A/N: So I'm looking for a beta that's good with grammar and junk cuz I get really sick of rereading my stories over and over and over. I know, it seems impossible. But honestly, I do a pretty good job of finding errors but sometimes my flow seems off and idk how to fix it. so if you are good at grammar and junk, and interested in beta-ing all sorts of fun stuff shoot me a message. I promise i don't bite and sometimes (on occasion) i'm actually fun to talk to. 3

A/N2: So I'm really bad at sticking to my post schedule... cuz I get really excited and just want to share my story with you guys. but I promise i will always post on wednesdays, other that i'm just updating cuz i'm excited, usually its when i get a particularly lovely review or wrote a chapter i'm excited about (I just finished writing chapter 18)

~NFE

A/N3: so this is my third time trying to fix this thing. i didn't want to put full horizontal lines in but it keeps eating my usual indicators. i'm sorry that it looks so choppy now but fanfiction is totes butts, hopefully it will read better now.

"Will you help me out or not, dude?" Fi asked, somewhat crossly, into the phone. She had all the materials she needed and she just had to convince Gumball to be the distraction.

"I suppose... You won't be damaging any of his property?" He asked back timidly. He hadn't wanted to get involved in the prank war, just start it. He'd already had to endure Marshall's insufferable thinking process, and now he'd be playing distraction for Fionna so she could break into his home and construct a three dimensional, plywood labyrinth. This was going to be a long prank war.

"Yeah I wanna get it done by tomorrow cuz I have a date."

"Well I suppose I will help you, I'll call Marshall Lee and-" He interrupted himself in the middle of a sentence when he realized what she had said. "Did you say you have a date?"

"Yeah. Y'know I'm told girls go on those sometimes." She replied, and he was pretty certain she had her cheeks puffed out in anger.

"Forgive me, I just was unaware you were interested in anyone." He said, hoping she would tell him who it was. It isn't polite to pry but he really wanted to know.

"I just met him the other day. Anyway I gotta go. Call Marsh!" Click. the line went dead and he was left hanging. Well now he knew how to get Marshall out of his house, if anyone was more protective over Fi than Gumball was, it would have to be Marshall Lee.

Gumball sighed, scrubbed his hand over his face, and pulled his phone back up to call the vampire.

"Speak." Marshall lee said in lieu of greeting. Gumball pulled a face he knew the vampire couldn't see and let out a small cough.

"Good afternoon, Marshall Lee. I have something very important to discuss with you. Could you come to the Candy Kingdom?"

"Man, Bon-bon, I'm busy. Can this wait?" He wasn't actually busy, just Gumball's important junk was usually boring.

"It's about Fionna." Marshall sighed heavily.

"Fine. I'll be there in a few." Click.

Gumball scowled at his phone. Why did all of his friends find it acceptable to simply hang up with out properly ending a call? It's very rude. He sighed again and retired to his chambers where the vampire would no doubt enter the castle.

"We're gonna have to hurry!" Cake said as they reached the empty house inside the cave. She set down the materials and Fionna before regaining her natural size. "He may be friendly with you but there's no telling what he'd do to me."

"Psh" the girl replied. "He thinks he's bad but he's not, he wouldn't hurt you." They got down to business filling up the vampires house with plywood.

"What's so important, dude?" Marshall Lee questioned as he flew in through Bonnibeaux's open window. The candy prince jumped a little in his seat and looked up from the book he had been reading.

"Oh, hello there Marshall Lee." He set his book down carefully marking his page and walked over to a small seating area across from his bed. Marsh waved away the pleasantries.

"You said there was something important to discuss about Fionna?" He did his best to sound annoyed.

"Ah yes, that." Gumball cleared his throat uncomfortably, "it seems someone has asked our dear adventuress on a date." Marshall Lee snorted, clearly unimpressed.

"That's all? Geez Bonnie you gotta loosen up-"

"According to my sources," he pressed on, "her suitor is none other than Flint Ignatius, Prince of the Flame Kingdom." Marshall's eyes went wide and he almost fell to the ground from his relaxed position in the air.

"She is dating Flame Prince?" He said in a dark voice. The pink prince nodded gravely. Marshall Lee crossed his arms and sat more upright in the air. "What's the game plan?" It was almost more of a demand than a question. PG looked sheepish.

"I hadn't... Gotten that far yet." Marshall scoffed.

"You aren't very good at this sabotage stuff are you?" He examined his fingernails. "Well don't worry, I'll take care of it. When is the date?" He looked back up at the other man, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Tomorrow." Gumball supplied.

"Where are they going?"

"That is information I do not have." The vampiric teen just scrubbed his face with his palms and sneered.

"Sometimes, pinky, you are just useless. I guess I'll just stake out their place. I was gonna head over there tonight anyway."

"Okay," Gumball replied, ignoring the nickname and the rude comment, "I'll just leave it to you then." The two shared a somewhat malicious grin and Marshall took off to stake out the tree fort.

Fionna and Cake were working tirelessly, it had already been about 5 hours and they were only like 2/3 of the way done. This was taking for-freaking-ever. The next prank was not going to involve this much manual labor.

Fi went into the kitchen and snatched a fizzy cola from the fridge.

"Cake, are you thirsty?" She called to her feline companion. The cat peeked out from the bedroom with nails in her mouth and a hammer in her paw.

"I don't think it's a good idea to be drinking his soda, girl." Fi just opened the can and took a long drink. She wondered exactly what Gumball had said to Marsh in order to get him out and keep him out this long. She supposed it didn't really matter as long as she had enough time to finish her prank.
She finished up her soda with another big gulp and crushed the can, throwing it over her shoulder into the garbage. She flexed her fingers, then rubbed her hands together ready to get back to work. This labyrinth wouldn't build itself and time was ticking by fast.

Marshall sat on top of the tree house. The girls had not come home from whatever adventure they were on. He had searched through their house and all he had to show for it was a few apples to pass the time. He had made quick work of the apples and so he just sat here. For hours.
Finally, in the wee hours of the morning right before the sun was coming up, the girls came trudging over the horizon tired and frazzled.
He watched as the two dropped face first into their beds, Fionna staying how she had landed and Cake curling up like, well, a cat. Marshall hid in their house to avoid the rising sun and whiled away the sleepless hours with random thoughts.

Why was Fionna drawn to danger? Flame Prince was made of fire, Marshall Lee was a vampire, and Gum-wad constantly got kidnapped by the Ice Queen. All of those things were potentially very dangerous for a human, even if she was super tough. Sometimes Marshall swore that girl had some sort of crazy death wish. Seriously. And that was the problem.

At least Marshall could control his blood thirsty impulses, and the Ice Queen was mostly just lonely, not really a major threat. But fire, that's a different story. Fire was hot, and dangerous, and, even on the best of days, uncontrollable. If Flint threw one of his tantrums and Fionna was anywhere near, Marshall shuddered at the thought. It was needless to think she would not be merely turned into a flambit. Things like this were enough to keep even a vampire up at night, er, during the day rather.