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.

Tree-Trunks—the male version of Tree Trunks is seen with a gray mustache and a green, see-through visor. He also has a few wrinkles on his trunk. This may imply that he is also old, like his female counterpart. He also wears a bright blue ribbon on his tail. He has thicker eyebrows than Tree Trunks. Like how Tree Trunks loves apples, he loves peaches. He is kind-hearted.

PEACH THIEF

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Tree-Trunks rolls the pencil in his mouth as he observes the white body line in front of him...

Cake ran the brush through her fur one last time, tucking whatever hairs were loose back into place. She fluffed her tail out with her paw, then put the white gloves over them. Next, she adjusted the flowers on her bright pink hat before setting it between her ears. Making sure everything was in place, she grabbed her blue clutch bag and called upstairs, "Let's go!"

There was a shuffle of movement on the above floorboards, then footsteps stepping down on the ladder pegs. Fionna finally appeared in front of Cake, her eyebrows scrunched and her nose wrinkled in confusion. She looked over her sister's appearance, from her flowery hat to her gloves. "What are you wearing?"

"Lordy told me about this really good restaurant a while back," Cake replied bubbly. She opened her clutch and dug around and took out a restaurant ad. The ad was white, and in shiny, gold curly letters were the words 'La Nourriture est Bonne.'

"That place sounds weird," murmured Fionna.

Cake deflated visibly. She gave Fionna a pleading stare. "Fifi, it took me forever just to get the reser—"

"We should go to Tree-Trunks's and get some peach cobbler," exclaimed Fionna. Before Cake could object, she broke into a chant of "Peach cobbler~! Peach cobbler~!" Cake sighed but smiled, shaking a fist in meek cheer. Fionna grabbed Cake's paw with a cry of "Let's go!" and began to drag her away from the mirror.

Cake just had enough time to set her hat back on the rack before Fionna dragged her away.

"Tree-Trunks~!"

Fionna knocked on Tree-Trunks's door. There were several long moments of silence. Not even a shuffle of movement was made inside. Fionna knocked again, then paused. Something was off. There was a large chunk of wood missing from Tree-Trunks's front door, and the shutters on the small window were hanging loosely. "Tree-Trunks?" She pushed the door open herself.

The pipe on the stove was split. The wastebasket was toppled on its side. Three plates lay shattered on the floor. There were several chunks missing from the walls. The dinner table was split right down the middle, the chairs broken. The painting that depicted a glowing peach floating above a tall metal tower was shredded to bits.

Tree-Trunks lay unconscious on his side amongst the mess.

"TREE-TRUNKS!" Fionna ran over to the little elephant and gingerly laid her hands on his sides. Cake followed in shock.

Tree-Trunks mumbled something.

"Tree-Trunks?"

Tree-Trunks panted and moaned, "Pa...pah...eech...my...pea...Pah...heech..."

Cake furrowed her furry forehead. She could just barely make out what Tree-Trunks was saying. "Peaches?" she asked.

Suddenly, Tree-Trunks's eyes flew wide open. His gaze landed on Cake with a bizarre glaze. He stared at her in crazed fury. "You!" he rasped hoarsely.

Suddenly, Tree-Trunks had sprung from Fionna's hands and was tackling Cake to the white tiled floor of the kitchen.

Cake let out a scream of surprise as she fell on her back. She tried to cover her face with her furry arms. Tree-Trunks continuously beat her with his stubby little legs and slapped her with his trunk. It didn't really hurt her, but every now and then his trunk would swipe at Cake's eyes, bringing forth tears.

Fionna let out a shocked cry of "Tree-Trunks!" and scuffled over. She yanked the small, rotund elephant from her older sister with little effort. Cake lay trembling on the tiles. "Tree-Trunks, it's us! Fionna and Cake!"

Tree-Trunks' little eyes were wide and his bushy eyebrows were raised high. His green visor was crooked on his round head. "F-Fio...nuh?" He said the name like he had never heard it before. "And...Cuh-ake?"

"It's OK, Tree-Trunks. We're here to help you. Just tell us what happened."

Tree-Trunks's eyes darted to the right, then they widened. "Peaches!" He broke free of Fionna's hold and shot across the room to a golden, Cocker Spaniel puppy standing in front of the closet, her paws on the wood.

'Peaches', as the little puppy was called, was a small Cocker Spaniel that Tree-Trunks had found wandering around his orchard a few weeks ago. He named her 'Peaches', and has since been taking care of her. Now, the thing was a little over half a foot big, with ears that brushed the floor.

Tears began to spill down Tree-Trunks's leathery face as he held the little puppy close. He raised a stubby arm to wipe them away and looked up at Fionna with watery, shining eyes. "He took all of them!" He let out a shuddering breath, and whispered, "All of them..."

"What?" Cake asked as she lifted herself up to her legs, brushing dust from her fur.

"My peaches!" Tree-Trunks cried.

Fionna and Cake gave each other looks of confusion, then pointed at Peaches, who was licking Tree-Trunks's face. "She's right there," they both said.

"No, my orchard peaches!"

Fionna and Cake exchanged horrified looks, eyebrows raised and jaws dropped.

Tree-Trunks's gaze fell to the floor. Peaches panted next to him.

"My beloved peaches! They were like my children!" His long trunk shriveled in a sniff. He looked up at Fionna wearily. "If I don't have any peaches, I can't make any peach cobbler."

Fionna and Cake let out a long, loud, throat-wrenching gasp. Both girls slapped their hands to the sides of their cheeks, heads whipping back and forth. Peaches howled with them.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"We have to get those peaches back!" exclaimed Fionna. Cake nodded vigorously. "We're gonna hunt those thieves down like bloodhounds!"

Tree-Trunks lifted himself to his small feet and turned to his left, already walking away. "Let's go observe the scene of the crime, shall we?" They walked towards the door, and Peaches began to follow.

Tree-Trunks held the puppy back with two hands. She whined. "No, no, girl. You need to stay in here unless those hooligans are out there."

Tree-Trunks lead them outside to the peach orchard that surrounded his house. Fionna wondered how on earth she hadn't seen if when she and Cake had arrived: every single tree was bare of any peaches. There were hardly even any blossoms, let alone any fruit. The trees almost looked sad without their bearings.

"Peach trees without any peaches," Tree-Trunks sighed out of his trunk and shook his neckless head. "It's like birds without any feathers. Absolutely disgusting."

Fionna's eyebrows furrowed on her forehead. "Is anything else missing, Tree-Trunks?"

"No, nothing at all." Tree-Trunks prodded a pebble with a leg. "I got my rocks." He picked up a small twig with his trunk. "And my sticks." He brushed a nearby poppy flower with his ear. "And these little weirdos, and my raccoons are OK." A small, gray-bodied, black-faced raccoon scurried by as he siad this. "And Peaches is alright, of course. It's just the orchard peaches."

Fionna observed a nearby tree's base. There were small, round indentations all in the earth and grass, like footprints, but the whether it was a person or an animal (and what animal it was) was unidentifiable. She called over her shoulder, "You seeing this, Cupcake?"

Cake twirled her paw inside one of the indentations. "No Ghost DNA," she responded. She paused, her paw seemingly caught on something in the indentation. "Oh, wait." She mashed her face into the indentation, rubbing it around. "Wait!" She pulled herself back up, her white fur stained green with grass. "Oh, no." She dropped her arms to her sides. "No."

Fionna hummed and turned back to the small elephant victim. "Tree-Trunks, can you think of anyone who might want to krank you?"

"Oh, no. I make sure that I never, ever, ever get on anyone's bad list, no matter how heinous or vile or careless—"

"I found something."

Fionna and Tree-Trunks turned around. Cake was kneeling besides a lump in the grass, eyes wide and muzzle frowning. They stepped over and looked down at the mass in the dirt.

Tree-Trunks let out a surprised yelp.

"Oh, hey." Raggedy Prince smiled up at them from the ground, his lips sown together but smiling. His longish brown hair was splayed around his shoulders. His tattered, torn and scrappy clothes were dusted over in grass stains and dirt. He looked up at Fionna, his one-hole one-button eyes squinted from the big smile that overtook his mouth. "H-Hey, Fionna."

"Hey, Raggedy Prince," greeted Fionna. "Have you seen any camupence goin' on?"

"Oh, haha, no, I haven't," chuckled Raggedy Prince. "I've, ha, I've been down here for a long time, hahaha." He frowned heavily and explained, "I got knocked down by some neanderthals. It was scary. I was so afraid."

"Neanderthals?" exclaimed Tree-Trunks. "They stole my peaches!" Suddenly, Tree-Trunks's ears flared out like a hood and every hair on his body stuck out on end. From the top of his lungs, in a very unexpected manner, he yelled, "I'M GONNA SASS THOSE NAGS UP NASTY!"

Fionna let out a giggle at the adorable scene. "Awesome!" she trilled. Her smile faltered and she looked between her sister and the small elephant. "Where are we gonna find this guys up, anyway?"

"Oh!" Cake's tail flicked a bit as she said this. "The Kandy Saloon! I used to hang out there when I stole old men's pocket-watches."

Fionna started.

"Don't worry, I stopped doing that a long time ago. I didn't know it was wrong."

Fionna started again.

"Let's go, ladies," Tree-Trunks said with finality, and began to lead the two girls away.

The Kandy Saloon was found in the ramshackle part of the Candy Kingdom, an area that Fionna and Cake did their best to avoid. Every single thing in that area was run-down and filthy. Every building was little more than a shack. The roofs were falling to pieces, all having large holes, nests of creatures, and gutters hanging by chance. Their walls were mostly painted, but the paint was only staying on in blotches. The windows were either broken or caked in dust. The street gutters were packed tight, puddles of water on the trash-covered road.

The Kandy Saloon was somewhere near the center of the ramshackle area. It looked liked it was sunk halfway into the road, a rickety and dangerous-looking staircase leading down to the front door. Its painted walls were painted in candy coating, but most of it was chipped away to reveal the graham foundation of the building. The hard-as-rock frosted roof was dull and dripping. There were apparently two windows, one almost entirely missing and the other just barely hanging on. A wooden, orange sign that depicted 'KANDY SALOON' in bright cyan letters was hanging from one corner on the outside wall, three feet above the road.

As Fionna, Cake, and Tree-Trunks observed the small building with a feeling of uneasiness, a small chocolate-covered cherry woman crashed through the one remaining window and hit the road hard. She didn't bother to get up.

"Oh, dear, oh dear," gasped Tree-Trunks. He was very happy to have left Peaches at home.

Fionna, Cake, and Tree-Trunks gathered into the tiny staircase and approached the front door, which was the two-small-door, swinging entrance like the ones you saw in Western movies. Fionna pushed the doors open and they walked inside.

Everything inside was a dark blue color, courtesy of the fact that every light source was covered in a blue film. The brick walls were Cerulean, the wooden floor was Tufts Blue, and the swirly-topped tables were Sapphire and Violet-Blue. A painting of an odd tree-tower hung loosely on one wall. A Yale Blue bookcase behind the bar held bottles of liquids. The bar itself was Steel Blue with chairs the same of the tables.

The customers were peculiar, to say the least. A raspberry tart with something like brown hair slapped on her head was sitting with her chipped, rotten-potato looking friend, both drinking from heavily chipped glasses. They stared at the trio wordlessly. A cream-topped truffle sat at the bar, trying to play five-finger-fillet with a spoon, but just kept hitting her palm. A hairy, upside-down ice cream woman stood behind the bar and glared at the three friends as they walked in. A chocolate-chip cookie sat at a corner table, simply growling with her face flushed bright, bright red.

Fionna took a step back towards the door when she saw the cookie woman. "Does Prince Gumball know about this place?"

"Be cool, girl," Cake whispered to her from her side. "You'll make us sound suspicious."

"Right, right." Fionna nodded. "Try to be calm, Tree-Trunks."

"OK, I will."

Cake picked up Tree-Trunks and the three of them approached the barmaid. Fionna crossed her arms over the bar top and Cake held Tree-Trunks up to eye level.

"Where—" Fionna and Tree-Trunks start at the same time.

"Oh." Fionna gestures a hand for Tree-Trunks to continue.

Tree-Trunks gave the barmaid a harsh, stern glare like a grandfather scolding his grandchild. "Where did you take my darn peaches?"

"Oh, Tree-Trunks, you're so silly!" Fionna said a bit too quickly and too convincingly. She gave the barmaid a big, cheesy smile. "B-But listen. You wouldn't happen to have seen any...peaches around, have you?" She brought her hands together at her chest.

"'Seens any peaches'?" The barmaid repeated oh-so-slowly. She drummed her stumpy fingers on the bar top and took the three friends in. "You're askings a reals stupid-head question here. Almost likes you're...searching for somethings."

"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

The barmaid swatted a moth that had landed on her cone. "Reals clean, too." Her eyes, which were little more than slanted lines, mashed down accusingly. "Like a couples of DO-GOODERS!" She smacked her fists down on the bar.

"Hold up," Cake quickly interrupted. She tucked Tree-Trunks under her arm and gestured for Fionna to follow. "We gotta go dumpster-diving."

The dumpster was placed on the other side of the building, next to the back door in a dark alley. The entire thing was rancid. The dumpster was more than a little grimy, as well as rusty and even mossy. It was packed tight with trash—rotten food, broken appliances, and filthy papers of all kind—all swimming in some kind of green-gray mush no one in Aaa could identify. The dumpster stood in a large puddle of blackish water, and you could see red eyes poking out from underneath it.

Cake reached into the dumpster, took out a crumpled soda can, and poured its remains on her fur. Fionna mussied up her hair and dug out scooped out the mush in the dumpster, smearing it over her skin and clothes. As she pulled out a few hairs from under her hat to fall in her face, she turned to look at Cake. "They almost got us, Cupcake. But I think we'll blend in perfectly now."

Tree-Trunks, smeared in the same mush as Fionna, had his mustache dirtied and his visor smeared with the contents of a plastic bottle he found. He turned to Fionna with an apple core between his teeth. "Do you think my peaches will be in here, Fionna?"

Fionna blanched at the brown, rotten, probably insect-infested apple core and quickly pulled it from Tree-Trunks's mouth. "Tree-Trunks, don't eat that." She pulled him out of the dumpster and whispered to Cake, "Keep an eye on 'im."

Tree-Trunks saw his reflection, mussied, dirtied, and slimy, and gasped in wonder. "I look just like my old calf-self, I do!"

They walked back into the saloon, making dirty footsteps on the wooden floor. No one looked up at them this time. Fionna took it as a good sign.

They approached the bar again, Fionna and Cake sitting down on the rickety seats and Tree-Trunks on the bar top. The barmaid's squinty gaze didn't hold even a pinprick of suspicion. "What can I do for you blokes?"

Fionna picked up the mug of corn syrup placed on the bar top in front of her. She considered drinking it, thought against that and simply poured the liquid on the bar top. It leaked out into a puddle. "Do you knows where a gal can snatch some peaches?" When the mug was empty, Fionna let it drop to the floor with a crash.

"Well, when ya puts it like dat," the barmaid said casually, leaning forward on the bar top with her elbows crossed, "a couple a gals I knows have some peaches for on da maket." She pointed in the direction of the back door. "I'll show you."

They emerged into a different alley this time. Three trashcans stood to the left, two on their sides so that their putrid clutter spilled out onto the pavement. Pipes clung to the walls, spitting out yellowish grime that smelled like sweat. There was another dumpster out here, too, except its lid was shut and something was scuttling around this time.

Two women were also out in this alley. One of them was a gingerbread women, twice as tall as Fionna, with her arms crossed and her white eyes glaring at her feet. Her body was tan, outlined with the same white frosting as her eyes and mouth. Three gumdrops, yellow, pink, and cyan, were on her chest. The other women was an upside-down, dark pink ice cream cone with a brown cone and cyan boots. Her ridiculously smooth face was scowling.

"Hey, Smear, Redjay," the barmaid said casually as she appeared in the doorway behind the trio. "These blokes've been askings about your...peaches."

The ice cream woman, Redjay, dragged a finger from the corner of her eye to her chin without leaving a dent in her skin. "A'ight," she said at last. She turned to the gingerbread woman. "Hey, Smear. Shows 'em the peaches."

The gingerbread woman—Smear—moved over to the dumpster and threw open its lid with a loud clang. Fionna thought that she was about to reach inside and show them the peaches.

Instead, Smear moved forward, grabbed Cake by the tail, and chucked her into the dumpster.

Cake hit the lid with a shriek, her claws crazily swiping at the air as she fell into the dumpster itself. The lid fell down with a loud bang. Smear quickly sat down on top of it.

Before Fionna could even move, Redjay shouted, "GRABS 'EM!"

Suddenly, the barmaid clamped her arm around Fionna's middle and picked up Tree-Trunks by his trunk. Fionna tried to break free, but the barmaid held her to the point of difficult breathing. The Redjay walked up to the captured human girl and hissed, "You goes back and tells your boss to stop lookings for those peaches. CUZ THEY'S OURS NOWS!"

Fionna gave Redjay a look of absolute confusion. "W-What boss are you talking about?"

"Your boss! Professor C!"

Tree-Trunks and Fionna shook their heads with difficulty. "We don't know any Professor C!" "We've never heard of her!" "You've got the wrong people!"

Redjay suddenly slapped Fionna in the face. Fionna realized all too late that the woman was wearing a ring, and it pierced her skin in a bloody outline. The slap was sharp and brought stinging pain to her face. "Ow!"

"Liar," growled Redjay. She began to stride away in a smooth strut. "C'mon, Smear."

Smear hopped off of the dumpster and followed her supposed partner.

The barmaid pushed Fionna down to the pavement with harshly. Fionna's knees hit the ground painfully and she almost split the skin on her hands. The barmaid threw Tree-Trunks after her, and the small elephant landed on Fionna's back. Fionna grunted. The barmaid closed the door with a slam.

The lid of the dumpster slapped open, and Cake appeared from inside it. Something between a rat and a ferret was biting her arm harshly. She quickly pulled it off and chucked it down the alley before crawling out. She helped Fionna to her feet and set down Tree-Trunks. "What the shoop just happened?"

"I guess whoever stole Tree-Trunks's peaches also took Professor C's peaches," guessed Fionna. "And they thought we were working for them!"

"Fionna? Fionna."

"Hm?" Fionna looked down at Tree-Trunks.

Tree-Trunks was giving her a stern look that was also mixed with worry. "This could get dangerous," he said slowly. He closed his eyes. "If you want to go back home, I understand perfectly." He looked back up at Fionna with shining eyes. "But I need to stay here and get my peaches back."

"Yeah, Tree-Trunks. Me, too."

"Hey, Fifi."

Fionna turned to look at Cake. Said feline gave Fionna a look of curiosity. "What's that on your face, girl?"

Fionna touched the bloody mark where the ice cream woman had slapped her. "Oh. That lady smacked my cheek meat. She had a ring on."

Cake squinted at the mark on Fionna's cheek. It looked like a sort of face, with an upward-arrow mouth, flat lines for eyes and slanted eyebrows. "I think I've seen that before..."

Fionna and Tree-Trunks said nothing.

Cake rubbed her dirty muzzle and nodded slowly. "Yeah. Right next door to where I used to snatch from an ATM..."

Fionna's jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"

"I didn't know it was wrong."

The place nextdoor to where Cake used to snatch from an ATM was pressed directly against the surrounding wall of the Candy Kingdom. It was a small, round building with grimy walls and a rusty blue front door. A square building was beside it, but it was obviously abandoned. A busted ATM stood outside form it. The building they had come to had the symbol from Fionna's cheek above the front door.

"Yeah, look," Cake pointed up at the symbol. "That lady must work here or somethin'."

They approached the door and Fionna knocked in its painted blue door. Flakes of rust rained down to their feet. "Hello?"

A piece of the door fell inwards as if something were pulling on it. A pair of black eyes appeared, imbedded in pale orange skin. "Who's the grump you what?" a feminine voice drawled.

"...Uh...we're heres about the peaches?"

"Oh. OKs. Lets see yours ring."

"Um..." Fionna's voice trailed off.

Cake morphed one of her paw digits so that it appeared that she had a ring with the symbol on it. She held it up for the woman behind the door to see.

The door flew open, revealing the woman behind the door to be a gummy worm three heads taller than Fionna, her body striped orange, blue, green and pink. "Follow me." She began to wiggle away down the stairs behind her. The trio quickly followed.

No one saw the blue sneaker stop the closing door.

"My boss is gonna bes real psyched abouts someone buyings her peaches," the gummy worm woman continued as they walked down the third, orange-lit staircase. No one replied.

They landed in a dark room. Boxes, crates, and barrels were stacked everyone, some spilled over to reveal different items of size and shape. The gummy worm woman lead them over to a barrel near the corner of the room and nodded her head at it. "A wholes crate."

Cake picked up Tree Trunks. She and Fionna walked over the barrel, took a deep breath, and looked inside.

What they saw was the entire barrel stacked to the brim with gleaming, beautiful gold nuggets.

"Wha-?" Fionna's voice cut off in shock. Tree-Trunks's mouth was set in a very deep frown.

"Whas wrong, girl?"

"These aren't peaches!"

"Oh, you didn't means gold nuggets? All neanderthals calls gold nuggets peaches. Like callings sisters muffins and chair creamsmacks..."

"Hey, Worma."

The door to the room creaked open loudly, revealing the last two people the trio needed to see at the moment: Smear and Redjay.

"We're back for-" Redjay stopped when she saw the three friends. She jumped a foot high, her cone rocking, and pointed a finger at them. "WHAT ARE THEY DOINGS HERE?!"

Worma gave her a curious look. "They're heres for the peaches."

"THAT'S THA DARN PROFESSOR C GANG, WORMA! GRABS THEM!"

A few minutes later saw the three friends tied very tightly with hard black licorice rope. Fionna sat in the middle, her right arm slung around to her opposite hip and the other arm slung around her back to the other hip very uncomfortably. Cake sat next to her with her paws bound together. Tree-Trunks was pressed upside-down on Fionna's neck, the licorice around his middle.

"Uh, excuse me, ladies," Tree-Trunks said. The Redjay turned around from examining a large gold nugget. "I promise that if you set us free, we won't tell a soul about your peaches."

Worma turned her head to Smear and smiled. "Feeds 'em to tha klook."

Smear nodded and said in a ridiculously high-pitched voice, "Yeah! The klook!"

Redjay laughed coldly and hopped off of her seat on a barrel. "A'ight."

She disappeared into the shadows and reemerged carrying a live pig, which Fionna guessed was a 'klook' to them. The pig wasn't too big, pink with a curly tail and big eyes. She must have been a girl, judging by a blue bow between her ears. She looked very unhappy. "I'm sorry, you guys. They're making me do this. I'll make it quick..."

"HOLD IT!"

All eyes darted to the door.

"PROFESSOR C?"

'Professor C' looked identical to Redjay, though her skin wasn't as ragged, and it was dark yellow. She was flanked by two girls, a tall, frowning candy corn piece and a small sucker. They were all glaring.

"I wants my peaches back," snarled Professor C in a thick voice.

"Gets 'em, girls!" Both Professor C and Redjay cried at once.

Worma, Smear, Redjay, Professor C, the candy corn girl and the sucker leaped on each other. The sucker bit into Worma harshly, leaving holes in the gummy flesh. Smear grabbed the candy corn and squeezed her as if to suffocate her. Professor C tackled Redjay to the ground and began to pummel her.

Fionna, Cake, Tree-Trunks and Ms. Pig observed the scene without words. Cake shrank down, and the licorice ropes fell away from all three friends at once. Tree-Trunks stood to his feet as Fionna stood to hers. Fionna grabbed Tree-Trunks and began to sneak away. Cake grabbed Ms. Pig, gestured for her to be quiet, and followed.

The four of them eventually found their way back to Tree-Trunks's house. Fionna pushed the battered door open and let Tree-Trunks walk in. Said elephant stared down at the floor sadly. He walked over to the tattered remains of his tablecloth, curled inside, and began to sniffle in despair. Peaches, who was once again pawing at the closet door, stopped to go pad over to him, whining.

Fionna felt a piece of her break. "Don't cry, Tree-Trunks."

Tree-Trunks looked up at her with tears streaming down his leathery face. Peaches whined in worry. "I'm never...going to find..." he murmured the last part into the cloth. "...my peaches..."

You could almost see an exclamation mark go off over Ms. Pig's head. "Peaches?" she repeated in surprise. She looked over at the two sisters. "You girls have been looking for peaches?"

"Yeah, why?" asked Cake.

"Because...I can smell a bunch of peaches in this room."

Cake's forehead furrowed. "You mean 'peaches' as in 'gold'?"

"No."

Fionna and Cake's jaws dropped to the floor. "'Peaches' as in 'peaches'?" Cake asked for clarification.

"Yep."

"'Peaches' as in 'the Cocker Spaniel'?"

"No."

Fionna pointed at her mouth. "Peaches that we eat?"

"Yes."

Tree-Trunks shook his head at the pig's attempts to comfort him. "With my dearest respect, Ms. Pig, every last one of my peaches has been stolen by a vile criminal who needs to be sent to prison for his or her crimes."

"I'm telling you the truth, mister," replied Ms. Pig. "I am smelling a whole whoopload of peaches in that closet." She pointed an arm at the closet at the other side of the room. Her eyes squinted. "They smell scared..."

"I hate to tell you this, girls," Tree-Trunks said as he rose to his feet and approached the closet. "There are no peaches in this closet." He put his tail into the closet's lock and began to twist his tail around the handle inside. "Peaches and I are the only ones who can open it and I promise you that there's nothing inside."

No sooner had he said this had the closet door busted open and a mountain of peaches cascaded out, falling over Tree-Trunks and scattering across the floor.

Fionna and Cake gasped.

Tree-Trunks observed the scene with horrible confusion, his eyes wide and his mouth open. "I...I was the Peach Thief?"

"Wh-No, no, no, no, no!" Fionna shook her head left and right like a bobblehead. "That wouldn't even make sense!"

"You're right," murmured Tree-Trunks. "I never remember doing anything so vile before...but if it wasn't me...then who..." He gasped out loud and turned to the puppy Cocker Spaniel. "PEACHES?! IT WAS YOU?!"

"Wait, Tree-Trunks!"

"No, Fionna, my little Peaches is a vile criminal now," Tree-Trunks limply walked to his pink, peach-shaped telephone and typed the police's number in his ear. Tears ran down his face as he said, "She need to pay the price."

There were a few hollow rings on the phone. Finally, a voice droned, "Candy Police speaking. What's your emergency?"

"T-This is Tree-Trunks. I've done something monstrous and I need you to arrest me for my crimes." As he spoke, Tree-Trunks's gaze fell on Peaches. She cocked her head to the side.

Fionna and Cake's eyes dropped to the floor. Ms. Pig sighed in sadness. Peaches began to chase her tail.

About five minutes later, two Banana Guards were standing outside Tree-Trunks's house, their diamond-tipped spears in hand as they awaited for the 'criminal' to emerge from inside. Fionna and Cake had been ushered out of the house to wait as well. Ms. Pig had left to find a hotel for the night.

Tree-Trunks finally emerged. His face was leaking tears as he carried Peaches, her front paws in shackles. Fionna and Cake ran to his side. "Tree-Trunks! You don't need to do this. It's all just a misunderstanding, I'm sure."

"Thank you, Fionna and Cake," Tree-Trunks sighed. He put on a brave face and said, "But I won't let Peaches, no matter how dear she is to me, slip from justice's hands again for doing such heinous crimes. Say goodbye, girls..." He walked away limply with Peaches in hand. The little puppy whined in worry.

"Tree-Trunks..."

One of the Banana Guards watched the scene with teary eyes. She sighed, "Awww. This is sad." She turned around and proclaimed, "I'm going to look away now." There was a sudden cluster of cat-like shrieks, and she looked at the trees. A cluster of raccoons scurried out, one by one. "This place needs to pest petrol..."

Fionna froze, then stood to her feet. Something was dawning on her, something big. "Say that again."

"...This place needs to get pest petrol...?"

All of the events of the day clicked together in Fionna's mind like puzzle pieces.

Footprints in the ground, the creature unidentifiable.

All the raccoons running around.

Peaches pawing at the closet.

Raggedy Prince in the ditch.

All the peaches in Tree-Trunks's closet.

'This place needs some pest petrol...'

"I GET IT NOW!" cried Fionna. Realization had struck her like lightning. She ran to the left side of Tree-Trunks's house. Sure enough, she saw what she wanted: a large raccoon with a peach in its jaws, hunching over a burrow underneath the house's bottom side. The raccoon scurried away at the sight of Fionna. Said girl ran over to the burrow and looked inside.

The thing was packed full of large, plump, some half-rotten peaches.

"I KNEW IT!" exclaimed Fionna. "The raccoons have been taking the peaches and hiding them inside Tree-Trunks's closet by going through this hole!"

"That's why there were all those tiny footprints everywhere!" exclaimed Cake. "And why Peaches was getting so hyped around the closet! She knew the raccoons were in there and wanted to go hunt 'em!"

"Yes! And the raccoons were able to get the peaches because Raggedy Prince wasn't there to scare them off!"

"So Peaches is innocent?" gasped Tree-Trunks. The puppy whined in his front feet, rubbing her ear with her paw.

"As innocent as a ladybug's wing!" cheered Cake. Tree-Trunks's face split into a wonderfully wide smile of joy.

"You know what that means, Tree-Trunks?" Fionna asked. She was so giddy with joy, she was bouncing on her feet. "Peaches can go home now!"

Tree-Trunks's eyes filled with tears of appreciation for the two girls' hard work. "I'm going to bake you girls the biggest, juiciest, most delectable peach cobbler you've ever dreamed of." He set Peaches on the ground, grabbing the little Spaniel's front paws. With a grunt of effort, he cracked the chain between them.

"Whoa," awed the Banana Guards.

As Peaches ran freely around the grassy area, Tree-Trunks stepped over to the Banana Guards and gave them a kind smile. "You girls best stick around if you want some of the best peach cobbler in the world."

The first Banana Guard turned to the second. "We're getting cobbler for doing nothing."

The second Banana Guard gave her a thumbs-up.

Tree-Trunks burst into laughter. The Banana Guards joined in, then Fionna and Cake. Peaches yapped happily, running around in excitement.