to say, and then he just shrugged, "Normal?" Marceline sighed with disappointment, she expecting more of a reaction from him, then she turned to Fionna inspecting her, her hand on her chin, "Now; we need to do something about that hair…" "Just chop it off." Marshall offered bluntly, Fionna jumped, "No! I can't do that…" Marceline scowled at him, "Marshall! Don't just put something like that out there!" he chuckled, "Whatever. I was just kidding." He mumbled. Marceline turned back to Fionna, "Sorry about that, now let's see…" she thought for a moment and then she snapped her fingers, "Got it! Wait here." She left the room into her bedroom and came back a moment later with a white hat with bunny ears, "Here, we can stuff your hair in here." Fionna looked back at her 70 foot long hair, "Um…how…?" She looked doubtful, "Don't worry, this is a special kind of hat, it can hold anything, even your hair." She stated, she stepped behind Fionna and pulled it onto her head, and started the long (time wise and literally) process of stuffing her hair into the hat.

20 minutes later…

"There we go." Marceline put her hands on her hips smiling again, and Cake grinned, "Um…do I look okay?" Fionna asked, the two older girls smiled, "You look great Fi. Look in the mirror." She turned around and looked in the tall mirror in the other room; the rabbit hat was buttoned tightly around her head, and all of her hair was tucked into it, except one stray lock that cascaded down the right side of her face, she looked like any other normal girl. She tugged at the stray lock and smiled, "Thanks Marceline!" she beamed, the older girl smiled kindly at the small girl and put her hand on her head, "You're welcome, Fi." She turned back to Marshall, "Okay Mar, she's ready." He took the ice pack off his face and raised his eyebrows, "She looks…" Marceline gave him a look to make his say more, "Great." She gave him a satisfied smile and Fionna blushed, he stood up, "Okay, let's go-""Hold on Marshall." She grabbed an axe shaped instrument that was similar to Marshall's and slung it over her shoulder, "I'm coming with you." She said, his jaw dropped, "What? No!" he said, she rolled her eyes, "C'mon Mar; we're going to the kingdom, and someone has to watch out for you to keep you from getting in trouble." She said, "I can take care of myself, thank you." He snapped, "Oh c'mon! What's it going to take for me to come with you!" she whined, Fionna walked up to him and pointed the frying pan in Marshall's face, he flinched and stepped back, "I will use this." she warned, he raised his hands in surrender, "Fine! She can come. Just put that dang thing away!" he snapped, Fionna smirked with pleasure and walked out the door, Marceline looked at her in awe and turned to Cake, "Where can I get one of those?" Cake laughed and they walked out the door.