*tweet tweet*
 
no... fuck you bird, im sleeping.
 
*tweet tweet*
 
nooooooo... i just went through emotional shit with my friends the other day, let me sleep.
 
*twe-*
 
>FINE GEES!!
 
ugh... fucking birds... sometimes they are assholes.
 
*tw-*
 
>i said i was getting up! go bother ice queen! wait... dont do that, shes my sis. were sistars. sister stars. sistars.
 
*t-*
 
>just.... just go bother muscle prince... hes a douche.
 
the bird takes off to where you think the muscle kingdom is.
 
good... gooood.
 
you are nameless. thats your name. people call you namele though.
 
*knock knock knock*
 
cake: namele, wake up girl. we gotta go to that sciency museumy thing with prince gumball.
 
oh yeah, ben wanted you guys to go.
 
>yeah yeah, just hold on, i need to get my clothes on.
 
fionna: namele, were gonna be late.
 
>fionna, you know just as well as i that when i dress...
 
you open the door.
 
>i dress fast.
 
you come out wearing a dress that ben got for you. you wouldnt have a roof over your head if it wasnt for him.
 
cake: guuuuurl, how do you do that?
 
>get dressed so fast? i dont powder myself up at all.
 
fionna: what about your hair, you got it into a different style so quick.
 
>all i did was pin it up fionna.
 
fionna: yeah, but you did that, got dressed, and look better than me and cake. and you did it fast.
 
>heres a tip fionna. if you have a planned thing to go to, put the stuff that you are going to wear close so you can just put it on.
 
fionna: so thats how you got dressed really quickly for our dinner night with the flame queen and flame prince.
 
>yep.
 
that fucking battle almost scorched your dress thanks to the spell wearing off.
 
>well, lets head out.
 
cake grows tall and and puts you and fionna on her back.
 
>E-NAY-CHUCK!
 
cake: what?
 
>oh... um... nothing.
 
man, no one remembers that character.
 
fionna: another one of the things that humans used to do?
 
>its a thing a comic book super hero does. she says that and she grows up really tall and junk.
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gumball: oh, you are here! right on time! nameless, if i must say, you look beautiful in that dress.
 
>ben, youre the one who got it.
 
gumball: heheh... i guess i did. hmmm... wheres marshall l-
 
marshall: sup benjamin, sup fionna, sup cake, sup nameeeele?~
 
gumball: -ee...
 
ah. it happened again. this happens almost every time ben tries to say his name when in a group.
 
gumball: *ahem* well if everyone is ready, we should all enter now.
 
fionna: oh man namele, what do you thinks inside?
 
>in before science beans.
 
fionna: what?
 
>im calling it here and now. theres gonna be science beans.
 
gumball: namele, i do not believe that there will be any such thing.
 
cake: i dont know gummy, namele is usually spot on when she calls things. its like shes got some voodoo or something.
 
>who do?
 
cake: you do.
 
>do what?
 
cake: have the power of voodoo.
 
>darnit cake, thats not how the song goes. you totally ruined it.
 
cake: is that a song from back before the-
 
>yes... ugh.. man, now that i told you guys about all of that junk about my sister and aaa actually being earth, every time i do something you guys are all like "hay is that a human thing from the past?' stahp it.
 
fionna: but-
 
>stahp.
 
you all walk inside and witness the shineyness of chrome... everything.
 
>why is everything chrome? to make it look more sciencey?
 
gumball: ugh, i told them not to make it like this. i told them last year.
 
fionna: its not that bad. its cool actually.
 
cake: yeah, you can see your reflection in almost everything.
 
cake made it known by wiggling herself all over the mirror and what not.
 
>alright cake, thats enough of that.
 
gumball: oh, the music should be starting right now.
 
*violens start to play*
 
cake: hmmm... violins? weird choice of instruments. i would have gone with a dulcimer.
 
fionna: youre just saying that because you play one.
 
cake: nu-uh, im just saying.
 
marshall: nah... bass would have been better.
 
>i would love to hear saxophone really.
 
gumball: i uh... suggested that too. heheh.
 
>you like the saxophone too?
 
gumball: yeah, totally. i dont think its an obnoxious instrument at all.
 
>ben... you dont have to lie around me. were friends. if you dont like it you dont like it.
 
gumball: friends... yes...
 
ben looks away for awhile. he does that whenever you say you are friends. same with marshall.
 
gumball: hay, why dont we all get set? i have my own thing of science to present.
 
fionna: i called that one.
 
cake: thats because that one was obvious.
 
you look around and see a whole bunch of cool junk. there are things that can teliport stuff. there is a juicer that can juice ANYTHING. there is a cheese cutter.... that uses LASERS!
 
>everything here is so cool! i mean, i see your stuff all the time ben, but i didnt know that there was stuff like this out there.
 
gumball: oh... yeah... well i guess my stuff does get old...
 
>are you implying that i dont like your stuff too? ben. your so stupid sometimes. i was just saying how i thought it was cool that there are other people out there. just like you, you know... making things better for the people of ooo. ive always looked at you and your work and i can say without a doubt in my mind that i admire that so much about you.
 
gumball: oh, haha... thanks namele.
 
>i mean it ben.
 
ben looks away and scratches his head. you can see a good smile on his face.
 
fionna: yo, what are these?
 
scientist: oh, those are beans i made that can feed an entire village for a year. if you plant it, more will show up.
 
>science beans. BAM!
 
gumball: i wouldnt exactly-
 
>caaaaaalled iiiit.
 
you do your "called it" dance. its basically just you doing the cabbage patch and then raising the roof. its very simple, but let me tell you... the "called it" dance is something that just adds to the feel of being right.
 
announcer guy: hello and welcome the the science museum and festival. we would ask that all entering scientists for the "show and tell" feature of this spectacular event, please come to the green room so we may line you up in a specific order so you may do what you do best. TALK!
 
ben does have a knack for talking all good.
 
>good luck ben.
 
gumball: thank you namele. ill be back afterwords guys, please explore and have fun.
 
you, fionna, cake, and marshall explore the joint.
 
fionna: how about that thingamajig?
 
cake: how about those thingidywhos?
 
marshall: these whatchamacallits look alright.
 
>i have a fondness of this somethingorwhatever.
 
scientist dude: thank you all so much for your kind words. i have slaved over all these doodads all week.
 
>we give critiques like nobodies buisness. peace.
 
you and the gang head all over the joint... again.
 
cake: yo namele. check this out.
 
>what?
 
cake: they say they dug something up that may be related to the people before the mushroom war. any idea what it is?
 
you look at the thing to realize that what they dug up... was a box full of dragon dildos.
 
>i have no clue what those things are.
 
that is a fuckton of dragon dildos. whoever ordered it MUST have known the world was gonna end.
 
fionna: they look like drum sticks, but more weirder looking.
 
marshall: i dont think those are drum sticks.
 
oh my god. marshall might know what those are.
 
marshall: i think those are suppossed to be door stoppers.
 
>PFFFHAHHAHAHA-
 
you cover your mouth. oh god you didnt mean to do that.
 
marshall: so you do know what they are.
 
>i cant tell you guys what they are. i just... pfffhahah... i cant.
 
if they find out, theyll do that face.
 
fionna: oh come ooon namele.
 
>fionna, your not even old enough.
 
fionna: what?
 
cake: okay, now IM interested.
 
>im seriously not telling any of you guys what those things are.
 
marshall: hmmmm.... well what if i just read your mind?
 
>oh you better not. marshall, you know i dont sock my friends, but ill make this an exception if you do.
 
marshall: whats so bad about it?
 
>oh my god... i really dont wanna talk about this.
 
marshall: thats why i can read your mind.
 
>okay, you know what? dont say i didnt warn you.
 
you go up to him and whisper about what those were. once you stop, you can see that marshall is completely grossed out and embarrassed and all that other stuff.
 
marshall: thats... thats just... wow...
 
>oh there are tons more worse things than those. some are for boys.
 
marshall: AHHH! DONT TELL ME THAT!
 
>whats your favorite color? maybe theyll give one to you.
 
marshall: LALALALALALALA NOT LISTENING!
 
marshall goes forward and tries to keep away from the box of dragon dildos.
 
fionna: was it really that bad?
 
>fionna, ill tell you when your at least 16, that is if cake doesnt beat me to it.
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you and the gang have taken seats because the show and tell thingy was about to start.
 
announcer guy: hello once again, we are just about to get started. our first showey telley is.... *sigh*.... honey bun.
 
uh oh. honey bun always does something really stupid all the time.
 
honey bun: hello all. i would like to show and tell you, about my pet turtle.
 
turtle prince: iiiii taaaake offeeeeence tooooo thiiiisssss..... geeeeet hiiiim ooooooff theeeee staaaaaage....
 
honey bun: but his name is smokey the turtle.
 
honey bun is removed from the stage by one of those cliche hook thingies you see from cartoons that take away the person that isnt doing so well on a presentation or something. it actually makes you laugh.
 
announcer guy: next up will be breakfast prince.
 
oh, your dream husbando is up there. you dont really like him like that, but if you were married to him, you definetly wouldnt complain. i mean hell. breakfast three times a day? hell yeah.
 
bp: hello all. i have come to show you my newest creation. i call it... the breakfast cake.
 
everyone: ooooh. aaaaah.
 
bp: you see, i have taken eggs, bacon, potatoes, and baked it within a pancake-cake with crystallized syrup inside. having this with a glass of milk and orange juice will power you for the whole day. thank you and please feel free to eat it.
 
oh... oh... oh yes.
 
you get up from your seat just to be the first in line to get on some a dat.
 
marshall: bring me a slice, i need to think about something good to get all that junk out of my head.
 
>haha... junk.
 
marshall: make that two slices.
 
fionna: four please.
 
cake: oh just bring the whole dang thing. were the heroes of aaa. aint like nobodies gonna question that.
 
>no cake. i believe everyone should at least try one piece of this. it is an advancement in breakfast history. surely children will sing songs of this masterpiece.
 
announcer: next up is party petunia.
 
fionna: hay, thats the chief of the party bears. whats she doing here?
 
petunia: hello all...
 
oh wow. she has a really laid back voice. you can just feel the vibe of complete relaxation emitting from it.
 
petunia: have you ever felt like you have partied for too long, and you are tired, but you still want to party?
 
i know that feel.
 
petunia; well then, i bring you... the "party planner". it is a machine designed to tell you when it is and is not okay to party, depending on your sleepyness. you just hook it up to your  head like this and-
 
the meter on the party planner spins over and over on the "aw yeah"  side, instead of the "you should take a nap"
 
petunia: well then i guess its time to party. thank you all.
 
>your doing gods work petunia.
 
she bows towards you and walks off.
 
announcer guy: alright, our next person is-
 
magic woman: meeeeeee!
 
>magic woman get outta here or ill womp you one so hard!
 
magic woman has been trying to get revenge on you for "ruining her plan in the dream world". you still dont know what she is talking about., but ever since, shes been doing it.
 
magic woman: oh shush stupid. im here to present my latest invention. i call it, the "getting revengotron" get up here namele and test it out.
 
you summon your sword.
 
fionna puts a hand on your shoulder.
 
fionna: dont worry namele, ill take care of this. i still have a score to settle with the creep.
 
fionna cracks her knuckles and goes on stage and beats the snot outta magic woman.
 
cake: kick her in the shins too!
 
>face and shins, then ill be happy.
 
marshall: you can summon your sword? cool.
 
>yeah, but once i do that, i cant like... un-summon it.
 
marshall: oh... so you have to keep it here for the rest of the day?
 
>well... yeah. i mean its not like i can just go back and then come back here. im wearing a dre-
 
hunter: i will take that my lord.
 
oh... its this guy again.
 
>didnt i tell you to stop calling me lor-
 
hunter: i apologize lady nameless.
 
>ugh, just nameless. or even better, namele.
 
hunter: i shall take the sword back to your house, if you will allow me to.
 
>naaaah... ill probably need it later. you never know.
 
hunter: i am here for you whenever you need me.
 
hunter totally dissapears in the wind again.
 
marshall: who was that guy?
 
that sounded like a mean tone.
 
>well, i went with ice queen to go do something in the witch land, and then i got a rage spell casted on me. apparently anyone who wields this sword gets a bodyguard for free. i dont exactly want or need one though.
 
marshall gets a smile going.
 
fionna finally comes back after beating the snot outta magic woman.
 
fionna: what i miss?
 
cake: hunter witch came to make smoochies with namele.
 
>ugh, not you too cake.
 
cake: im sorry, i heard the conversation with you and the ice king. i was on my way to the market at the time.
 
>for what?
 
cake: doughnuts and ice cream.
 
>cake... you have a doughnut glove.
 
cake: oh.... yeah i do.... huh.... i never use it.
 
announcer guy: alright, or next up is prince gumball. lets see what he has to show us this year!
 
gumball: thank you announcer guy.
 
i fucking knew that was his name.
 
gumball: hello all. i would like to show you a creation, that will change your life, and many others. i bring to you, the dreamomatixatron!
 
everyone: oooooh. aaaaaah.
 
gumball: have you ever wondered what it is like to dream with someone else? to explore someones imagination, and let them explore yours? well with this, you are capable of doing it. all you need to do, is sit in either one of these two seats and place the helmet onto your head. within a minute, you will both be put into a sleep like state. afterwords, your imagination is your playground. while you dream, it will be played on a screen so- if needed- someone can document said dream. any questions?
 
>yeah, so... what your saying is that it puts you in a dream like state to have lucid dreaming with another person?
 
gumball: oh. silly me. yes, LUCID dreaming. would you like to volunteer to show how it works with me namele?
 
>im not getting in that thing.
 
gumball: namele, it will be fine. it wont hurt at a-
 
>if people can see what i dream about. im not going in there.
 
gumball: namele please. i swear i wont show anything bad.
 
>*sigh*
 
marshall: namele, you dont have to do it.
 
>well... i mean... why not? if nothing really deep and stuff shows, then i guess its okay. its just that there are abunch of candy people in the crowd, and ive got these nightmares that could scare you back to life and then die again.
 
marshall: they cant be that scary.
 
>you have no idea what my mind is capable of marsh.
 
you head up to the stage and sit in the seat, smoothing out your dress because this is a nice dress and i dont want it wrinkled damnit.
 
gumball: thanks namele. i swear it wont show anything bad. i have it set to nice dreams.
 
>you have other settings on that thing? ben-
 
gumball: well those settings are more for interrogations and stuff. but the thing you and me are going to experience is just whatever our imagination can come up with.
 
>*sigh* im warning you right now, if any one of your candy people explodes... it isnt my fault. its all on you.
 
gumball: and im telling you, that wont happen. trust me nameless.
 
ben only says your full name when he is serious or trying to be formal. i guess hes being serious now.
 
ben hooks you up.
 
gumball: okay namele. im gonna turn this thing on, and you are going to go to sleep. okay?
 
>fine, sure, whatever. lets just get this over with.
 
you were really nervous about all of this.
 
what if he finds out something about you while you are in there?
 
like how your so unorganized?
 
wait... no... he knows that.
 
but what if everyone finds out that you write erotic fanfiction?!
 
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!!
 
wait. wait. just dont think about it. if you dont think about it, it wont show up.
 
okay... just need to think about nuns. strict ass nuns with rulers.
 
man you fucking hate how they slap your hand with those rulers as hard as they can.
 
fuck nuns.
 
gumball: and now here we go.
 
ben flips a switch and you begin to feel hella tired.
 
before you go to sleep, you see him get in the other seat with a goofy smile.
 
whats he so happy about?
 
before to long, you are put in a landscape of trees and stuff.
 
gumball: hay namele. were here.
 
>i can... see that.
 
nun: stop talking during class!
 
oh snap, you were thinking about nuns.
 
the nun trys to slam down a ruler on your hand, but you totally parry, and dissarm her.
 
>HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?
 
you slap her hand over and over with the ruler.
 
nun: i doooont!
 
>do onto others that you would do to yourself, you hypocritical bitch!
 
you give her one more slap on the hand and send her on her way.
 
>hate nuns.
 
ben just looks at you.
 
>sorry about that. i was thinking about how much i hated nuns before we got in this thing.
 
gumball: its okay. um. so what do you normally dream about namele?
 
>weeeell. zombies, pirates, mecha godzilla, iron giant, power rangers, food, you guys, food-
 
gumball: well, more really... what do you dream about us?
 
>well.... loads of stuff really. like i dream about the gang doing stuff that we would normally do really.
 
gumball: well, what about me, what do i do?
 
>like i said. normal stuff. your always buisy, in your lab. you only get to hang out with us once and awhile. you help me out with stuff...
 
gumball: like what?
 
>well. you know. personal stuff. but i mean, so do the others.
 
gumball: what do we ta-
 
>how about you tell me what you dream about?
 
ben looks away real quick and then looks back with a nervous smile.
 
gumball: i guess the same stuff really.
 
>well, we are in a dream together... wanna go help me beat up nuns?
 
gumball: im sorry namele, but we do have an audience watching us right now.
 
>oh yeah... how about zombies then?
 
gumball: namele i still do-
 
you and gumball are thrown right back into real life for some reason.
 
>what... *yaaawn* is going on?
 
gumball: ice queen!
 
ice queen: namele, whats this whosamawatchit and what are you and my gumball doin in it?
 
>well, we were dreaming and junk, but then... what did you do to his machine?!
 
gumball: my dreamomatixatron!
 
ice queen: i got a little jealous.
 
>a little? there is a giant ice berg in the thing.
 
ice queen: just a teansy bit.
 
>ice queen... you didnt come here to take ben away did you?
 
ice queen: well, it was creeping up on our anniversary.
 
>ice queen. come on. we talked about this. you got to move on. im telling you, theres other people out there besides ben.
 
ice queen: yeah... but.... zap!
 
>what the... SIS!
 
she totally just iced lightninged you to the seat.
 
ice queen: sorry sis. i gotta do it. i just gotta.
 
>this is so un-sis like.
 
ice queen: sorry namele. mere gumball. i have dinner set and everything! i even have candles and all that junk.
 
ice queen flies out with ben and you are stuck in i- wait... your super strong here.
 
oh my god... you can just break out.
 
*CRACK*
 
and now your out.
 
fionna: see, this is why i dont you being sisters.
 
>sistars.
 
cake: what?
 
>sistars. sister stars. sistars.
 
fionna: whatever. we need to go save gummy now.
 
marshall: well... this has been a day.
 
>your not gonna help us?
 
marshall: namele, i think you know what kind of a relationship i got with simona. i dont really wanna go there.
 
>yeah. i do. well be back soon. i promise.
 
marshall: dont beat her up too much.
 
>were just gonna try and reason with her.
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you are on top of cakes back because you are still in your fucking dress.
 
>why am i still in the dress?
 
cake: after this, we are gonna go right back to the festival thing, remember?
 
>yeah, but i could have easily just put on normal clothes for this, and then put on fansy clothes for that.
 
cake: that would have required for me to pick you up twice. i get impatient namele.
 
>*sigh* lets just get there quickly. ice queen gets into fits of ice cream when she remembers shes all lonely and stuff.
 
you finally make it in and step over penguins to get over to where ice queen should be.
 
you make it into a room with ice queen sitting down with a tied up gumball while she eats ice cream.
 
ice queen: and then, i tried asking out hunter witch, and he just says 'you wanna die ice queen"? its so stupid. how ocme i cant get a man gumball?
 
gumball: mrrph mrrrph mrph mrph.
 
ice queen: well yeah, im sure that namele can get me a date with somebody, but it just feels like... im lonely, why cant i have someone now. so thats where you come in.
 
gumball: mrph mrph!
 
ice queen: what do you mean you dont wanna be that guy?!
 
fionna: ice queen... just... just let him go already.
 
ice queen: pffff. like im gonna do that.
 
>come on sis. let him go so we can talk.
 
ice queen: bunk that namele. you werent even here to work out with me last sunday and the sunday before that!
 
>ice queen. i was in some emotional trouble last week and the week before that.
 
ice queen: about what?
 
>just a whole bunch of jazz. ice queen just let him go. i promise well talk later. hell. ill spend the night over here if you want.
 
ice queen: *sniff*... you mean it?
 
>i mean it. we can wear nothing but t-shirts around the place and talk about stuff.
 
ice queen: even... hehehe... boys?~
 
>yes sis, even boys.
 
ice queen: *squeeeee*!
 
she lets ben go and he goes over to you guys.
 
>how bad was it?
 
gumball: she sang to me.
 
>oh man. thats stage 3. yeah, i definatly gotta spend the night. poor gal.
 
you wave goodbye to ice queen and head back to the festival.
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announcer guy: and thus concludes our science festival in the museum of science.
 
everyone: YAAAAAAH!
 
someone in the crowd: now i can go to the bathroom!
 
marshall: man. that was a long festival of nothing.
 
gumball: hay!
 
marshall: i mean think about it. none of the gadgets and junk matched up to your thing. as usuall.
 
fionna: yeah, you win that prize every year. they were thinking of just giving the thing to you the second you walked in.
 
gumball: well, i mean. its really up to the judges.
 
cake: gummy, your royalty.
 
>dont worry ben. maybe one day you will get a challenge.
 
marshall: not.
 
gumball: oh come on guys.
 
everyone laughes and picks on ben some more.
 
today was just another normal day in ooo. it was really pleasant. felt like nothing was gonna go wrong.
 
well... at one point it did. if people knew about your erotic fanfiction, you would have died.
 
you just cant help if you ship dipper and wendy from gravity falls. they just go together so well.
 
oh yeah... you should head over to the ice queens to spend the night over there. she usually keeps around video games anyway.
 
she usually beats your ass at fighting games though. how does that even work?
 
welp. do this today. do something else tomorrow.