Sup party people? So first things first, thank you all for your feedback! I love seeing whats wrong and whats right with my work and then working to make it better! I almost teared up when I passed the 7 review mark...sniff... But anyway, all reviews are responded to by pm, if they aren't and I missed you, I'm soooooooo deeply sorry. Ill do better, I promise! Just please don't hit me anymore! Oh, excuse me.

Kirsten: Glad I could bring some laughter into your day! I was trying to keep them both as close to show character while adding some type of complex feelings. Your giving me good motivation!

Guest: The hilarity will only continue!

Ju-Ju: Why you no log in? Is there no love? I MADE DIS FOR YOU! I kid my friend, I will definitely continue.

Now, about the story. I was watching a few episodes of AT and I came to a conclusion. Jake is seriously random. So I tried to add that in while still promoting somewhat serious scenes. I like this chapter, but I think it lacks something. Detail maybe? (Shrug.) Show me the light my blessed reviewers and pave me a path to higher level writing with your words of truth!

Golden rays of sunlight peaked over the horizon, washing the grasslands in its warm glow. It blanketed the lone tree house, piercing the gloom inside through the many paned windows. A puff of smoke from the chimney, along with several stray noises, revealed the inhabitants to be awake and starting their daily routine.

Jake the dog stood at the stove, pouring batter into one pan while stretching out a second pair of arms to maintain the bacon and eggs. With a movement that only years of practice could have achieved, he flipped the strips of bacon, frying eggs, and bubbling pancakes into the air while switching the bacon and eggs into each other's skillet. The bacon grease would seep into the eggs giving it that extra flavor, while the bacon would just be bacon, succulent, salty bacon... sooo good.. Jake mentally snapped himself out of his pork induced fantasy, and made yet another arm out of his body. This one formed a noise cone for a hand which he brought to proper use.

"FIIIIIIIIINN! BREAKFAAAAST!" he yelled in a shrill female like voice, the cone amplifying it through the tree house. An indistinguishable sound wafted down from upstairs. Something between a groan and a slur of words.

"DUDE! TWO WORDS! BAKE. UN." A loud THUMP came from the floor upstairs, followed by a muffled "GLOBIT!"

Jake chuckled to himself. ' No mortal can fight the other white meat. Well, maybe except for Mr. Pig, but that's like cannibalism or something. I wonder if hes ever tried it? He said he used to eat criminals. Surely it wasn't just all candy people, got to have some variety on your diet… "HUUHHHHH!" he gasped. What if he actually had a twin brother in a rival gang? And, and, what if they were forced to fight each other, and he won? Oh my glob, he had to eat his own brother! Oh the horror! How can he live with the guilt!?'

The golden canine was snapped out of his shocking revelation by the white headed, human boy sliding down the ladder fireman style.

" I smell breakfast meat!" Showing an overabundance of energy for just waking up, Finn back flipped over to the table and into his seat, leaving his arms in the air like a gymnast for a few seconds. Jake divvied up the food onto 3 plates and carried them to the table setting one down for himself, one for Finn and a third for Beemo's spot.

"Hey wheres Beemo?" he asked. Finn just shrugged, his mouth crammed full of eggs.

With ninja like grace, a figure unlatched itself from the ceiling and fell upon Jakes head. The diminutive shadow grabbed his ears and pulled back, making Jake scream in surprise and pain. He ran around the room, panicking and trying to fling off the tiny being. His mind began racing back to Mee Mow, and the small cat's incredible hatred towards him.

"AHHHHH! GET IT OFF! GET IT OOOOFF!" before he could reach back and grab the hostile creature, it yanked his ears to the side, forcing him to hit the floor on his back. The shadow flipped around and revealed itself to be none other than the Beemo in question. The tiny computer had a spoon pointed at Jake's throat, and gave a confident smile.

"If I wanted to, I could have killed you." He said in his cute electronic voice.

Finn hadn't moved through the whole ordeal, but he smiled and gave a small laugh at the end line.

"Haha, nice." He said before taking another forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

Jake was not amused. "Beemo, what have I told you about sneak attacks in the house?" the square robot looked down, mumbling something under his breath.

"What's that?" asked Jake as he enlarged his ears.

Beemo sighed. "Always go for the legs. That way they can still talk but they can't run..."

"That's right, now go sit down and pretend to eat your breakfast!" The green android quickly took his place at the table and picked up a rasher of bacon. He pushed the delicious strip against his screen, smearing trails of grease down his digital face.

The trio finished their morning meal quickly. Finn grabbed the now empty plates (Beemo had thrown his serving out the window and onto a group of dancing bugs) and silver ware before heading to the sink.

"So bro, give me the run through of this plan of yours again." Jake called from the table while reading the newspaper. "I was a little foggy last night, and I thought I heard you say you wanted to be a fire elemental."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the plan." Said the human nonchalantly.

Jake stretched his head above the top of the newspaper and looked at his brother.

"But duuuuude! You'd be giving up your humanity and junk for an evil fire babe!" Finn turned around with a serious face. "Nah man, she's not evil, she's just… misunderstood." He thought back to seeing her in the clearing. He remembered her face as she studied the flowers before incinerating their very being. Her features painted with curiosity and wonder. She was sheltered; being trapped in that lamp had kept her away from everything in the world, both good and bad. The love struck teen finished the last of the dishes and placed them in the strainer to dry. He sat down across from Jake as he folded up the morning paper.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just get some kind of magic artifact or something to make you fire proof?"

Finn though for a moment, yeah it would probably be easier, and yeah there's probably something out there that could do it, but that wasn't what he wanted to do.

"Yeah it would." He replied. "But I want to show her I care. She's been trapped all these years because people were afraid of her, treating her like some kind of dangerous monster. Can you imagine how lonely that is?" he stared out the window, his eyes losing focus. " If I do this, I can show her that theres someone who would give up everything just for her…"

Jake gave a sigh. "You're really into this dame huh?" Finn nodded, his expression still vacant.

"Alright then, it's settled. I'll help." Finn snapped back to attention.

"You will?"

"Yeah, I don't need my legs to see that you obviously love this girl. And if it makes you happy being with her, than who am I to stop you?"

"Thanks man." The two bro fisted across the table.

"So." Said Jake while leaning back against his chair. "How do you plan on becoming a living, loving fireball?"

"Oh that's easy I just…uh…You know I just need to get a…..um….Hmm… How am I going to do this?" he looked over to Jake who just gave him an "I don't know, its your idea" shrug. The two pondered in silence until a loud "AHEM" grabbed their attention. Beemo was standing on the table with an excited look on his screen.

"May I suggest trying science?" The two looked at Beemo for a moment, then at each other.

"Candy Kingdom?" asked Jake.

"Candy Kingdom." agreed Finn.