Once upon a time, in the Candy Kingdom, some Princes where training during a Mallow Fencing Tournament. This small event, held by Prince Gumball, reunited Fionna the Human, Cake the Cat, the handsome Lumpy Space Prince and the little Hot Dog Prince. Everyone except for LSP were happily bouncing while fighting with wooden dull swords. The two non-royal people found it quite difficult to fight while bouncing in every corner.
"Prince, this fencing tournament sucks in a big way!" Fionna complained, losing her sword for o so many times already, "but thanks for the invite!"
"Oh, don't worry, Fionna," he reassured her, "the Mallow Fencing Tournament takes years to master."
"Prince!" she called as she found a way to stay steady, "I think I just now mastered it! One more bounce. Alright!"
She made a wrong step, falling bounce after bounce to the ground, quickly followed by Cake.

"Unh! Fencing tournament's hard, huh, Cake?
"Oof! Yes!"
"What am I hearing?! You must be mistaken! It is not burdensome!" the surprised purple prince said.
"Lumpy Space Prince, you big faker! You're floating, not bouncing!"
"Fine. I shall demonstrate it," he said humbly before quitting his floating, showing Fionna she was indeed right as he started to bounce all over the place, "Huh? Oh, no!"
And he felt, head first, landing his smooth but cutting teeth into Cake's leg.

"Oh. My apologies," he excused himself with a muffled voice, "I wounded your shank."
"You're still biting me!" Cake shouted in pain.
"Oh, my glob," he realized as he took his head away from her leg, "oh, right. My apologies."
"Man! Your leg!" Fionna yelled, seeing her limb becoming all lumpy.
"This is... new," Cake agreed, not that worried, "it's nothin' ominous, though. Just a bump."
"No, 'tis no bump. 'Tis the early stage of the lumps," he explained with a sorry expression.
"Is it serious?" Fionna wondered.
"It simply portend that she is shifting into a Lumpy Space person, on account of my bite. It can be compared to… werewolf rules, in a way," he explained before imitating a werewolf.
"Oh, no!" Fionna snapped.
" What? You think I'm gonna turn all lumpy like him? Get outta here," she reassured her before seeing her arm turning lumpy "wha? Fionna, I think I'm flippin' out!"
"Calm down, sis!" she tried before hesitating "I'll... I'll sock the lumpiness outta ya!"

"Hey, now!" Prince Gumball interfeed, throwing his fencing sword on the ground, the tip buried into the grass before bouncing down, "royal intervention! Surely there must be an antidote to the lumps."
"Indeed," LSP informed them, "there is an antidote, but you have to vamoose to Lumpy Space in order to obtain it. And Cake has to utilize it by sunset."
"What happens if he doesn't take the antidote by sunset?" he asked, worried.
"Her lumpiness shall be her doom for eternity"
"LSP, please! Can you tell us how to reach Lumpy Space?" Fionna hurried him.
"Yes, a portal is accessible nearby. I may unveil its location anytime."
"Take us now! Take us now!" Fionna and Cake asked as they pushed Lumpy Space Prince to the woods.
"I should not have play that much!" Prince Gumball confessed to himself, seeing dark spots blocking part of his vision and feeling weak.

Lumpy Space Prince led the two girls to some part of the woods, where they met a mushroom next to a frog.
"You must hush about this entryway. 'Tis now our secret"
"Where is it?" Fionna asked, looking around.
"The caecilian and the toadstool are the gate," the Prince explained.
"Password, please," the frog asked with a ribbit.
"Idontcare," he whispered.
"Good day, Prince," it welcomed him before scanning the two visitors, "Is your aunt okay with you entering Lumpy Space with two... non-Lumpers?'
"Just say yes!" Fionna mumbled to the prince, "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Indeed, indeed."
The frog then extended its tongue catching them one by one before transporting them to a dark place filled with hard clouds.

"AAAAH! Whoa... Lumpy Space." Fionna let out, amazed, "So, where's the antidote?"
"Stand by. Firstly, you ought to check out my humble place. 'Tis not the more pleasing although, 'tis surpassing yours."
"Uh, could you skip to the part where you tell us where the antidote is?" Cake hurried him.
"'Tis up Courting Point" LSP pointed out a reddish cloud.
"That's so close!" Fionna realized, seeing the building was a few miles away, "we can run there in no… time. Aww, what?! It's, like, a million-mile fall into space!"
While she got closer, she noticed they would be unable to reach this cloud by foot, as they were separated from Courting Point by an abyss.
"As you see, you shall need a vehicle to wander through my realm, otherwise you shall plummet into the Lumpy Abyss."

"Nephew!" an ugly disturbing lumpy woman called, "have you brought smooth people into our domain?!"
"I ought to, Aunt…" he explained, quite afraid of the woman, "I'm endeavoring to assist them, therefore I beg of you not to be resentful!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! What did you just say?!" a voice coming from behind the Lumpy Space Prince's Aunt snapped.
"I… expressed my will to aid my companions, "he explained, weakly.
"Uh…" Fionna hesitated.
"Yes?" the prince asked, not willing to face his rabid relatives, on which carelessly was ineffective.
"Vroom vroom?"
"Right," he realized, "Uncle, Aunt, I desire to scrounge our vehicle."
"You have made your aunt angry for the last time, nephew! You are hereby banned from using the royal car!" he forbid him, trying in vain to calm his wife while walking home.

"Flip! I lumping despise them! I am o so sorry, Fionna. However I am unable to assist you as my relatives are horrendous beings."
"Don't you know anyone else with a car?" she asked with hope.
"My comrade Michael owns a vehicle," he admitted with a hint of bad news in his voice, "but he is courting my former partner Brenda."
"Call him NOW," she commanded, frustrated.
"Hmm," he hesitated before reaching for his phone and talking to it, "Call Michael."

Elsewhere into the realm, Michael who was adjusting his fluffy pompadour haircut, heard his phone ring and picked it up.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hello Micheal, how are you doing today?" the prince asked casually.
"What's he saying?" Fionna hurried them.
"I am requesting, for the love of Glob!" he whispered to them before coming back to his friend, "Michael, harken me!"
"Have you obliterate what day it is?" he asked seriously.
"Michael. I am endeavoring to assist some companions."
"Tonight is the weekly Courting Ball!"
"Oh, Glob. it skipped my mind," the Prince realized.
"What'd he say?" Fionna asked again.
"Tonight is the weekly Courting Ball!" he replied to his friend, quite excited, "'tis ought to be o so delightful"
"LSP," she called, exasperated, "we don't have time for this. Ask for the ride, LSP."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-" he cannot stop to overreact to his realization, even noticing a long time after it was taken that his phone is now in Fionna's hands.
"Michael," Fionna called, imitating the best she could the prince's voice, "you ought to vehiculate us to Courting Point to court luscious ladies!"
"My prince, you are o so mischievous…" Michael bought it, "I shall come in a moment."
"Farewell," she said as she hung up.
"Sorry," she apologized seeing the madness into the gorgeous prince's eyes, "but Cake's lumpiness is worsening!"
"Actually, I think I'm beating it back with sheer willpower!" she assured her before feeling part of her head lumping up, quickly putting it back in place.
"Indeed," he said with hope in his voice, "however, do not scrounge my mobile no more."

The band only waited a couple seconds before seeing an old but beautiful car driven by a lumpy blue guy. He exited the vehicle before kissing Fionna's hand.
"Ugh…" she emits as he introduced himself, "OKAY! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
The three of them jumped into the car, which made its way through the Lumpy Space Kingdom in no time. During the entire trip, the music played was some kind of opera sang in an unknown language.
"Aw, Fionna, this music ducks, right?" Cake complained before turning more lumpy, "Ah. I am found of this melody. We ought to have a tea party at Shana's residence."
She then came back to herself.
"Gracious! That was terrible! Fionna, if you can't save me from the lumps… if I do turn… if I become lumpy like them, I want you to-"
"It's not gonna come to that," she reassured her as she embraced her, "but if it does, I'll bury you beneath the nicest, most shadiest tree!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" she stopped her "I'm saying that if I go totally lumpy, then I want you to get used to lumpy Cake. What did you think I was sayin'?"
"Oh, um... Heh heh," she laughed awkwardly before turning angrily to the blue Lumpy Person, "CAN'T THIS CAR GO ANY FASTER?!"

"We are already hither," Michael stated, turning towards her and winking at the blond human, "hello, Fionna."
"We have been hither for what seemed like moments," Lumpy Space Prince added.
"Finally! Huh?" Fionna exclaimed, seeing nothing but a house, "this doesn't look like Courting Point."
"'Tis Brenda's residence. You were willing to cruise to Courting Point? You think I want to court you?" Mickael asked with a flirting look, "with second thoughts, perchance I do, however… No! I am already courting, Fionna!"
"LSP, we gotta hurry!" Fionna told the prince while the other Lumper was heading towards his girlfriend's house, "Cake's running out of time!"
"Hear me when I say 'tis harsh for me too. We used to drink immoderate wine with Brenda… Thus there shall be quite a amorous stiffness among us."
"Hello," a tall pink Lumper greeted them.
"Oh, Brenda…" his boyfriend giggled as he kissed her hand.
"Are you pining from me thus far, your highness?" she asked the prince with an arrogant look on her face
"Slither, Fionna," he asked sadly, "I ought to hunker abaft."

The five of them resumed their trip to their destination, parking next to the beginning of the reddish part of the cloud.
"Let's go!" Fionna yelled, exiting the car along with Cake in one big jump.
"Wait. Watch yourself, Fionna," the prince warned them, "the folk who utilize the antidote up here are notorious for being… smooth hypocrites."
"What does that mean?"
"It simply imply what it portend. Haste yourself. Get the antidote thus we may bid farewell."
"Thanks, LSP," she said sincerely.
"Valediction," he wished them.
"Um... valediction," Cake replied uneasy.
"Uh, yeah, valediction," Fionna replied carelessly before seeing the cat's skin bulged and hurrying up.

They quickly made their way to the other part of the cloud, where two lumpers and a rather smooth person were hanging. The one in the center was sitting on a strange orb.
"Hey, girls," she greeted them, "Lookin' smooth!"
"Genuinely? You judge us velvety?," the one with glasses asked.
"Well, mostly you in the center," she replied pointing out the only smooth person of them all, "but yeah!"
"Why are you deceitful?"
"My best friend needs an antidote for lumpiness," she explained.
"Indeed, lumpiness is a burden," the last one stated before talking to the one in the center, "well, Monica, your time has come to an end!"
She then pushed Monica from the orb before sitting herself and turning smooth as her friend became lumpy.
"So the antidote is in that orb you are sitting on!" Fionna realized.
"'Tis the antidote, peasant," the new smooth one explain.
"Can my friend borrow it?" she asked
"Indeed, as long as you yield it back in an instant," she asked back before tossing the orb and becoming lumpy again.
"Hammacow. Thanks, fellas."

"What is it that is holding you?" the prince asked as he came along "did those swindlers hand you the orb?"
"Wait!" she yelled as one of the three now Lumpers took the orb back.
"'Tis another comrade of yours?" they asked, angrily.
"'Tis not a bother to you. Hand them the antidote forthwith and quit being hypocrites."
"My apologizes, young one," the first lumpy one said, exiting with her friends, the orb in her hands, "our minds were changed."
"Why did you have to say all those rude things to them?!" Fionna snapped at him.
"What? I was assisting you."
"Thanks a lot!" she said sarcastically, "They were right about to hand over the antidote!"
"You are tremendously welcome," he replied bitterly.
"You insulted them!" She accused, "and they got mad! And now Cake's gonna be lumpy forever! This is all your fault!"
"At this moment, I am acquainted with the feeling. I simply sought to aid you. I shall acknowledge my mistakes at times, however I am indeed endeavouring. And you, ladies, ought to be my comrades. Unlike the hypocrites around me here! Thus do what you both fancy. I am going to court. Shall you join us, Lumpy Cake?"
"No. Because no matter how messed up and lumpy I get, this girl never turns her back on me!," she stated before turning completely into a Lumper, "Indeed, I am following. I simply ought to turn my back on this peasant."
"CAKE!" Fionna screamed as she sees her leaving, "IT'S ALMOST SUNSET! Cake... I didn't save her... I... I'LL KILL YOU, LUMPY SPACE!

"Regain your composure, peasant!" the three Lumpers advised.
"Huh?" Fionna wondered, "I thought you girls left!"
"We were drawn back by your plaintive wail," Monica explained, "we are fond of your directionless fury."
"Um, thanks," she said uneasy.
"You gained our respect," she said, tossing back the orb "take it, retrieve your beloved."
"Yeah, there's no boyfriend," she confessed, "but there is still time to save Cake! Do you guys know where Courting Point is?"
"Courting takes place way down, beyond this tremendous abyss."
"Awesome," she exclaimed, "do any of y'all have wheels?"
"Sadly no, we were all forsaken as you were."
"Well... you think I can make it to that land-lump if I jumped off this cliff?" she wondered.
"Are you mocking us? A smooth peasant like you are will plummet right into the eternal void!"
"What if I was lumpy? Could I float over?" she asked.
"No, no! It could be lethal!" the other former smooth one replied.
"I shall opine you may have a chance to land unwounded," the one with glasses confessed.
"That's good enough for me," she reassured herself, "Now bite me!"
The three of them refused at first but, seeing the determination in Fionna's eyes, they had no other choice than to agree, biting her all once.
"Yes!" she said turning quite quickly lumpy, "I can feel the multiple bites accelerating the lumpification process! I'm starting to float!"
"Do not leap," they asked of her.
"I have to, for my BFF," she argued before jumping.
"Wow. She is a lunatic," the one with glasses yelled before seeing her landing successfully through the roof of Courting Point.

"Ah, I made it! And there she is!," she exclaimed, ending in a part of the huge ball.
Meanwhile a snail was waving, unnoticed.
"Indeed, this ball is marvelous," Cake was saying out loud.
"Cake!" she called her, "I'm mostly lumpy now! And I totally think you should sit on this sphere!"
"No!" she replied, pushing her.
Fionna tried in vain to force her to do she was told.
"Sit on it," she commanded.
"No," Cake repeated, tossing the orb on the cloudy ground.
"Please, Cake!" she begged of her, "you're my best friend! Just sit on the sphere!"
"I did not have forgotten you," Cake confessed, "you are merely a bland aspirant lumpy hypocrite!"
"Sit on it," she begged again, grabbing her bottom as a last attempt to save her, "before I turn completely lumpy!"
"NO!" she yelled once more.
"Oh, no!" Fionna realized, "I can feel the lumpiness... about to consume me!"
A second later, she became wholly lumpy.
"Indeed, lumpy is the quintessence!"
"Hear me and quit mumbling to your own self, moronic lady," Cake insulted her, "gather your orb and bid farewell."
"I agree," she replied with arrogance, "you are not worthy for such a beauty anyway!"
"May I not scrounge it this instant thus ?" she then asked greedily.
"Indeed, 'tis mine."
"Hand that orb to me!" Cake reclaimed violently, reaching for the ball.
"No," Fionna replied, "you are not worthy."
"I desire it! Hand it!"
"'Tis your real desire? Thus get it," she yelled as she tossed the orb behind her friend.
Cake started to run backwards to take the treasure. While doing so, she sar on the orb, turning back to her usual self.
"Oh! I'm not lumpy anymore!" she smiled before seeing the human, "oh, no. Fionna honey! You gotta sit on this!"
"No! You are unable to force me!" she screamed as she ran away, not noticing the gorgeous lady she was runing into, "Peas—OOF"

Everything went dark for Glob knows how much time but, when Fionna woke up, she felt normal again.
"Fionna! Hey, Fionna! Hey, honey Fionna," she heard Cake called, "hey, honey. We made it."
"Man... There's something cold under my butt," she noticed before realizing it was the antidote, "Oh! The antidote! Just in time, too! LSP, I'm sorry I blew up at you before. I didn't mean it. I was just really stressed out."
"Please, acknowledge I will not be offended," he confessed, before using his handsome curse "ladies, I might forgive you if you offer me the pleasure to dance with me."
"Sounds good to me," she said, taken by the charm, "Whaddaya say, Jake?"
"I find it quite pleasant," she confessed in a snob tone.
Even the music seemed to stop, everyone gasped. What did she just said?
"Heh heh heh. I'm just kiddin'," she laughed, happy to have tricked them all,"let's dance!"

The Lumpy Space Prince, along with Fionna the Human and Cake the Cat, danced all night long and were brought back to the Candy Kingdom only when the sun was arising.
THE END.