[I am trying to recreate chapter 11, but it is challenging to me. The original is on my laptop, but unfortunately the hard drive has been fried and I am uncertain whether I can recover the data or not. So...this is a little extra for my readers with the 3 boys in Fionna's life. IT DOES NOT INTERVENE WITH THE STORY THIS IS JUST A LITTLE EXTRA. Enjoy]

Boredom is something even meditation can't soothe away.

Flame Prince has spent two hours lying on his back, facing the ceiling and shooting tiny flames in the air. He kept going until he heard a low echo from the entrance of the cave. He recognizes the voice, knew he might end up in some sort of trouble, but really had nothing to do for the entire day while Fionna is on an adventure. Lazily, he stands up, not noticing a flame lion sitting on top of his head, and starts walking out. He can hear the voice get clearer and louder, "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" it sang. He winces when Marshall Lee hits a high note while screaming, "Yeahh!"

"What do you want?" he groans as the flame lion hops off his head.

Marshall adjusts his bass to hang over his back while shielding the sun with his umbrella. "You bored?"

"Yeah."

"C'mon, let's go bother Gumwad at the Candy Kingdom," says Marshall with a smirk.

Flame Prince started out sluggishly, and then when the vampire turned his back the sneaky prince sprints ahead. "What the Glob man?!" exclaims Marshall as he tries flying side by side with the athletic Flame Prince. "Really think you can beat me?"

Flame Prince can see the Candy Kingdom peeking over a hill, "It is unfair," he huffed, "That you are not exerting any physical energy through flying."

Just a few more meters.

"Psh, I can still top you," Marshall refused to slow himself down as he started to place a foot on the ground. The grass caught on his toe and made him face plant right in front of the draw bridge.

Flame Prince jogs past him victoriously and waited for his companion to join him at the entrance of the castle. "Sore?"

"Shut up," the vampire really wishes he can push him. However, he is hurt from the fall, a little ticked off, so he jokingly shoves Flame Prince's shoulder hard. "Ow..." he shakes his hand for the heat to die away.

"Hurt?"

"Nah, it's better than standing in the sun," he flies up to the balcony leaving Flame Prince to find his own way inside.

...

Prince Gumball is either trying out new recipes or experiments in his little laboratory. Today he found a way to have fun with all the free time he has with changing, or inventing new shades on candy, trying to make candy healthy, and making various cakes, sodas and sweets. Usually, he had Fi taste test his results, but it would feel weird to do so... He needs...someone else to keep him company.

"Hey!"

Not that kind of company.

"What?" grunts Gumball while taking his next cake out of the oven.

Marshall throws his umbrella in a corner and floats on top of Gumball's head while pinching his cheeks into a smile. "C'mon, you're gonna get fat eating all those sweets!" He pinches harder making PG drop his cake just to try and push him away, "I can already feel the fat coming on to your face!"

"Schtop!"

Flame Prince slipped on his gloves before opening the doors to see the chaos Marshall Lee already caused. A splattered cake on the floor along with cupcakes, a variation of colors mixing together to form a dark, icky sight, and poor Prince Gumball attempting to fight against his stronger foe. Carefully, Flame Prince tiptoes over the mess and in front of the two frenemies. "Uhm...hey."

"Oh, you finally came," Marshall let's go of his victim and looks around, "Whoa, you need to clean up."

"Urgh!" is all that can come out of PG's mouth. He starts searching for a rag to wipe up the now black liquid up and ignores Marshall, "Flame Prince, good morning to you..."

"Morning," answers Flame Prince awkwardly. The vampire shrugs and starts strumming his bass while floating around the lab station. Why did he come? The tension between the sweet Prince and the rebellious one is just too much for Flame Prince to stand between. Remembering that he came to get rid of boredom he decides to help PG by picking up the cupcakes from their wrappers. Curiosity overcame him, even though he isn't a fan of sweets, he sticks his tongue out to taste the icing. "Huh...this isn't bad."

Gumball turns around after dumping the rag in a nearby trash can to see Flame Prince gobbling up the cupcake. He smiles, "Flame Prince there are much more fresh ones behind you on the table."

Marshall Lee floats upside down in front of the cupcakes, "Aw man FP don't get into sweets. You'll get all chubby like Gumwad."

"I'm not chubby!" yells Gumball as Flame Prince chows down his third cupcake.

With a burp he stops and licks his lips while watching PG and Marshall Lee go at it again. Bluntly, like always, he says, "You guys must be real close friends."

"Friends with him?" exclaims Gumball.

"Sure, we're the best of 'em," says Marshall sarcastically. "Hey, instead of getting fat, why don't we go out?"

"You might burn from the sun," mumbles PG.

"How thoughtful," comments Flame Prince who is now munching on cookies he found.

"Ooh!" Marshall grabs the bag of marshmallows next to Flame Prince, looks for the sharpest and thinnest material he could find (candy sticks), stuck three marshmallows on and began roasting them on top of FP's head. "Whala!" he puts the gooey marshmallow in his mouth.

Flame Prince removes one glove, takes a marshmallow and roasts it while holding it. He eats it and quickly looks for the bag for more. "I didn't think you of all people would have a sweet tooth," says Gumball while putting marshmallows on a candy stick. He couldn't resist.

"Does...Fionna have one?"

"I wouldn't say so," answers Gumball. "She never really asked for sweet treats or anything."

"She's more of a meat person," says Marshall. "You know, like hot dogs, sausages, steak, all that good stuff."

Gumball asked, "How skillful are you with your fire?"

"He can't talk right now," points out Marshall Lee. The prince dared himself to stuff three marshmallows at the same time and took his time chewing on them to avoid choking. "This guy man," he answers for him, "This guy is good."

FP blinks and winces at the huge amount of food he swallowed, "Ugh...what you need?"

"He's probably is going to use you for something fruity..."

"Quiet Marshall," hushes Gumball. "Help me with this experiment," he looks for something under his lab station and retrieves a bucket full of sugar and begins boiling it down to a liquid form. "This will be quick," he points to Marshall, "I want you to fly around and pour the sugar in a 360 angle."

"Huh?"

"Fly in circles," PG looks at Flame Prince, "I want you to blast the sugar with your flames as soon as Marshall starts pouring."

"READY SET GO!" Marshall flies outside without any directions of where PG wants the experiment to be done and what the results would be.

Flame Prince jumps out the window and sees Marshall high up in the air getting ready to spin with the bucket in his arms. The moment he sees a drop almost hit the ground Flame Prince surrounds the sugar with a fire twister. Burning, hardening the sculpture into a beautiful, pink, sparkly twisting shape. All done in a quick second. It seemed as if it were starting from the ground and that it would topple so easily for the point holding it up is so small.

"That was cool!" the boys turn and see Fionna with her pink sword hunched on her shoulder.

Cake twists her body around the figure, "Whooo!"

"Hey Fi," says Marshall smoothly, but she runs past him towards Flame Prince. He sulks next to Gumball, "Guy is lucky," he admits.

"Yeah..."

"Hey, why didn't you, you know...take a cha-"

"You don't know what you have until you lose it Marshall Lee," replies Gumball. He finds out Cake has been staring at him by the side with a scrunched up smiling face, "What?"

"Jealous."

[Hope you enjoy this short!]