Ripped By mstoll
Hmm? Oh, hello there.
Baybel Navel, it's great to see you!
Here for more graybles, I reckon.
Well, all right.
Just like last time, we'll watch five separate stories,
each relating to one special theme.
Guess the theme by the end of the episode
and you'll be the freshest mint-whistle.
Now, look to my visualizer screen
and let this exciting grayble
dribble all over your mind-label.
Okay, so...
Scooch.
Okay, so I'm still pretty sure
this old book's some warlock's spell book or something.
Messed!
Warlocks, dude.
You ready for some ancient feel-good spellcraft?
Yeah, I'll try it.
Could always stand to feel better.
Let's see...
you got your bibby?
Check it.
Yep.
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
eating a Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said,
"what a good boy am I."
I don't feel like a good boy.
You sure you read the spell right?
Mmm. Yeah.
Still, though... pretty sweet.
Wanna keep sticking our thumbs in stuff until it works?
Yeah!
Oh, what a good boy am I!
Oh, what a good boy am I.
Oh what a good boy am I.
Oh, what a good boy am I!
Oh, what a good boy am I.
Oh, what a good boy...
Do you feel like a good boy?
No, I don't.
Hey, check out that gross toad!
Oh, what a good boy am I.
Gross. Cut it out.
Quit sticking your thumbs in my back.
Yeah, I don't know.
Geez, I'm never going to find this place!
Hmm...
Hey!
Hey, Rock Giant.
You seem cool!
Do you know where Wizard Bill's music shop is?
I can't find it anywhere.
He's got a guitar that plays the most savory licks in Ooo.
Huh.
I've got an idea.
Okay, point now!
Aah!
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Thanks, man!
Hey, let's find some more holes.
Oh, what a good boy am I!
Boys, your manners.
Oh! Oops!
Oh,
Hey, Tree Trunks.
Excuse me sir, I wasn't looking where I was...
- Tree Trunks, up here! - Oh, no!
Heavens no!
I'm glad you brought this matter
to the authorities, ma'am.
Now what exactly happened?
Yes, thank you.
I-I heard a man calling out to me "Oh, Tree Trunks."
So I said "Who's calling? I don't know."
So I looked, and he was making a rude gesture.
It left a sour taste in my mouth.
All right, ma'am. Let's see.
How do you spell your name?
- T... - Okay.
R... - Okay.
E... - Okay.
E... - One sec.
E. - Hold on one second.
Ugh, I'm sorry,
but the wheels of justice spin too slowly.
I'm going to have to take the law
into my own hands.
Thank you all for coming.
The police have failed me in my time of need,
so I have brought you here together.
A posse.
I made you all blackjacks in case things get ugly.
I stuffed some of my stockings with balled-up newspapers.
I made a big one for you because you're so strong.
All right, then.
Let's clean up these streets!
Ohh!
There he is! Goodness!
Eeeeee!
Oh!
Why... it's just a statue.
I-I don't understand.
It was so rude before.
Hey, Tree Trunks!
Oh!
Hey, Tree Trunks, how are you?
Shelby, have you been up there all day?
Yes.
Just reading this book!
Oh, well, can you read somewhere else?
You kind of offended Tree Trunks here.
What? Uh... uh...
Oh.
Oh!
I get it.
Wonderful!
Family meeting!
Family meeting, gather 'round.
Things are gonna change around here very soon.
You're gonna have a new mommy to help boss you around.
I mean, well, I haven't exactly asked her yet.
Well, no time like the present.
Sweetie, are you awake?
Great, 'cause I've got a query
I've been meaning to inquire of you.
Well... uh...
Oh, well... when two people...
will...
will you marry me?
Oh, yay.
Yes, yes, drink up the tears.
Drink up those good luck tears.
No, not you Gunther. You're on a low salt diet.
Huh? What's that dear?
Oh, I almost forgot.
It's a wife ring.
This one's for me.
I'm the husband.
That means I get the remote control three days a week,
and you get it four.
Ahh, sweetie, this is bliss.
Feels so math to finally be normal,
not like those two freaks.
What are they doing over there?
Anyway, I... Ooh, who's that?
Oh. Oh, my.
Poor Football, you've come so far
and still have so much to learn.
But I don't understand, BMO.
I'm a real baby girl now.
I can smell raddest lilacs.
I'm can hear the screaming squirrels,
screaming for nuts.
Oh, my gosh. I can't believe it's true.
No, Football. That's not enough.
You have to learn manners, too.
Otherwise, you'll be all alone.
Alone?
But... but what about you, BMO?
I will not always be here to protect you, Football.
No, you must learn.
Here, look.
This is a grapefruit spoon.
It's only for eating grapefruits.
This is a salt shaker.
Here, you try.
Now, this a turnip grincher...
For grinching.
And this is how you drink tea.
Ahh!
Like this?
Yuck. It's bitter.
No, no. Football, like this.
Like this?
No, like this.
Like this?
Like this!
Like this, right?
No, Football.
Do it like... huh?
Pbht!
Sorry, Football. Lesson's over for tonight.
Why so glum, fellas?
We stuck our thumbs in almost every hole today.
But we never felt like good boys.
I know a thing or two about good boys.
Why don't you try sticking your thumbs in these holes?
Controllers?
Oh, yeah!
"Super Good Boys."
So, did you guess the theme?
Go ahead and pause your viewer now
if you need a few more glaybels
to think about it a little.
Oh, oh.
Now you've got it. I can tell.
That's right.
The theme is "The Five Tastes."
You see, Jake ate a sweet plum.
Marceline played some savory licks.
Tree Trunks had a sour taste inside her mouth.
Oh, my.
Gunther wanted to drink the salty tears.
And Football's tea was bitter.
Huh? What? What's that you say?
You thought the theme was the "Five Fingers"?
Don't be silly.
Nobody's had five fingers for 20 blabillion glaybels.
Five telepathy glands, maybe.
Slimmin'.
Well, anyway, looks like it's that time again.
I'll see you crimpy glimmers on the triode flimpin' the diode.
Ripped By mstoll