Ripped & Corrected By mstoll
Denise, we have concluded you're an interesting and
conventionally hot woman.
My siblings and I would like to request a date with you.
Are you available for a date with Glob on Saturday,
Grod on Friday, Grob on Thursday, or Gob on Sunday?
Please select your dates now.
Aaaah-oooooh!
That's nice.
Eat it, Lich.
Whooo!
What?
No more crackers!
Eeeeeee!
Prismo! Prismo!
- Hey, man, hey. - Hey.
Bad news — You ran out of cheese crackers.
What? No.
Yeah, man. What are you gonna do about it?
Jake.
I'm Prismo the Wishmaster.
We can have all the cheesy crackers we want.
Prismo, you make me happy, Prismo.
Oh, stop.
I'm always smiling when I'm around you.
I just noticed that. I always am.
I'm always smiling when I'm around you, too.
This feels so good.
Peppermint Butler!
Death!
What's up?
Hey, um, those guys are doing selfies on the Lich.
Is that safe?
Definitely gonna send these to Denise.
Oh, yeah, that's fine.
He's harmless.
Yeah, but why isn't he killing everyone in the room
right now —
controlling our minds, making us rip each
other's eyes out while we buttercup one another?
Well, the Lich's primary function is to cause mass death,
and since he can't do that while he's trapped in my time room,
he's stuck in a standstill, like a machine without a purpose.
- I'm so scared right now. - Yikes!
Ah, don't worry.
He ain't gonna hurt nobody.
Ha! You got a cup on your head.
Ha ha! You dingus!
See, he's docile as a lamb.
Hmm. Well, okay.
Then I guess loan go for a selfie, too.
Yeah, man, make your dreams come true.
Ooh! What time is it?
Hey, yo, Clockface!
What time is it?
It's 12:30.
Ah, boo to that.
Yo, Prismo, I got to get back
before Finn realizes I'm not home.
He gets worried if I stay out too long.
All right. Later, dude.
Laters!
Jake, where were you?
I was, uh, in the, um... All right, man.
I'm gonna come clean.
I've been doing a lot of partying at Prismo's lately.
Come on, man!
I don't even take Lady up there.
Dude... I found out my human dad is still alive.
Whoa. What?
He's at some place called The Citadel.
Whoa.
Are — are you gonna go see him?
I don't know.
Maybe I shouldn't.
Maybe there's a good reason he didn't raise me,
like he was probably captured by thieves and
kept a slave for years.
Yeah.
Or maybe he was ambushed in the wild and hid you so you wouldn't
be captured, too.
Yeah.
Maybe it's better not to rock the boat.
But it might also be good to find out if you got any
genetic risk factors or allergies or whatever.
Plus, you get to see what you'll look like as an old guy.
Could be cool.
I guess it would be okay to meet him
just to know what I'll look like.
Cool. Oh!
If we hurry, Prismo might still be partying.
Come on. Just one more game.
I don't know, mang.
I was just gonna, like, clean up and crash out.
Aw, yeah! More play-ahs!
You guys want to play some Card Wars?
No.
Prismo, we need to get to The Citadel.
Whoa!
You guys do not want to go there — seriously.
Check this out.
The Citadel is a nastisized prison.
Only the worst of the worst end up there.
Real stinkfaces.
These guys are the pits...
the armpits.
Hey, my dad must be, like, the warden there.
I know you can't grant me and Finn any more wishes,
so we brought Shelby along to wish on our behalf.
Hello.
Ha! Look at that — a little guy.
So... I wish for...
a pony for my G.F.!
- Done. - Shelby!
Sorry, dudes.
My girl's been hounding me for a pony for months.
I'm gonna mad points for this.
Oh, hi!
Oh, so you got it?
That's great. You like him?
Uh... uh-huh.
Y-you're gonna name him what?
Speed boat?
Yeah, that's a good one.
Dang, Shelby.
A wish wouldn't have worked anyway.
You can only get to The Citadel committing a cosmic crime.
So, what do we got to do —
rob a cosmic bank or steal a space baby?
Hoo! Uh, I just remembered I got to go home.
Got to groom my feathers.
Goodbye. Goodbye!
Listen, if you guys are serious about this,
all you got to do is find a certain sleeping old man
and bring him here.
That's it?
Yep, he's on one of those floating islands out there.
It kind of looks like an upside-down duck.
That doesn't seem like much of a crime.
Yeah, but that's all there is to it ... for now.
What?
Check it out. I got gifts for you guys.
Heh! Cool.
It's a pen light.
Bazoo! Zoooo! Vroom!
Jake, don't look directly in the — aaaaah!
Oh! Oh, sorry.
Pa-choo! Pa-choo!
Pew! Pew!
Pa-choo! Pa-choo!
Pew! Pew!
Mm.
Come on, Finn. Let's go find this old guy.
Oh, one last thing, dudes.
Whatever you do, don't wake him up.
Okay, you can go now.
Pew! Pew!
You ever wonder what happened to
make a place all wrecked up like this?
Nope.
Hey, upside-down duck!
No, wait, it's right side up.
Ah-ha!
Hey! Get out here, old man!
Dude, shh!
Don't wake him up.
Hey, get out here, old man.
Bazow!
Old man.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Uh-oh!
Finn, a little help.
Bazap!
Hmm. Kazow!
Let's hoof it!
Jake, don't jostle the package.
Hut!
All right.
Oh!
There's too many of them!
Let's see here.
Oh, hey. You're back.
Dude's got serious night terrors.
What now, Prismo?
Okay. Wake him up.
What?
Yeah.
I just wanted one last look at myself.
Wait, this old man is you?
That's right.
Prismo is nothing but the dream of a wrinkly old man.
Man, I've gotten a lot hairier, but also balder.
Tell me how that makes any sense.
I look like a big, old hairy raisin.
So, wait, what happens to you when we wake him up?
Poof! I'm a goner.
Thus ends mighty Prismo.
Prismo.
Killing a Wishmaster is a cosmic crime.
Once I'm dead, the Guardian will show up and take you
to The Citadel.
I don't think seeing my dad is worth sacrificing your life.
Ah, don't worry.
As soon as my corporeal body falls asleep again —
in a thousand years — I'll be back.
You sure about this?
Hold on, let me take one last look around.
Huh, thought I'd own more stuff by now.
Okay, let's do it.
Still feels like a bad idea, man.
Psh, what could go wrong?
Wake up.
But wait!
I've changed my mind!
Prismo, don't worry!
I'll put the old man to sleep and get you back!
Dude, that means the Lich jacked our entry into The Citadel!
Aw, no, man!
How you gonna see your dad?
Hello? Who are you guys?
Could any of you strangers tell me
how to go home?
I'm done with my nap.
Old man Prismo.
I just woke up from my nap.
Uh... but I'm ready to go back to bed.
I'd like to go home and take a nap.
No, old man Prismo.
Don't talk to him!
Are you my son?
Old man Prismo! No!
Lich, I'm gonna kill you!
Oh. dang!
I think they're going to The Citadel.
I'm coming, daddyyyyyyy!
This party is so crazy!
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll