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.
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.
TummyTyra-the TummyTyra is a beastly creature. She looks very similar to Cake, but her fur is silver and copper and more scruffy and coarse. Its fur is dirty and more filthier, and its tail is shorter. Its teeth are much more sharper, and its eyes and deep red.
Title Card
The young children screamed as the TummyTyra suddenly closed in on them, snarling and hissing.
"Cupcake! Cuuuuuuupcake!"
Fionna stepped out of the bushes. On their adventure to help Stacy the Cantaloupe once again, Fionna had lost sight of Cake completely. Against a small stone, she found Cake's hammered dulcimer, but Cake was nowhere in sight. She sat down, placing the instrument in her lap and then picking up the hammers. She started to play horrible, shrieking, coarse notes.
There was a scream.
"What?" Fionna stopped.
Cake suddenly popped out from the trees, her paws covering her ears in pain. She rolled in circles on the ground, shrieking and screaming. She slapped the instrument out of the human girl's palms.
"That bombed, Fifi!" exclaimed the cat.
Fionna frowned. "But I don't know how to play-"
"Precisely! My dulcimer hates being played by people who don't even know how!" Cake began to play a few melodic notes, as if checking that Fionna's horrible playing had not damaged her beloved instrument.
"NOOOOOOO! AAAAHHH! HELP!"
"Huh?" Fionna and Cake span around in unison.
"Someone needs our help!" yelped Fionna. "Let's go!"
"Wait! I've gotta fix my dulcimer!"
Fionna ran into the Plushie village, panting. She looked around. The ground was made of cotton, the houses made of various fabrics, all stuffed with cotton. The Plushie people, animals, butterflies, and dolls, all stuffed with cotton and sewn with fabric, were sobbing and bawling, tears running down their faces until they were absorbed into their skin.
"Plushies!" Fionna ran up to them all. "Why are you all in a bizuz?"
The mayor of the Plushies, a stuffed eagle with waterspout, yellow-green, and patriarch feathers, looked up from them, her harlequin eyes glittering with tears. "The TummyTyra. She's back!"
Fionna raised an eyebrow in confusion. "The TummyTyra?"
"Yes. She is back for sure."
"Who is this chick?" asked Fionna.
The Mayor sighed. "The TummyTyra is a jewel-eating beast."
In the past, the Plushies of this village loved piling all of our jewels in the center of town and dancing madly around it. It was SO. AWESOME.
The Plushies of the village brought all of their precious, beloved jewels, and piled them onto the cotton ground.
But then the TummyTyra came and stole all of our jewels!
Suddenly, a furry, scruffy hand swooped down and took all of the jewels greedily.
So we adapted and learned how to hide our gold with a big bowl.
The Mayor took the gigantic bowl and placed it over the large pile of jewels.
And it worked! The TummyTyra didn't come back! But recently-and true, it was probably a bad idea-we removed our jewels from under the bowl and put it in the center of town. CAUSE WE REALLY LIKED DANCING AROUND IT!
The Plushies took all of their jewels from under the bowl and placed it back in the center of town in a huge pile.
But boy oh boy was that a mistake. You know what happened?
"Uh..." Fionna hesitated. "...It came back and stole all your jewels?"
"YES! SHE ATE ALL OUR JEWELS!" The Mayor began to sob.
"Aw." Fionna patted her hand on the Mayor's fabricated back. "Don't cry, Ms. Plushie Mayor. I'll find this monster and bring peace to this village! I SWEAR!"
"Swear to what?" A violet cat asked. "You gotta swear to something?"
"Uh...Justice? I SWEAR TO JUSTICE!"
The Plushies all cheered wildly.
"So...What does she look like?"
The Mayor frowned. "Oh...Uh...We usually just close our eyes and tinkle from fear when she comes. It's so frightening! But..." The Mayor gestured over to a paw-print in the ground, about the size of a horse. "She did leave this paw-print."
Suddenly, something huge and furry slammed down between them, causing everyone to shriek in fear.
"What's up, Plushas?" asked Cake, beaming down at all of the Plushies.
"HER PAWS MATCH THE FOOTPRINTS!" Someone scream.
"IT'S THE TUMMYTYRA!" Another one shrieked.
"I'M GONNA TINKLE!"
"Nononononononono!" said Fionna, waving her arms to and fro. "Calm down, everybody! This is my friend, Cake the Cat."
Everyone breath a gigantic sigh of relief.
"I almost tinkled..." the young, indigo Koala sighed.
"Wait." Cake raised an eyebrow, as if coming up with an idea. "You were gonna tinkle if I were the TummyTyra?"
"Oh yeah." said the young Koala, waving his denim arm like it was no big deal. "We're terrified of her."
Cake's face went horrific. Her teeth somewhat sharpened, horns coming out of her head. "THEN I AM THE TUMMYTYRA!"
All of the Plushies screamed horribly. "I'M GONNA TINKLE!" The Koala cried before running away like a child.
Fionna chuckled as Cake went into guffaws.
"I'm just kiddin', everyone!" cried Cake. "I'm just..."
She disappeared from view before stepping out from behind Fionna, in her normal size. "Cake the Cat!"
"Awwww..." a turquoise Raggedy Leanne cooed. "It's just a cute little kitten."
Cake frowned, and her paws balled into fists. "I'm not cute! I-"
A little blue bear-cub ran up to her. "Kitty!" She rubbed her behind the ears. "Pat-pat."
"Hey!" retorted Cake. "What're you-?"
The cub rubbed under her muzzle. Cake purred-yes, purred, of all people-and closed her eyes. She drooled.
Fionna scoffed at her.
Cake's eyes flew open. "What?"
"I didn't say anything." said Fionna as the cub set Cake on the ground, petting and rubbing all over her. "Plushies of the Village of Plushies! I and my companion Cake swear to find this beastly beast and slay it!"
The Plushies cheered like a riot.
"Let's go, Cupcake."
Cake's eyes fluttered open as the cub rubbed her forehead. "Wha-? No."
Fionna had to drag her out of the village.
"Hey, Fifi." said Cake as she and Fionna followed the trail of paw-prints through the grassy plains. Cake was fitting her paws into the prints. "My paws fit these prints pretty well. Ha. What if I really am the TummyTyra?" She laughed, but it sounded more nervous than kidding.
Fionna smiled and pointed an accusing finger at the cat. "Cupcake, your paws will fit anything."
"That IS true." laughed Cupcake. "Check this out!"
Her paws all shrunk down greatly, until they resembled Mary Jane shoes. She began to follow Fionna's trail of footprints mockingly. "I'm Fionna the Human. And I stink at the dulcimer."
Fionna, just as mockingly, fixed her mouth and nose so that they somewhat resembled Cake's muzzle. "I'm Cake the Cat. And I lick myself when no one's looking."
Cake frowned. "There are a lot of interesting tasted you can get from licking yourself..."
There were sudden, shrill cries heard. They looked ahead to see the Triangular Village coming up in the horizon, its pointy buildings like cones.
Fionna entered the village, climbed up a ladder, and looked down to the ground. The Triangular people, all shapes and colors, were sobbing and bawling.
"Hey, Triangles! What's going on here?" asked Fionna.
"The TummyTyra slicked into out village and stole all of our precious jewels!" The Mayor cried, tears running down her red surface.
Cake appeared behind Fionna, roughly the size of a whale. "Wait. What happened?"
The Triangles all cried louder, screaming. "THE TUMMYTYRA!"
"No! She isn't the TummyTyra!" exclaimed Fionna. "She's my best friend/sister!"
A pink Triangle narrowed her eyes. "We've seen the TummyTyra, and she looks exactly like her!"
Cake gave off a nervous chuckle. "That's bonkers."
"Cupcake!" said Fionna. "Normal-size!"
"Oh, yeah."
Fionna jumped off of the building and landed on the ground. Cake jumped after her, shrinking down with the speed of light to her normal size. Cake began flailing her arms, kicking her feet to do a jig.
"I am not
The TummyTyra!
Be-ba-ba-bee-boo-ba!" She got down on her stomach, doing the slug-dance.
"Awwwww," Cooed a green triangle. "It's just a cute little kitten."
Cake sprang up, her eyes narrowed. "Ya'll are the ones who are adorable! I'M GORGEOUS!"
"Awwwwww. She's all mad."
"Even cuter."
Cake cried out in exasperation.
A yellow Triangle ran up to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "She's so adorable!" She began to rub under Cake's muzzle.
"I'm not adorable! I'm...goraaaaaaah..." Cake's eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"We are seeking the TummyTyra as well!" proclaimed Fionna. "Me and my sister Cake will find it and slay it! Tell us what she looked like."
"Exactly like her," A orange Triangle pointed to Cake. "But bigger."
As the yellow Triangle began to rub behind her ears, Cake's eyes swirled like puddles of water. "Ruarahh..."
"Which way did she go?"
In unison, the Triangles all pointed in the opposite direction of them.
"Cupcake! Let's go!"
"What?" Cake snapped out of her trance. "Where am I?"
"C'mon!" Fionna ran towards the gates of the village.
"I'm not adorable!" Cake snapped at the village people one last time. "I beat 'chu you up!"
"Fifi..." sighed Cake as Fionna rode on her back through another field. "W...ugh...What if I AM the TummyTyra?"
"WHAT?"
"What if I'm-I dunno-stealing jewels in my sleep?"
"That's impossible. I watch you while you sleep."
"Wha-? Fifi, that's just plain creepy."
"I can't help it. I take pictures."
"When do YOU sleep?"
"Bravery never sleeps."
"There has to be some time when you're not watching me. Maybe I'm stealing jewels...unconsciously?"
Fionna, annoyed, stuck her head in Cake's enlarged ear. "YOU. ARE. NOT. THE. TUMMYTYRA."
WEEOOO! ALARM! ALARM! WEEOO!
Fionna and Cake looked up. The Cactus Village was in the horizon. It sat in the desert, dusty and sandy. Everything was made of cacti. The buildings were cacti that towered over twenty stories high, with windows and doors carved into the skin and the insides hollow. The sun made its shadows cast over the ground like figures dancing. Sirens were blaring from it.
"Let's go!" Fionna stopped. "Oh. Wait. What if they think you're the TummyTyra?"
She thought for a short moment before snapping her fingers. "I got it!"
She reached into her backpack and took out a clown-mask, with red lips and big blue eyes. Then she pulled out a rainbow-colored wig.
Cake adjusted her body's form. She balled her torso together and her arms turned into the shape of wings. Her legs grew longer, with her paws now webbed. She grew out her neck, so it was a few feet long. Her body resembled that of an ostrich's now. Fionna strapped the mask over her eyes and muzzle, then put on the wig to conceal her ears.
Cake's voice muffled under the mask. "Let's go!" She ran into the village.
The Cacti people, cacti with humanoid designs and pointed faces, were sobbing and bawling like their children had been slaughtered.
Fionna frowned. "These people are a mess."
Suddenly, two spiky arms shot in front of them.
"Halt!" The female guard cried. "Identify yourselves!"
"I am Fionna the Heroin!" proclaimed Fionna.
"I'm...uh..." Cake's voice paused, her new face moving life-likely. "Payaso!"
"We are on a mission to slay the TummyTyra!"
There was gasps from the crowd. The two guard women stepped aside. Another cacti women, with gold thorns instead of brown, stepped in front of the two heroin girls.
"I am the Mayor of this village. Our gold has been stolen by the very monster in which you speak of!"
Fionna hopped of Payaso/Cake and said, "I swear to slay this beast and return all of your jewels!"
"Our people shall praise you forever." The Mayor beamed.
A servant-girl waddled up to her, a piece of paper in her hands/spines. She held it out to Fionna and Cake.
"This is a photograph of the TummyTyra to help you with your expedition." said the Mayor.
"Thank you." Fionna took the paper.
Cake gasped.
The TummyTyra stood twenty feet tall, or so it seemed in the photograph. Her fur was scruffy and dirty, colored with silver and copper. Her teeth were so sharp, it was a wonder that her gums weren't bleeding. Her nails were madly sharp as well, and her tail was even scruffier than the rest of her.
"Fifi." whimpered Cake. "It's ME."
"We already know it looks like you." Fionna said, crumpling up the photo and sliding it into her skirt-pocket. "It's just one of those freaky coincidences. Like how my knee looks like your muzzle."
"Yeah, I know you think it does, Fifi." sighed Cake. "But this is really different. I'm...so scared..." Cake's legs began to quake like crazy. In fact, her whole body was quaking.
"Cupcake, calm down."
Her body couldn't take anymore shaking. Her mask and wig fell, and her body began to return to its normal shape.
"IT'S THE TUMMYTYRA!"
"GET HER!"
"No! She isn't the TummyTyra!" cried Fionna as the Cacti people began to corner them. "I swear on justice! And heroism! And on Cake's adorable face!"
"Her face isn't adorable, it's weird!" cried the Mayor. "It is obvious! YOUR FRIEND IS THE TUMMYTYRA!"
"NO!" shrieked Fionna as Cake was pulled away from her by the people. Cake was pushed and pulled through the crowd.
"You are hereby imprisoned for stealing our jewels for the rest of your life!" proclaimed the Mayor.
Cake was tossed into a filthy cell, and cactus bars closed the opening.
Fionna ran up to Cake. "I swear I'll get you out of here, Cake."
"No, Fifi. The truth is obvious. I am the TummyTyra." A single tear dropped off of Cake's muzzle.
"Listen to me, Cupcake. You've been my sister my entire life. That's enough evidence to say that you are innocent."
"Then why am I in jail?" asked Cake. "Only TummyTyras go to jail."
"I'm in jail."
Fionna and Cake turned to a grey, wrinkled, balding woman with a ruby tooth. "And I'm not the TummyTyra!" She snatched up a cockroach from the ground and popped it into her mouth. "I'm here for the free food!"
Fionna beamed. "That's it!"
She plucked the ruby tooth from the old woman's mouth. She ran to the center of town and held it above her head. "HEY, TUMMYTYRA! I'VE GOT A JEWEL HERE YOU MISSED! COME AND GET IT!"
Suddenly, the metal plate covering the sewage pipe behind her quaked. "Huh?" Fionna turned around as the metal plate opened.
A tiny, adorable kitten with coffee-and-white hair and sparkling black eyes popped up.
"What? YOU'RE the TummyTyra?" asked Fionna in disbelief. She had to admit, the kitten did look like a younger-version of Cake, but it looked nothing like the photograph whatsoever.
The kitten exploded.
The real TummyTyra crawled out of the pipe, and the townspeople went into a panic and ran about. The TummyTyra towered twenty feet over Fionna, tops. She looked like Cake, yes, but also sort of like a demon. She growled down at Fionna, her eyes on the ruby jewel.
Fionna started to run in fear. The TummyTyra ran after her, her claws outstretched. She hit Fionna's back with her paw, knocking her to the dusty ground. She pinned her down with her paw, then caught the flying jewel. She snarled in triumph.
Cake groaned. The old woman had been petting and rubbing her this entire time, cooing and gushing over her. She was beginning to become annoyed as the woman whispered, "So adorable."
"I'm not adorable." Cake said softly, but acidly.
Then, her eyes started to change. The white of them disappeared, leaving only black. Her head felt weird, like she was swimming or something. If the woman hadn't been holding her, she'd have fallen on the ground by now.
Am I the TummyTyra?
YOU. ARE. NOT. THE. TUMMYTYRA.
AAAAHHHH! THE TUMMYTYRA!
It's obvious! Your friend is the TummyTyra!
It's just a freaky coincidence.
Cake watched as the TummyTyra cackled over Fionna, laughing like a banshee as she held the jewel up. Fionna was covered with dust, and the claws from the TummyTyra's nails were scratching her back lightly, but it burned.
I-I must be the TummyTyra.
And I. WANT. JEWELS.
And then Cake lost all reason.
The jail blew into pieces, causing everyone to stare. Even the TummyTyra. Cake now stood, twenty feet tall, her eyes pitch black and murderous. Her claws looked ready to kill. Her teeth were extended, ready to sink into whatever she could find. She locked eyes on the TummyTyra.
Running on all fours, she ran a small distance over to her. Cake grabbed Fionna like a Raggedy Leanne doll and tossed her thirty feet away. The TummyTyra, because her paw had been resting on the human girl, stumbled back from unbalance. Cake took this as an advantage and she delivered a heavy, clawed punch to the TummyTyra's gut.
The TummyTyra landed on her back painfully. The jewel flew from her paw into the air. Fionna jumped up and caught it between her hands. "WE GOT HER! Thanks for saving me, Cupcake."
"I AM NOT YOUR CUPCAKE!" 'Cake's' voice was raspy and bloody, like she was a demonic killer. Drool was pouring from her mouth. "I'M THE TUMMYTYRA! NOW GIVE ME THAT JEWEL!"
"Wha-? WHAT?" Fionna stumbled back, too confused for words.
Cake/the TummyTyra swooped down and tried to take a bite out of Fionna with her razored teeth. Fionna screamed and ran away from her sister. As she jumped over an incline, a cactus snagged at her backpack, tearing it off almost completely. Instead, little of it remained on her shoulders, but its contents spilled everywhere.
Cake/the TummyTyra pounced in front of Fionna, growling like a savage beast. "GIVE ME THE JEWEL!"
Fionna was filled with anger, rage, and annoyance now. "IF I GIVE YOU THIS STUPID JEWEL WILL YOU STOP BEING A PSYCHO BRUTE?"
Cake/the TummyTyra angrily punched her away with her paw. Fionna fell to the ground, and Cake/the TummyTyra plucked away the jewel. Popping it into her mouth like a snack, she stormed into the village.
Fionna didn't even try to stand. She was confused beyond all recognition. "Cupcake...? You never turn into a monster when I want you to! You're always like 'Not now, Fifi, I got a stomachache.'" Fionna sighed heavily and looked down at her backpack's fallen contents. Cake's hammered dulcimer-Cake's precious, sacred dulcimer-was standing right in front of her. She set it in her lap and took the hammers. "Now all I have is your dulcimer." She began to play a few notes on it.
Cake/the TummyTyra froze in her tracks. "What?" Snarling, she pounced over to Fionna once more. "STAY AWAY FROM MY DULCIMER!"
Fionna almost exploded with joy. "You remember your dulcimer!"
"Yeah," snarled Cake/the TummyTyra. "I also remember that you stink at it. AND THE DULCIMER'S RADICAL! I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS!"
Cake's head began to sway, her eyes fluttering open and closed. They went back to white with black pupils. Her head was spinning again. Her claws retracted, her teeth going blunt. She looked around, like she was lost. "Wha-? Where am I?" She looked down. "Is that you, Fifi?"
"Who else would I be, doll?"
Cake sighed in relief and shrank down back to her normal size. "I guess I went bazookas."
"You were beyond bazookas, Cupcake." Chuckled Fionna. "Like, mentally insane." She pulled Cake into a hug. "It's good to have you back."
"It's good to have you RUB my back." chuckled Cake.
Curiously, Fionna rubbed under her muzzle. Cake moaned, closed her eyes, and began to drool. "If I'd known you were more easily manipulated, I'd eaten more of your cobbler."
"Knock it off!"
Everyone in the village circled around the TummyTyra's fallen form. Her eyes were open, her mouth agape, but did now move an inch.
"CUT OPEN HER TUMMY!" someone cried, and there were cheers of agreement. "Retrieve our gold!"
Suddenly, the TummyTyra's gut exploded. Instead of a usual gory sight, there was nothing but jewels. All kinds of jewels. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, topaz, diamonds, amethysts, opals, spinels, even a few pearls. Nothing but jewels and a...Cactus man? The people all stared at thefamiliar teenage boy in confusion, looking at his golden spines and lime green skin.
"What?" The Mayor walked over to the young boy in confusion. "Shawn? What are you doing in the TummyTyra?"
There were murmurs from the crowd, like, "What's going on?" "It couldn't be!" "It's the Mayor's son!" Fionna and Cake walked over to the commotion, curious as to what was happening.
The Mayor suspiciously took some of the TummyTyra's shredded 'skin' in her spines. "The TummyTyra's skin isn't skin at all! It's nylon!" She shrieked and turned to the young Cactus, Shawn. "SHAWN? HAVE YOU BEEN USING YOUR SEWING MACHINE?"
Shawn scoffed. "Yeah, Mom. I've been stealing gold."
"WHYYYYYYYYY SHAWN?!"
"BECAUSE Mom! I want to buy that guitar you won't let me have! And I dressed up like Cake because I think she's hot!"
There was a surprised, shocked gasp from the crowd.
Fionna and Cake looked at each other.
Cake rose her eyebrows twice.
"YOU HAVE BEEN A BAD BOY, SHAWN!" The Mayor screeched. "GUARDS! TAKE HIM TO THE DUNGEONS!"
As the guards dragged the young boy away, the Mayor approached Fionna and Cake. "Thank you both for saving our village."
"No problemo, Mayor." smiled Fionna.
"Now," the Mayor stretched out her spines. "Give us some hugs!"
"Uh..." Fionna and Cake began to step away quickly as the crowd cornered in on them. "No! We don't need any hugs! Don't hug us!"
Needless to say, that was a pretty bad experience.
TRIVIA
This is the sixth episode that has a character's name for a title, the others being "Tree-Trunks", " The Bouncer", "Rochelle the Heart Girl", "The Duchess", and " Donna."
A running gag is that the Plushies, Triangles, and Cacti think that Cake is adorable. sHe says "I'm not adorable! I'M GORGEOUS!"
The back of Jake's viola says "Burpsies".
After Cake takes the jewel from Fionna, a note from her backpack (that was previously torn) reads "DO NOT LOSE THIS PAPER -PG".
Though Cake wasn't the TummyTyra, it would explain the piles of jewels in her and Fionna's Treehouse.