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CHARACTERS:

Cake—Fionna's best friend/adoptive sister and Mo-Chro's girlfriend. She doesn't look much like Jake aside from their body proportions. She has white eyes in which the black pupils become circular if surprised, excited, shocked, or scared. She has a cat muzzle and a small nose (compared to Jake's), cat ears, white fur with many coffee colored spots, and a large bushy tail. Cake may know Morse code in order to speak to Lord Monochromicorn, similar to how Jake knows Korean in order to speak to Lady Rainicorn. Cake plays a hammered dulcimer, as opposed to a viola. Her tail "frizzes out" if it is agitated or worried. As a Lumpy Space 'cat', she is a light color of maroon with large spots of fuchsia to match her coffee-colored spots. Her tail is now lumpy and more beaver-tail-like.

Fionna—is a 13-year-old adventurer and Cake's adoptive sister. While usually appearing as black dots, her eyes are seen as blue when enlarged. She wears a rabbit-themed hat (similar to Finn's bear-themed hat) with exposed locks of blonde hair. Unlike Finn, her neck is shown. Her outfit includes a teal blue shirt with elbow-length sleeves, a dark blue skirt, and knee-high socks with two thin horizontal stripes at the top. Fionna is heavier set than. She has a green backpack (similar to Finn's) and Mary Jane shoes. Her name was officially changed from "Fiona" to "Fionna," presumably to make it more similar to Finn's name. The pronunciation, however, has remained unchanged. Like Finn and his crush on Princess Bubblegum, it is revealed in many portraits posted that Fionna has a crush on Prince Gumball. Fionna has buck teeth like a rabbit. Fionna, like Finn, is Cake's adoptive sister. It is shown that as a Lumpy Space girl, she is about 3 feet tall. The top of her has two long white lumps like her hat. The bottom of her is the same as her skirt. She has a small mass of yellow for her small piece of hair.

Roughhousing women—are a group of fight-loving women who live in Roughhouse Village. They all have individual characteristics, but they all have orange skin and long, shaggy hair. They wear pelt clothes, such as bearskin tops and deerskin skirts. Some of them wear horned or antlered hats.

(Female) Cliff—is a living cliff who lives right in front of Roughhouse Village. She is very fragile and hates violence and cares deeply about others' well-being. She cries boulders out of her eyes, which can cause problems. She also lives in front of the Male Mountain, who enjoys staring at her 'beautiful' back. She has large, car-sized hollow holes for eyes, a plateau for a nose, and a very large hollow line for a mouth. She is a dusty orange color.

MEMORIES OF POND JUNGLE

Fionna grabbed the roughhousing woman by her shoulders and pushed with all her might. The woman laughed and flung her head around, and Fionna landed on a table. She pounced at the woman and locked her arms around her neck.

"You're not too bad for a human!" The woman said, grabbing her by the legs and throwing her off.

"Not too bad?" Fionna scoffed, skidding on the dusty ground. "Puh-lease! I-"

She heard a loud, sobbing sound in the distance. She suddenly lost her competitive size and put her ear up to the wind. The woman charged at her like a bull, but Fionna jumped out of the way. "Cake! Do you hear that?"

"What?" Cake called, the metallic bunny-bear machine bucking and kicking. It lurched forward sharply. Cake flew through the air. Fionna reached out and caught her. "I think somebody's crying."

The woman lunged at her, grabbing her by the waist. Angrily, Fionna grabbed the horns on her hat and threw her over her head. "Knock it off! This is serious!" She ran off, jumping over a table.

"Come back!" The woman yelled angrily. "Wuss!"

The other woman gave a chorused Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

Fionna froze at the gate of the small village. Slowly, she turned to face them. "What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?"

"You heard me! Wuss!"

Fionna jumped onto a table and landed cat-like, splattering the mugs of slug slime-juice. "Listen up, ya cold-hearted barbarians! Someone out there is crying, and I am NOT going to ignore them!"

"Oh, here it comes." Cake smiled. "Lay it down, Fifi!"

"A long time ago, I was playing near a pond in the jungle."

The small, pudgy baby Fionna giggled, rolling her little toy truck along the grass. She was unaware that she was sitting directly in front of a small pond of water and fish.

"And then, I fell backwards and landed right in the pond."

Baby Fionna stood on her feet. She stumbled, unbalanced, and landed with a SPLASH in the pond.

"I cried for a day, but no one came to help me."

Baby Fionna cried and shrieked, stuck in the shallow pond. A father beetle and his daughter were walking by. The daughter pointed at Baby Fionna, but her father shook his head and led them on, walking.

"That day, I vowed to help anyone in need, no matter how small their problem!"

"And that's why I need to go!" Fionna finished. Stiffly, she stepped off of the table and ran out of the village.

The roughhousing woman began to clap. The other roughhousing women joined in, cheering. "Yeah!" "Woo!" "Go Fionna!"

"She still cries when she comes near a pond," Cake said to them, "Thanks for understanding. Wait up, Fifi!"

Cake ran out of the village and caught up to Fionna, who was standing at the foot of a cliff that was slightly slanted. Large orange boulders were rolling down the side of the cliff, rumbling loudly.

"Someone must be stuck in the avalanche!" She told Cake. "Let's go!"

Cake wrapped her arms around Fionna's waist and bounded up the cliff, dodging the boulders quickly. They came to a plateau, and they stepped onto the dry, dusty orange earth.

"So…who was crying?"

"I am!"

Fionna looked up to see two blinking, large, hollow holes in the side of the cliff in the shape of almond-shaped eyes. Apparently, they were standing on the nose of the Cliff. "Holy cheese! Oh, what's wrong, big gal?" She kneeled and started stroking the surface of the Cliff's nose compassionately. "Are you crying boulders?"

"Yes," The Cliff answered, a few small rocks still dripping out of her eyes, "I have been forced to watch roughhousing women for centuries."

Fionna looked down from the Cliff and saw the village, about the size of a soccer ball from where she was standing. "Oh! I get it! You're feeling left out and want to roughhouse, too! I'll take you on!" She began pounding and kicking the nose of the Cliff. "Back me up, Cake!"

"Yeah! Go, Fifi! Hit her with a rock! And then hit her with another rock!"

"Please," The Cliff begged, "No roughhousing! It makes…me…s-so…SAD!"

The Cliff's eyes filled with large boulders and exploded, causing a massive avalanche.

Cake stretched herself protectively over Fionna, guarding her from the rocks that were falling. "Why?" Fionna asked.

"Because it's so…barbaric!"

"But…roughhousing…uh…makes you stronger and…uh…gives you an adrenaline push!"

"NO! It's raunchy and disgusting! All those women and their horribly fantastic bodies!"

"Whoa," Cake said, folding her arms, "This gal has problems."

Fionna gasped at another memory.

"Look, dada!" The daughter fly said, pointing at Baby Fionna as she withered and cried in the pond.

"Don't look, sweetie," The father fly said, covering her eyes. "That girl has problems!"

"I'll help you, Cliff!"

"WHAT?!" Cake yelled in disbelief.

"I'll stop those roughhouses from being so rough!"

"Really?" The Cliff sniffed with a sad smile, "You would really help me?"

"Yes ma'am! I'm Fionna the Human, and I am going to help you!"

"Fifi, we're not going to shut down roughhousing entirely, are we?" Cake asked.

"No…but I'll think of something. I'll figure this out, Cliff Woman!"

Cake wrapped her arms around her sister and jumped off of the plateau as a parachute.

Fionna and Cake walked back into the village, greeted by the warrior cries and grunts of the roughhousing women pummeling each other again.

"Ah! Fionna!" The roughhousing woman said, throwing her fighting partner over her head. "Ready to get crushed?"

"Uh…no…but…uh…can you guys…stop…roughhousing?"

"WHAT?!" Everyone chorused in shock.

"Wha-?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, FIONNA?!" The roughhousing woman exclaimed.

"Could you just…tone it down a bit?"

"Fionna. I'm sure this has something to do with your pond incident. And I can respect that. BUT HOW CAN WE POSSIBLY STOP ROUGHHOUSING?!"

Fionna didn't know what to say. Looking around, she spotted a small white mouse and a white rabbit.

"I've got a legit plan!"

"This'll soften your pounding for smoother knock-outs," Fionna told the roughhousing woman, tying three rabbits to her right fist. "Like punching a pillow!"

The roughhousing softly punched the woman next to her. The woman responded by nudging her with her mouse-covered fists.

The roughhousing woman laughed as a woman head-butted her with a puppy on her head.

A woman giggled as she kicked another woman, her knees and feet covered in small ducks.

"What do you think?" Fionna asked the Cliff. "All fixed, right?"

"NO! THAT WAS TERRIBLE! NOW THEY'RE PUNCHING ANIMALS! IT IS ABUSING AND IN NO WAY A GOOD SOLUTION!"

"I-I'm sorry," Fionna said, bowing her head in shame, "I-"

"Well, you should be! It's not fair to those animals and it's not fair to me! I might just start to cry again, YOU KNOW?!" Large rocks began to spill out of the Cliff's eyes.

"Oh, give me a break," Cake groaned.

"Come on, Cupcake," Fionna pleaded, "I have to try again."

"But this gal seems like a real wacko, you know? You don't want to get stuck in her problems."

"Yes, I do. That's what I vowed, Cupcake! To help anyone in need! No matter how small the problem…"

The loud SPLASH echoed in her ears. "We have to try, sister."

"Whatever you say. Sister."

"Hey, girls," Fionna said to the roughhousing women, "It's me again."

They didn't hear her over the caws and whimpers of the animals.

"Uh…hello?"

RAWR!

"Uh…please stop a second."

BAAA!

"Women? Girls? Please? I have more to ask of you!"

OOH-OOH-AH-AH!

"Excuse me?" Fionna tapped on the shoulder of a roughhousing woman.

"Did you just TAP me?" The woman exclaimed. "I'M GOING TO TAP YOU!"

She tapped Fionna on the head.

"Whoa."

She tapped Fionna on the head again.

"This is great!"

She turned to another woman and tapped her on the nose.

"DID YOU JUST TAP ME?"

"Yeah!"

"I'LL TAP YOU BACK!"

She tapped the other woman on the nose. "WHOA. This is great!"

"Legit!" Fionna said.

She ran from roughhousing woman to roughhousing woman, tapping them on their hips, shoulders, and faces.

"Fionna!" The roughhousing woman called, being tapped on by about three other women. "You're doing A-okay today!"

"Maybe you can solve other people's problems," Cake told Fionna, being tapped on by deer, bunnies, butterflies, and ducklings.

"Thanks, Cupcake. I'm going to go tell the Cliff."

"Okay." Cake yawned. "I'm gonna…stay here…"

She fell asleep.

The Cliff laughed in triumph.

"So, it's all cool?" Fionna asked.

"Yes! Thank you, Fionna the Human!"

"So the Cliff is tots okay with it." Fionna told Cake, taking another swig of butterfly milk. "S'all good."

"Great job, Fifi," Cake said as a kitten continued to tap her shoulder. "The women are going crazy over the tapping! They're tapping each other until they're bruised."

Fionna frowned and look around. Everyone was covered with purple and blue bruises, apparently by the tapping. Even the little animals :'(

"That look kind of…jacked up…"

"Hey, Fionna!"

Fionna turned around to see the roughhousing woman, black and blue with bruises. "As you can see, the tapping got a bit…out of hand."

A woman tapped her on the neck. The roughhousing woman slapped her hand away. "NO! We are DONE with the tapping! We're going back to roughhousing."

"No!" Fionna pleaded. "The Cliff doesn't want you guys roughhousing!"

"Well, we don't like NOT roughhousing. Are you seeing the problem?"

"Uh…I know! Why don't we move the Cliff AWAY from the village, so she can't see you guys?"

"That sounds legit, Fionna!"

"WHAT DO YOU SAY, CLIFF?!"

"That's fine," The Cliff said, "As long as you guys promise to stop roughhousing afterwards."

"That Cliff can talk?" The roughhousing woman said.

"Just promise her anything. She'll believe you."

"SURE! WE'LL STOP!"

"Okay!" The Cliff beamed. "Move me the math away, now!"

"Now all I need is some sort of hovercraft…" Fionna thought.

"NO! OVER HERE!"

Everyone craned their necks to see the other side of the canyon, which was a male, apparently divided from the other Cliff by a canyon.

"DON'T TURN HERE AROUND! I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO SEE HER BEAUTIFUL BACK ANYMORE! IT'S GORGEOUS!"

"What?" The Female Cliff smiled. "Really?"

"Huh?" Fionna gawked. "Uh…okay…maybe we can-"

"Excuse me?"

Fionna looked down to see some dandelion sprites frowning sadly. "We need your help. We want to dance, but there is no music."

"Uh…hold up…" Fionna said. "I'll help you guys in a minute, okay?"

"Hey, quite down!"

Fionna looked up to see an elderly woman grumpily frowning. "I want some quiet so I can sleep!"

"Uh-"

"I need to be pollinated!"

"HUH?!" Fionna span around to see a fuzzy pink fur ball standing in front of an electric fan.

"I need to be pollinated to have my children!" The fur ball said…but it was a guy.

"Everyone, please!" Fionna pleaded. "One problem at a time."

There was a loud growling noise.

"My back itches and I can't scratch it!" A giant serpent snarled.

"This weather's too cold!" A snowman complained.

"Daddy! Get the flies away from my daddy!" A group of fish cried as a swarm of flies swarmed their dead father's corpse.

"That guy took out triangle."

"They took my pear!"

"WE WANNA ROUGHHOUSE! WE WANNA ROUGHHOUSE!"

"I'M A MERMAID!"

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"

Fionna screamed. "EVERYONE WANTS DIFFERENT THINGS! AND SOME OF THEM ARE WHAT OTHERS DON'T WANT!"

"Fifi. Calm down." Cake grabbed her sister's head in her paws. "So this gal wants this, and that guy wants that. But Fifi, what do you want?"

The question sank in Fionna's minds. What. Do. You. Want?

Julia the Cat, Cake's white-haired mother, walked up to Baby Fionna as she cried in the pond, shrieking and sobbing.

"What do you want, baby girl? Why are you crying?" She asked, picking up the squirming Baby Fionna out of the water. Julia turned to her husband, Michael, a coffee-colored cat. "Michael, this baby won't tell me what it want, it won't stop crying, and it's wet."

"Give her here, Julia." Michael took Baby Fionna in his arms. "All this babe needs is some love and hugs." He squeezed Fionna, making him soaking wet. Fionna giggled. "See? Now she's happy."

"Michael, you just hugged a pond baby. So don't expect no tender love from me until we give you a good long bath."

Baby Fionna giggled again.

Fionna closed her eyes at the memory. "Cake. All I want is to help everyone."

Cake chuckled. "That's cheddar-cheesy, but whatever. Let's do it!"

"Are you ready, dandelions?" Fionna called.

"Ready!" They called.

"Ready, giant serpent?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Ready, Female Cliff?"

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!…I'm ready.'

"GO!"

The roughhousing women began to roughhouse, making the strings attached to their arms and legs move like puppet strings. The strings were attached to some flyswatters, swatting the flies away from the father fish's corpse. The flies swarmed into the ears of the elderly woman. The woman smugly threw some rocks at two small seesaws, which launched the pear and circle back to the toad and cube people. This all made a sort of musical sound, which the dandelions danced to. Their pollen landed on the pink fur ball, and smaller, scratchy fur balls appeared next to him. The giant serpent scratched her back on them. The serpent breathed out fire, making the weather warmer for the snowman (but melting her.) Finally, the steam coming from the snow shielded the view of the Female Cliff.

"I can't see anything! Is anyone roughhousing?"

"No."

"Radical."

"And I can still see this GORGEOUS back!" The Male Cliff beamed, staring at the Female Cliff's stream-covered, flowery back.

"Thank you, Fionna! You really helped everybody!"

Everyone cheered and clapped.

"Yeah!"

"Go Fionna!"

"Wahoo!"

"…I'm still a vampire."

The roughhousing women lifted Fionna onto their shoulders, cheering.

"STOP!"

Everyone froze and looked over at a frowning Cake. "I still have a problem!"

"What is it, Cupcake?" Fionna asked, stills smiling.

"This whale fell in love with me."

Fionna looked over at a small killer whale, which was nudging Cake's back affectionately. "Cupcake, that's the opposite of a problem!"

And so, they spent the rest of the day riding on the back of the killer whale through Lake Hubba-Grub.

TRIVIA

· There is no trivia for this episode. :/

This isn't exactly my favorite episode.

Yours till the jack rabbits,

MOONSTAR