I must have fallen asleep, because when the end credits were rolling, I woke up. Funny, I don't even remember falling asleep. But hey, my eyes were closed and my head was resting on Marshall's shoulder, so I must have fallen asleep at some point.

"Mm. Sorry I fell asleep on you."

"No problem." He answered, making a concious effort not to look at me.

"Hey, Marshall, have you stopped being crazy yet?"

He finally looked at me. "... Yeah. I think so."

I grinned. "Good! Because I'm going to make sure the weather stays normal, and you're coming with me."

He blinked. "What...? Why me?"

"So that you don't go all crazy on me again while I'm gone, and its mostly for us that the weather will hopefully be changed, so..." And I just want you to come with me...

"Us?" He asked, his expression unreadable.

"Yes. It is a pronoun meaning 'me and you'."

He grinned. "I know what us means."

"Then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"It's almost daylight." He observed.

"So? You've got lots of sungear."

"It's not that. I'm pretty sure Cake will think I kidnapped you or something especially if... oh no. Marceline!" He groaned.

"What about her?"

"She's probably told Cake and most of the Candy People and they are probably going to do something stupid like raise a mob against me or something." Then he mumbled something like, 'annoying older sister'.

"So we better go now." I said. He nodded. "I'll grab my bass and you grab my sungear, okay?"

I nodded. I knew where it was, anyway. I had almost tripped over it earlier.

We met up again in the hall, and I handed him his sungear, which he put on as we left. Suddenly, he dragged me behind a rock. There was a mob of candy people, with that kid and his dog leading them, and Cake right behind them. Marshall rolled his eyes. "Seriously?" Then he pulled me out of the cave as the mob surrounded his house.

"Y'know, I'm surprised I didn't see Prince Blowpop there. What happened- did you two get in a fight?"

I thought back to our conversation yesterday. Gumball had seemed pretty mad... "You could say that." I agreed.

Marshall laughed, clearly back to his old self. "Well, who needs 'em? It's just us on this trip, and who needs Gumdrop?" I smiled. "So what's our plan?" Marshall asked me.

"Well... you know the Water Nymphs?"

"Uh... vaguely... why?"

"Well, they once tried to take Cake to the Party Goddess. I figure she might know who is messing with the weather and junk. Like, connections and stuff."

"So how do we get them to take us to the Party Goddess?"

"Um... that's the part I haven't really thought out yet."

"Well, good luck. The Nymphs and me... we don't get along too well. I think its because I am too hardcore for them."

I shoved his shoulder playfully and he laughed. "Okay. It's because they don't like rock music."

I laughed. "C'mon. What's the real reason?"

"My jokes aren't lame enough for 'em."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. They like really, really lame jokes there. I don't get it."

"Well, hopefully I have enough lame jokes for them."

"Nope, I don't think your jokes are lame either." Thanks. No no no no! Don't blush, Fionna! Do NOT blush!

"Then how are we going to get up there?"

"... Jake the Dog has lame jokes."

"The dog in the mob against you?"

"I didn't say it would be easy." I shot him a look. So, we'd have to either kidnap or bring the dog to our side of the story or whatever, and then he has to tell jokes without that kid interfering.

"You say it won't be easy, I say near impossible."

He smirked at me. "So, how'd you get into the adventuring business if you're always so negative?"

"Not always so negative." I muttered. He smirked at me again. "Okay, fine. Let's just get the dog."

The mob was heading back around, so he quickly turned invisible. "Hey guys." I said nonchalantly.

"Fionna! There you are, babycakes! I was so worried!" You and Marshall both.

"I'm fine, guys! Marshall and I just watched a movie, and I crashed at his place."

Cake gave me a suspicious look, and most of the mob filed off. Then she noticed I was standing in the shade, and jumped on me. "What the-! Cake, get off me!"

"Hold still! I'm trying to see if you're a vampire!" Marshall then appeared. "You know, this might just be optional, but most vampires have fangs." Cake jumped off me, and looked like she was going to attack him, but I caught her.

"What did you do to my baby girl?!" She yelled.

"I watched a movie with her, drank a strawberry shake she made, and let her fall asleep on my shoulder." Marshall listed off. I shot a look at Cake. "See? I'm perfectly fine."

"So you just spent the night over there." The kid said, sheathing a sword that looked like it was made out of... I don't know, demon blood maybe.

"Well, not the whole night. I spent part of it arguing with a melodramatic Marshall, part of it talking to Gumball, part of it talking to Marceline, who then knowingly locked me in there after Marshall said under no circumstances to leave me alone there with him, and then I spent the night over there." I said calmly.

"And now we're on our way to the Party Goddess to see if she knows what's up with the weather. By the way, any of you got some bad jokes for the Nymphs? They don't seem to particularly like me." Marshall said, strumming his guitar lightly. "Leave it to me! Nymph ladies love me!" Jake said. Cake stared at him like he'd grown a second head, and Marshall and I shared a look. While it was interesting... the Nymphs are male.

Finally, we found them in the pond next to our house. Jake looked at them, then at us, then back again. Finally he sighed and went over there, telling a joke about a goblin who had lost all his limbs on the left side. He laughed himself into unconciousness, and when the nymphs didn't do anything, I sighed and went over.

"Oh, hey Fionna!" The younger one said. I smiled nervously and said, "Hey you guys want to hear a joke?" They nodded.

"Uh, a woman walked into a bar with her pet giraffe. While she ordered a drink, it lay down on the floor. The bartender said, 'hey you can't leave that lyin' on the floor.' The woman looked back at her giraffe and said calmly to the bartender, 'oh, that's not a lion.'" No one laughed, but Marshall coughed.

"I got nothing." I muttered. They all stared at me, and then Marshall looked up at the sky, like he was expecting it to start raining blood again. Gumball hadn't said it wouldn't. Finally, Marshall came forward so he was standing right next to me and said, "Hey guys! Can you tell us where the Party Goddess is?"

"Yeah." The older one said. We all stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

"And?" Finn the kid asked.

"He said he could not that he would." The younger water nymph clarified.

"Well, would your friend mind telling us the way to the Party Goddess before I turn him into a cloud of steam?" Marshall asked, baring his fangs.

"That may be why they don't like you." I muttered to him.

He shrugged. "Maybe I'm too much of a party animal. That may be why they don't like me, Fi." The nymphs were glaring at him.

"You know, that might work with Gumball, but that doesn't work with us." The older one said. Marshall stuck his tongue out at them, and I sighed.

"Please forgive Marshall. He's not feeling like himself." The younger one snorted, but said nothing.

"Anyway, can you please take us to the Party Goddess?" I continued.

"Eh... no." The older one said. "Why?" Cake asked. "Because you've got the vampire partykiller with you." The younger one explained, shooting a look at Marshall. Marshall coughed again, but this time it sounded like he said, 'Racism'. "Marshall promises he'll behave." I said, almost begging. "...Fine. The Party Goddess is in the Cloud Kingdom, and we'll take you guys." The younger one said, giving in.

On the way up, Marshall mouthed at me, 'how did you do that?'

'I was nice to them.' I mouthed back. And maybe the begging had somehting to do with it. I spotted the Party Goddess right off and made a beeline for her, after thanking the nymphs and grabbing Marshall's hand so he'd come too. "Um, Party Goddess...?" I asked.

"Ah. Fionna. Marshall. Have you guys already won my favor?" She asked. Marshall thought for a minute, before nodding, and I shrugged. "We were hoping you'd know what's up with the weather in Aaa." I said. "I don't know. All I know is that someone changed the playlist to that Prince Gumball's stupid playlist." The Party Goddess said, obviously miffed.

I looked towards the boombox. It was playing 'Swing, Swing' by the All-American Rejects, which didn't seem to affect the weather in Aaa much. "That's actually a pretty good tune." Marshall observed. "Yeah, but the first two songs were magically enchanted and junk. And the playlist is set in a loop, so it'll just keep raining blood and men." The Party Goddess said. Suddenly, the first song started playing.

I grabbed Marshall's hands. "Not again." I groaned. But then we were both falling through the clouds again, with everyone coming down with us. "I could get used to this." Flame Prince said next to us. "Marshall- don't you dare let me go!" I said warningly. "Relax, Fi. There's a difference between men raining down and tomboys plummeting towards the ground screaming." He chuckled.

"For the record, I blame you for this, Gumball." I said, clenching my teeth, and trying not to look at the ground or how I was so obviously clinging to Marshall for dear life. Smart, Fionna. At least you grabbed him, not Gumball. "Why? And how'd you end up here anyway?" He asked. "She grabbed my hands to try to keep me up in the Cloud Kingdom with her. And she blames you because its your stupid playlist causing all this." Marshall said.

"That does seem to..." Flame Prince trailed off as Gumball snapped. "Shut. Up."

"Now, that's not very nice of you." Marshall laughed. As soon as we landed, I dragged him into the treehouse and stuffed his nose with tissues. Just in time, because then all the men were replaced with blood. "Ub, Fi?" Marshall asked.

"Yeah?"

"Cad I take these out dow?" Marshall asked me.

"No. Because then you'll get frenzied and since there isn't any blood for you to drink, you'll get the closest mammal-"

"You." He finished lamely. "It's not your fault- it's no one's fault. I just think you should keep those in until it turns to real rain like it did yesterday."

He shot me a look, but complied.