Adventure Time with Finn & Jake s06e19 Episode Script
Is That You?
Adventure time, come on, grab your friends, we'll go to very distant lands.
With Jake the dog and Finn the human the fun will never end.
It's adventure time! Fallen ally, fallen ally, you're home now in the sky Fallen ally, fallen ally, single tear we cry! A truer friend there was none And Prismo was his name An artisan of pickling and now just one remains And now just one I can't do this, man! It just can't be over! Hey! We can put it back in the fridge if you want.
No, these picks were made by our friend to be mouth-loved.
We have to honor his memory with a final taste of his genius.
Get ready for the dream ritual.
Om! Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams! Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams! Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams! Pickle rama! Pickle rama! - Pickle rama! Pickle rama! - Finale! Ommmmmmmm! - Woof! What was that? - Quick! To bed! This has to be the last thing we think about! - Hyah! - Okay Dream! Whoo! Crazy dream, man.
Prismo was definitely in it.
But Jake? You up already? What the Hup! Ouf! I love you, everything burrito.
Jake, why are you pretending to dig up - everything burrito? - Huh? What? Hold on! I'm coming down.
- Wuagh! - Jake, you got to hear my dream.
Jake? Hey, man! You're shaking it all wrong.
- What the jump? - Shh! Let me show you how it's done.
Jake, are you sleepwalking? No, I'm showing this Wuaaghh! Waah! Wake Up! - Tunk.
I'm not dreaming.
- You made an oath.
Okay.
- Waa! - Nah, I'll just stretch into a tree.
Jake! I saw you explode.
Something messed up is haps, bro.
Please! Not even.
No, dude, you blew into chunks right over there.
Uh, because kee-oth was right there.
And there were traps.
And I didn't have no blood this whole time, so I'm totally out of it.
Jake, this already happened.
Come on, man! - Stop freaking me out.
- Wuagh! Aw, Jake dust! Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes Take some bacon, and I put it in a pancake Bacon pancakes, that's what it's gonna make - * Bacon panca-a-ke! * - Dude, what is the deal? Dude, what is the deal? Dude, I can't wait to get this batch of pickles to Jake.
He's totes gonna bust a pipe when he gets hit with the cumin and the undertones of sage that come in later.
Prismo, I'm right here! Where you going, bro? Wait up, man! How are you alive? Finn and I saw your old-man host body get destroyed by the - The lich?! - Wake up! Wait! I've changed my mind! Wait! Why is this happening? It's like a rerun of the worst junk.
The lich life-sucks Prismo's dream host, which eliminates Prismo forever.
Ugh! It's mad griz, bro.
And then the space police, or whatever they're called show up because boppin' Prismo was a cosmic crime.
I remember feeling like someone had peeled a layer away from my brain, and my reality was no longer anchored to any point of reference.
And I had to fight to keep from being crushed under the weight of an unforgiving new paradigm of ultimate reality.
- Ouf! - So cool, man! So why am I seeing this again? - Uh That's cool.
- Uh, that's cool.
But you know what's really cool? Tough-guy contests.
Whoo! Whoo! Tough boys! Come on, man! Tough-guy-contest me! Okay.
It seems like all of Jake's memories are re-manifesting themselves, but as soon as I break their history, it creates - a paradox and Jake explodes.
- Whoa, Finn! How'd you get over there?! Wuagh! Finn, when I die, my individual earth consciousness is gonna go all over everywhere while glob tallies my deeds.
- What? - I'm gonna be all around you.
In your nose and your dreams and socks.
- In your dreams? - Yeah, that's what I said.
In your dreams.
All this striz happened when Jake and I tried to preserve Prismo's pickles in our dreams.
Something must've changed when we went to sleep.
So, uh, I just got to hope that Jake tries to do the pickle ritual again, so I can reenact it with him.
Exactly the way it happened? Maybe? Geez! Fallen ally, fallen ally, you're home now in the sky Fallen ally, fallen ally, single tear we cry! I guess I'm headed towards that door.
Dude, I get out of relationships, because I don't want to have a discussion about what we're gonna have for dinner every night.
All these dudes and their lady problems.
That's right! Prismo is nothing but the dream of - a wrinkly old man.
- What if the whole world was just some goof's dream? Man, that would be stupid! Whoa! Oh, wait a minute.
What is this? This couldn't be a Oh, grod! Permanent-opposing, industrial-strength magnetic bed.
Hand-hewn from a single tree.
Oh, man, look at this mattress! What is it? Smells like a blend of cashmere.
Mohair, silk, and wool maybe.
The thread count on this is in the thousands! And it's filled with Down feathers of a baby griffin! That's illegal! Glass of milk.
This feels like a trap designed by some kind of sick genius! Well Hats off to you, sir or madame.
Your trap was a success.
Oh, my blahs! It's like I'm getting eskimo kisses from an army of angels! Whoa, dang! I'm back! Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams.
Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams.
Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams.
Pickle rama! Pickle rama! Pickle rama! Pickle rama! - Finale! - Ommmmmmmm.
- Woof! What was that? - Quick! To bed! This has to be the last thing we think about! - Hyah! - Okay Dream! Whoa! The pickle jar! I'm coming, Jake! - Whoa! Where the heck am I? - Wait up, man! - How are you alive? - Jake?! I'm coming, man! Finn and I saw your old-man host body get destroyed by the Jake! Don't explode! - Finn, hold up.
- Prismo! - I saw you die, dude! - Yeah, I'm still dead.
I'm actually talking to you from the past.
I set up this plan "B" scenario in case I ever got croaked for reals.
So if this is happening, I guess I got croaked and my pickles ran out, but Jake and I established a bro bond that could bring me back through his dreams.
So are you actually talking to me right now, or are you pretending to in an empty room? I was pretending, but now I can see you.
What does "now" mean to you? Uh Hurry up! I need your help.
Where you going, bro? Wait up, man! How are you alive? - So, where are we going? - You got to wake up Jake, - and then You'll see.
- I'll see what, Prismo? Oh, shoot! I don't know if I thought this - thing all the way through.
- What? Aw, d It'll be cool.
It'll be cool.
Dude, I can't believe I died.
Jake, I'm sorry, man.
This doesn't feel right.
Okay, go wake Jake up and bring him back here.
Whoa, Finn! Hey! Are you gonna wake up Jake? Yeah, is that gonna kill you again, though? My past self is doing plan "B," right? Uh, yes.
Although, I got to say, this whole thing seems rickety as yoga balls.
- Yeah, tell me about it.
- You tell you about it! I think you would blow up if I did that.
Well, anyway, here we go! Hey, Jake, wake up.
- I'm out.
- Hey, Finn! - What's going on? - We got to bounce.
Oh, bro! Don't tear me away from Nirvana.
Wait! Nooooo! Ouf! - I'm okay now.
- Cool.
This way! Whoa! Oh, wait a minute.
- What is this? - Prismo! You're alive! Well, not yet.
Finn, in a second, you got to - stop yourself from waking up Jake.
- Stop my who? Shoot! Hide! Hey, did we get turned around somewhere? I feel like we're lost.
No, I was just stalling.
Don't think about it.
Come on! This way.
That who! But wait, Jake! That means one of your alternate-reality incarnations will sleep for eternity to keep me alive.
Cool, dude! Okay, but, Finn, I'm not sure what'll happen if you confront yourself.
He might explode.
- He me? Or other me? - You know what? Forget it.
Shut it, Prismo! Heroes risk everything for their friends, although, I admit you're more Jake's friend than mine.
Sometimes you can think someone is totally cool, but you never become besties.
And I don't know why that happens, but regardless, - let's do this! - Good luck! Whoa, Finn! Hey! Are you gonna wake up Jake? Yeah, is that gonna kill you again, though? My past self is doing plan "B," right? - Plan "B"! - What the This is me? This sword is me? - Finn sword, dude.
- Welcome back, Prismo! - Thank you, Finn.
- Welcome back, Prismo! Thank you, Jake.
With Jake the dog and Finn the human the fun will never end.
It's adventure time! Fallen ally, fallen ally, you're home now in the sky Fallen ally, fallen ally, single tear we cry! A truer friend there was none And Prismo was his name An artisan of pickling and now just one remains And now just one I can't do this, man! It just can't be over! Hey! We can put it back in the fridge if you want.
No, these picks were made by our friend to be mouth-loved.
We have to honor his memory with a final taste of his genius.
Get ready for the dream ritual.
Om! Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams! Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams! Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams! Pickle rama! Pickle rama! - Pickle rama! Pickle rama! - Finale! Ommmmmmmm! - Woof! What was that? - Quick! To bed! This has to be the last thing we think about! - Hyah! - Okay Dream! Whoo! Crazy dream, man.
Prismo was definitely in it.
But Jake? You up already? What the Hup! Ouf! I love you, everything burrito.
Jake, why are you pretending to dig up - everything burrito? - Huh? What? Hold on! I'm coming down.
- Wuagh! - Jake, you got to hear my dream.
Jake? Hey, man! You're shaking it all wrong.
- What the jump? - Shh! Let me show you how it's done.
Jake, are you sleepwalking? No, I'm showing this Wuaaghh! Waah! Wake Up! - Tunk.
I'm not dreaming.
- You made an oath.
Okay.
- Waa! - Nah, I'll just stretch into a tree.
Jake! I saw you explode.
Something messed up is haps, bro.
Please! Not even.
No, dude, you blew into chunks right over there.
Uh, because kee-oth was right there.
And there were traps.
And I didn't have no blood this whole time, so I'm totally out of it.
Jake, this already happened.
Come on, man! - Stop freaking me out.
- Wuagh! Aw, Jake dust! Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes Take some bacon, and I put it in a pancake Bacon pancakes, that's what it's gonna make - * Bacon panca-a-ke! * - Dude, what is the deal? Dude, what is the deal? Dude, I can't wait to get this batch of pickles to Jake.
He's totes gonna bust a pipe when he gets hit with the cumin and the undertones of sage that come in later.
Prismo, I'm right here! Where you going, bro? Wait up, man! How are you alive? Finn and I saw your old-man host body get destroyed by the - The lich?! - Wake up! Wait! I've changed my mind! Wait! Why is this happening? It's like a rerun of the worst junk.
The lich life-sucks Prismo's dream host, which eliminates Prismo forever.
Ugh! It's mad griz, bro.
And then the space police, or whatever they're called show up because boppin' Prismo was a cosmic crime.
I remember feeling like someone had peeled a layer away from my brain, and my reality was no longer anchored to any point of reference.
And I had to fight to keep from being crushed under the weight of an unforgiving new paradigm of ultimate reality.
- Ouf! - So cool, man! So why am I seeing this again? - Uh That's cool.
- Uh, that's cool.
But you know what's really cool? Tough-guy contests.
Whoo! Whoo! Tough boys! Come on, man! Tough-guy-contest me! Okay.
It seems like all of Jake's memories are re-manifesting themselves, but as soon as I break their history, it creates - a paradox and Jake explodes.
- Whoa, Finn! How'd you get over there?! Wuagh! Finn, when I die, my individual earth consciousness is gonna go all over everywhere while glob tallies my deeds.
- What? - I'm gonna be all around you.
In your nose and your dreams and socks.
- In your dreams? - Yeah, that's what I said.
In your dreams.
All this striz happened when Jake and I tried to preserve Prismo's pickles in our dreams.
Something must've changed when we went to sleep.
So, uh, I just got to hope that Jake tries to do the pickle ritual again, so I can reenact it with him.
Exactly the way it happened? Maybe? Geez! Fallen ally, fallen ally, you're home now in the sky Fallen ally, fallen ally, single tear we cry! I guess I'm headed towards that door.
Dude, I get out of relationships, because I don't want to have a discussion about what we're gonna have for dinner every night.
All these dudes and their lady problems.
That's right! Prismo is nothing but the dream of - a wrinkly old man.
- What if the whole world was just some goof's dream? Man, that would be stupid! Whoa! Oh, wait a minute.
What is this? This couldn't be a Oh, grod! Permanent-opposing, industrial-strength magnetic bed.
Hand-hewn from a single tree.
Oh, man, look at this mattress! What is it? Smells like a blend of cashmere.
Mohair, silk, and wool maybe.
The thread count on this is in the thousands! And it's filled with Down feathers of a baby griffin! That's illegal! Glass of milk.
This feels like a trap designed by some kind of sick genius! Well Hats off to you, sir or madame.
Your trap was a success.
Oh, my blahs! It's like I'm getting eskimo kisses from an army of angels! Whoa, dang! I'm back! Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams.
Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams.
Prismo, we love you, forever in our dreams.
Pickle rama! Pickle rama! Pickle rama! Pickle rama! - Finale! - Ommmmmmmm.
- Woof! What was that? - Quick! To bed! This has to be the last thing we think about! - Hyah! - Okay Dream! Whoa! The pickle jar! I'm coming, Jake! - Whoa! Where the heck am I? - Wait up, man! - How are you alive? - Jake?! I'm coming, man! Finn and I saw your old-man host body get destroyed by the Jake! Don't explode! - Finn, hold up.
- Prismo! - I saw you die, dude! - Yeah, I'm still dead.
I'm actually talking to you from the past.
I set up this plan "B" scenario in case I ever got croaked for reals.
So if this is happening, I guess I got croaked and my pickles ran out, but Jake and I established a bro bond that could bring me back through his dreams.
So are you actually talking to me right now, or are you pretending to in an empty room? I was pretending, but now I can see you.
What does "now" mean to you? Uh Hurry up! I need your help.
Where you going, bro? Wait up, man! How are you alive? - So, where are we going? - You got to wake up Jake, - and then You'll see.
- I'll see what, Prismo? Oh, shoot! I don't know if I thought this - thing all the way through.
- What? Aw, d It'll be cool.
It'll be cool.
Dude, I can't believe I died.
Jake, I'm sorry, man.
This doesn't feel right.
Okay, go wake Jake up and bring him back here.
Whoa, Finn! Hey! Are you gonna wake up Jake? Yeah, is that gonna kill you again, though? My past self is doing plan "B," right? Uh, yes.
Although, I got to say, this whole thing seems rickety as yoga balls.
- Yeah, tell me about it.
- You tell you about it! I think you would blow up if I did that.
Well, anyway, here we go! Hey, Jake, wake up.
- I'm out.
- Hey, Finn! - What's going on? - We got to bounce.
Oh, bro! Don't tear me away from Nirvana.
Wait! Nooooo! Ouf! - I'm okay now.
- Cool.
This way! Whoa! Oh, wait a minute.
- What is this? - Prismo! You're alive! Well, not yet.
Finn, in a second, you got to - stop yourself from waking up Jake.
- Stop my who? Shoot! Hide! Hey, did we get turned around somewhere? I feel like we're lost.
No, I was just stalling.
Don't think about it.
Come on! This way.
That who! But wait, Jake! That means one of your alternate-reality incarnations will sleep for eternity to keep me alive.
Cool, dude! Okay, but, Finn, I'm not sure what'll happen if you confront yourself.
He might explode.
- He me? Or other me? - You know what? Forget it.
Shut it, Prismo! Heroes risk everything for their friends, although, I admit you're more Jake's friend than mine.
Sometimes you can think someone is totally cool, but you never become besties.
And I don't know why that happens, but regardless, - let's do this! - Good luck! Whoa, Finn! Hey! Are you gonna wake up Jake? Yeah, is that gonna kill you again, though? My past self is doing plan "B," right? - Plan "B"! - What the This is me? This sword is me? - Finn sword, dude.
- Welcome back, Prismo! - Thank you, Finn.
- Welcome back, Prismo! Thank you, Jake.