Adventure Time with Finn & Jake s07e19 Episode Script
Blank Eyed Girl
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 Welcome back to "Graveyard Shift.
" I'm your host Starchy.
You know what today is, everybody? It's our fifth-anniversary show.
So many things have happened in that time.
I switched from drinking rainwater to eating distilled ice chips.
I took up rock climbing.
My wife left me.
And all-new conspiracies.
I firmly believe that all chocolate has been secretly replaced by mud.
And why is the burrito man giving away free burritos? He's an amateur mad scientist trying to genetically change us into tortillas.
Dude, come on.
When was the last time you sharpened your pencils? Never.
They're pens painted to look like pencils.
Conspiracy! Okay, the board is lighting up.
We're going to a caller.
You are on the air, caller.
I'm a Banana Guard.
That's a good job to have.
Yeah, it's pretty good.
Why do they have it tuned to this every time we're here? I call baloney! Shh! I'm trying to listen to the frightened caller.
So, I think I might have seen something not from this world.
Go ahead, caller.
It happened last Sunday.
I was doing my laundry at the mat, when I saw a reflection of a girl with eerie blank eyes! I turned around, but nobody was there.
It was scary.
Yeah, weird girls with soulless blank eyes They've been spotted around multiple kingdoms across the centuries.
Nobody knows what they are.
But I have a few theories.
They're ghosts, and the last thing they looked at in life was so horrific, it made their eyes turn blank.
Pbbbbbht! Baloney! The pizza.
Pbbbbbbbbbbbbht! Take the rest to go.
My second theory Okay, all boxed up and ready to go.
By other Blank-Eyed Girls touching their eyeballs.
Blblblblbl! Spooky! Ooh, look at me! I'm listening to a dumb nonsense radio show! How can you be so dismissive after some of the stuff we've seen? You got to draw the line somewhere.
Starchy's my line.
They're walking fish that just happen to look like little girls.
Baloney! Don't touch my radio! It's dark.
You're sure that Blank-Eyed Girls are made up, right? Yeah, man, it's all baloney.
Jake? Jake? Blank-Eyed Girl? - Boo! - Aaaaaah! Boo! - Is this creeping you out? - Is this creeping you out? - Can I hold your hand? - Can I hold your hand? - Yes.
- Yes.
Aaah! That was stupid.
Yeah stupid.
Are you messing with me? Unh-unh.
You're messing with me.
Must be someone else.
Yeah, like Ice King, maybe.
Aaah! Aaah! Who was that? Maybe it was nobody.
Courage, courage.
What's wrong with me? That could be a normal little girl who needs help.
No! - Aaah! - Aaah! There! Blank-Eyed Girl! She's too creepy, man! I know! I know! But I got an idea.
Welcome, next caller.
Hello, Starchy? Am I on? Yeah, you're on.
Longtime listener, first-time caller.
We got the wonderful Finn the human on the phone.
Go ahead, Finn.
Starchy, I'm in a Blank-Eyed Girl situation right now.
What should I do? I'm going upstairs to get a better look.
All right, stay calm.
You called the right guy.
The question is, why did she choose you? Are these visits random events? Jake.
Aaah! Finn, have you invited the Blank-Eyed Girl inside? No.
Why? Because I believe the girls have to follow vampire rules.
As long as you don't invite her in, you should be fine.
Okay.
Let me write this down.
Oop.
Starchy? She invited herself in.
Run.
Starchy, she's staring right at us! I got it Fairy rules.
Try offering her some cream in saucer.
That should appease the Blank-Eyed Girl's hunger and send her away.
Gotcha.
- Jake, go get the cream.
- What?! No! You go! This is your deal! Just go! Okay! Geez! Thank you.
Okay cream.
Euggggghh.
Aaah! - Ewww! - Starchy? Didn't work? Must be a haint, then.
Try playing the clarinet.
Haints hate the clarinet.
I think it's working! Keep playing! Jake, stop! Starchy, I think they like the clarinet music! Also, there's six of them now! Jeepers! Really? O-okay.
Now I definitely know what you're dealing with An undead.
The undead fear the gaze of the common yard chicken.
Our chicken ran away, though.
Are you sure we need the feathers? My chicken's pretty spot-on.
We don't want to take any chances, you know? Hey! All this advice is just made-up baloney! Starchy, all your advice is made-up baloney! Aww.
Well, what are we supposed to do? Just live with this? No more relying on hearsay.
We're gonna take it to the source.
Secondary source.
Girl stuff, boy stuff, ear stuff, butt stuff.
Hey! Creepy stuff! Got it.
Shh.
Library's closed.
Turtle Princess! Did you dye your hair? Yeah, I did.
Do you like it? Yeah hotness.
Say, do you know anything about creepy Blank-Eyed Girls? No, but I can find out.
"Creepy Blank-Eyed Girls.
" Says here they're an urban legend that first appeared five years ago.
- They're supposedly - Wait five years ago? That's that's just like Starchy's radio show.
Maybe they're tulpas! What the blob is a tulpa? Physical manifestations of concentrated collective thought.
They're entities who depend on the energy of people believing in them in order to exist People like Starchy's listeners.
Okay.
And where did you learn all this blobbity-bob? Starchy's radio show.
I think I know what we need to do.
Thanks Turtle P.
Any time, Finny.
Why don't we call, like, child services? Or an exterminator? This is gonna work.
Just trust me, a'ight? Do as I do.
Boy, I just love walking through our delightfully not-creepy doorway.
Don't you, Jake? Aaaaaaaah! Walking through the not-creepy air to my not-creepy couch, sitting on my not-creepy butt.
Your butt is kinda creepy.
I say "creepy" is just another label we use to distance ourselves from stuff we don't understand Or that reminds us of something in ourselves That we're not comfortable with.
I mean, it just ain't an actual thing, you know? Unless you choose to believe it.
Right, Jake? It's baloney! It's baloney! It's Starchy's baloney! I just got to think of something wholesome.
Aaah! Aaaah! Nooooo!! Pizza's creepy now! You win, all right?! You're mad-creepy! Do what you will, you globless Blank-Eyed Girls! What? What the butt fuzz?! Contact lenses?! Ha! Baloney.
Nothing but some kids playing a dumb prank! Man.
This whole time, they were just regular girls.
Where are your parents? You guys are going to jail! You hear? So, y'all are bald.
Good job.
I'm still calling the cops.
What the junk was that? I think it was Beautiful.
" I'm your host Starchy.
You know what today is, everybody? It's our fifth-anniversary show.
So many things have happened in that time.
I switched from drinking rainwater to eating distilled ice chips.
I took up rock climbing.
My wife left me.
And all-new conspiracies.
I firmly believe that all chocolate has been secretly replaced by mud.
And why is the burrito man giving away free burritos? He's an amateur mad scientist trying to genetically change us into tortillas.
Dude, come on.
When was the last time you sharpened your pencils? Never.
They're pens painted to look like pencils.
Conspiracy! Okay, the board is lighting up.
We're going to a caller.
You are on the air, caller.
I'm a Banana Guard.
That's a good job to have.
Yeah, it's pretty good.
Why do they have it tuned to this every time we're here? I call baloney! Shh! I'm trying to listen to the frightened caller.
So, I think I might have seen something not from this world.
Go ahead, caller.
It happened last Sunday.
I was doing my laundry at the mat, when I saw a reflection of a girl with eerie blank eyes! I turned around, but nobody was there.
It was scary.
Yeah, weird girls with soulless blank eyes They've been spotted around multiple kingdoms across the centuries.
Nobody knows what they are.
But I have a few theories.
They're ghosts, and the last thing they looked at in life was so horrific, it made their eyes turn blank.
Pbbbbbht! Baloney! The pizza.
Pbbbbbbbbbbbbht! Take the rest to go.
My second theory Okay, all boxed up and ready to go.
By other Blank-Eyed Girls touching their eyeballs.
Blblblblbl! Spooky! Ooh, look at me! I'm listening to a dumb nonsense radio show! How can you be so dismissive after some of the stuff we've seen? You got to draw the line somewhere.
Starchy's my line.
They're walking fish that just happen to look like little girls.
Baloney! Don't touch my radio! It's dark.
You're sure that Blank-Eyed Girls are made up, right? Yeah, man, it's all baloney.
Jake? Jake? Blank-Eyed Girl? - Boo! - Aaaaaah! Boo! - Is this creeping you out? - Is this creeping you out? - Can I hold your hand? - Can I hold your hand? - Yes.
- Yes.
Aaah! That was stupid.
Yeah stupid.
Are you messing with me? Unh-unh.
You're messing with me.
Must be someone else.
Yeah, like Ice King, maybe.
Aaah! Aaah! Who was that? Maybe it was nobody.
Courage, courage.
What's wrong with me? That could be a normal little girl who needs help.
No! - Aaah! - Aaah! There! Blank-Eyed Girl! She's too creepy, man! I know! I know! But I got an idea.
Welcome, next caller.
Hello, Starchy? Am I on? Yeah, you're on.
Longtime listener, first-time caller.
We got the wonderful Finn the human on the phone.
Go ahead, Finn.
Starchy, I'm in a Blank-Eyed Girl situation right now.
What should I do? I'm going upstairs to get a better look.
All right, stay calm.
You called the right guy.
The question is, why did she choose you? Are these visits random events? Jake.
Aaah! Finn, have you invited the Blank-Eyed Girl inside? No.
Why? Because I believe the girls have to follow vampire rules.
As long as you don't invite her in, you should be fine.
Okay.
Let me write this down.
Oop.
Starchy? She invited herself in.
Run.
Starchy, she's staring right at us! I got it Fairy rules.
Try offering her some cream in saucer.
That should appease the Blank-Eyed Girl's hunger and send her away.
Gotcha.
- Jake, go get the cream.
- What?! No! You go! This is your deal! Just go! Okay! Geez! Thank you.
Okay cream.
Euggggghh.
Aaah! - Ewww! - Starchy? Didn't work? Must be a haint, then.
Try playing the clarinet.
Haints hate the clarinet.
I think it's working! Keep playing! Jake, stop! Starchy, I think they like the clarinet music! Also, there's six of them now! Jeepers! Really? O-okay.
Now I definitely know what you're dealing with An undead.
The undead fear the gaze of the common yard chicken.
Our chicken ran away, though.
Are you sure we need the feathers? My chicken's pretty spot-on.
We don't want to take any chances, you know? Hey! All this advice is just made-up baloney! Starchy, all your advice is made-up baloney! Aww.
Well, what are we supposed to do? Just live with this? No more relying on hearsay.
We're gonna take it to the source.
Secondary source.
Girl stuff, boy stuff, ear stuff, butt stuff.
Hey! Creepy stuff! Got it.
Shh.
Library's closed.
Turtle Princess! Did you dye your hair? Yeah, I did.
Do you like it? Yeah hotness.
Say, do you know anything about creepy Blank-Eyed Girls? No, but I can find out.
"Creepy Blank-Eyed Girls.
" Says here they're an urban legend that first appeared five years ago.
- They're supposedly - Wait five years ago? That's that's just like Starchy's radio show.
Maybe they're tulpas! What the blob is a tulpa? Physical manifestations of concentrated collective thought.
They're entities who depend on the energy of people believing in them in order to exist People like Starchy's listeners.
Okay.
And where did you learn all this blobbity-bob? Starchy's radio show.
I think I know what we need to do.
Thanks Turtle P.
Any time, Finny.
Why don't we call, like, child services? Or an exterminator? This is gonna work.
Just trust me, a'ight? Do as I do.
Boy, I just love walking through our delightfully not-creepy doorway.
Don't you, Jake? Aaaaaaaah! Walking through the not-creepy air to my not-creepy couch, sitting on my not-creepy butt.
Your butt is kinda creepy.
I say "creepy" is just another label we use to distance ourselves from stuff we don't understand Or that reminds us of something in ourselves That we're not comfortable with.
I mean, it just ain't an actual thing, you know? Unless you choose to believe it.
Right, Jake? It's baloney! It's baloney! It's Starchy's baloney! I just got to think of something wholesome.
Aaah! Aaaah! Nooooo!! Pizza's creepy now! You win, all right?! You're mad-creepy! Do what you will, you globless Blank-Eyed Girls! What? What the butt fuzz?! Contact lenses?! Ha! Baloney.
Nothing but some kids playing a dumb prank! Man.
This whole time, they were just regular girls.
Where are your parents? You guys are going to jail! You hear? So, y'all are bald.
Good job.
I'm still calling the cops.
What the junk was that? I think it was Beautiful.