Adventure Time with Finn & Jake s06e20 Episode Script
Jake the Brick
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 Hey, man.
Oh, hey, Finn! So you got my map? Ha, yeah.
So, how's your experiment going? Ah, it's going great.
I really feel like I fit in so to speak.
So are you ready to come home? Nah, I think I'm just gonna keep being a brick for a while.
Mmmmm what are you doing again? Finn, ever since I was little, I wanted to see what it's like to be a brick in a brick shack when the brick shack falls down.
And this shack is gonna fall down.
Just look at it.
Like sand castles in the sun, baby.
You're too young.
You wouldn't understand.
You're right.
I don't understand.
But I'm cool with your mystical journey or whatever.
I'm gonna leave this walkie-talkie so we can stay in touch, just in case.
What?! No, man, bricks don't stay in touch! Dude, Beemo is, like, really worried about you.
Aww you tell that little goofball I said hi.
I will.
Welp, I guess I should head back.
Oh really? So soon? Yeah, well, it took me like half the day to get here.
Besides, you're just a brick, right? Yeah.
All right, see ya, Jake! Bye! Okay, back to being a brick.
I'm so bored.
Pb-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-ht! Ooh, I'm starting to get a little tippy in my teacups.
A bunny! Looks like our long-eared friend is onto something.
Bunnies love to dig.
He's making a supreme effort, and I think I can guess why.
That's right a carrot growing out here free and wild.
Probably the result of a stray seed pooped out by a passing bird.
But what's this? A mysterious rustling in the bush.
Could mean trouble.
Mr.
Bunny seems to think so.
His sensitive whiskers quiver at the hint of imminent danger.
Unfortunately for Mr.
Bunny, this is what nature is all about.
It's a male deer.
Not a threat to Mr.
Bunny, in the predatory sense, but still above him in the food chain.
Mr.
Bunny, wishing to avoid an encounter, hops away to safety.
Wow.
Deers are jerks.
Hey, man, you know I can hear everything you say, right? What?! Ohh! No! I had no idea! Yeah, but you saw me leave the walkie-talkie.
And I left it on.
You know that, right? - Hi, Jake! - Hi, Beemo.
You need anything? A soda? No.
So, what's Mr.
Bunny doin' now? It's not about the bunny! The bunny is incidental to the brick experiment! - Oh.
Sorry, man.
- Forget about the bunny.
- Sorry, man.
- Sorry, Jake.
Look, we'll, uh we'll leave you alone.
Finn, are you still there? Finn? Beemo? Mr.
Bunny retreats to his warren, its homemade comforts some consolation to help pass the hungry night.
Twilight falls on the peaceful forest, a twilight unaware of the struggles it both soothes and conceals.
The crickets begin to stir, rehearsing their musical rhapsodies.
In the distance, flashes of heat lightning illuminate a purple summer sky.
Even angry deer, at last, must come to rest.
And so it is with our erstwhile antagonist, who has disappeared into a stand of trees, perhaps to dream of tomorrow's pointless battles.
Oh, my glob! It's a crazy storm! This might be it! This weather might knock the whole thing down! If a definition of bravery exists, this must be it a lone bunny, facing off against the elements ineffectually pushing around some twigs with his pink bunny nose a symbolic gesture, perhaps, but sometimes that's all we have.
The wind is beginning to pick up, and it's becoming clear that mother nature has not just knocked on the door.
She has come in, sat down, and poured herself a drink.
Mr.
Bunny has no friends, no family, no loved ones of any kind.
The wind is really picking up now small puddles gathering around the entrance to Mr.
Bunny's cozy home beginning to grow in size and connect with one another.
It won't be long now.
But what's this? Looks like this unflagging little hero of a bunny will have some help, though.
A family of friendly beavers appears to have taken up the cause.
Often called "nature's architects," these intrepid mammals are sparing no effort to shore up the endangered burrow.
Here's an unusual sight.
It's a sea lard! You'd expect to see a few mudscamps out in weather like this, but here we have a rare treat, indeed.
This little beauty is pretty far outside of her natural habitat.
But I've heard it said by wise old salts schooled in ancient maritime lore that a storm will sometimes blow them off course to a remarkable degree.
Looks like we've got some pretty good evidence tonight.
Yes, sir, sometimes those old sailors know what they're talking about.
It's the triumph of experience versus the secondhand verities of musty academic tomes.
This feisty sea lard is pitching right in to save the rabbit hole, belying its slothful reputation.
She uses her prodigious, swiveling behind to increase the size of the hole while the beavers continue to reinforce the sides with straw and stick.
At times like these, the supposed cruelty and indifference of the natural world all too often its most salient feature pale before the nobler instincts of even our most humble kin.
In the morning light, few signs remain of the summer storm that battered this idyllic glen.
The beavers are finished with their work and are heading home.
The sea lard looks like she's gonna wander the woods for a while.
Maybe she'll find her way back to the ocean and write a novel about her experiences.
Mr.
Bunny is exhausted, but can rest easy knowing that his home is secure.
But, alas, the bunny's rest is short-lived.
The deer is back.
The deer, perhaps confused by the antlerlike appearance of Mr.
Bunny's protective dam, is now testing the situation.
Mr.
Bunny is unsure of where this is going.
And with a single smash from the deer's powerful front hooves, the bunny's home is under attack! Mr.
Bunny has hopped to safety and can only watch as the deer continues its relentless rampage on the only home he knows.
A couple of more mighty smashes, and the dam The dam has been breached! Water is now flooding in! The deer continues its attack! This deer's misplaced rage, combined with its size and weight, is more than enough to bring down the weakened walls, which are now starting to give, aided by the unforgiving weight from the tree above.
Even Mr.
Deer, in his blind fury, seems to sense what's about to happen, as he steps to one side.
It's over.
The warren has been destroyed an injustice of astronomical levels.
Words fail me.
Actually, he doesn't seem that upset.
He's on his feet, checking out his new surroundings.
Even the deer is impressed.
As if confused by the events, he performs a comical double-take and retreats into the forest.
Ladies and gentlemen, this bunny is indomitable! Yay! This bunny has the right attitude.
Who cares about being a brick in a wall of a falling-down shack? There's something bigger than that, and the bunny has answers! Teach me, Mr.
B! Uh! Aww Jake? Jake? You there, buddy? Over.
- Hey, Finn.
Hey, man.
You ready to come home? That sounds good.
Awesome.
See you soon.
Yessss! Come along with me And the butterflies and bees We can wander through the forest And do so as we please Come along with me To a cliff under a tree This party is so crazy!
Oh, hey, Finn! So you got my map? Ha, yeah.
So, how's your experiment going? Ah, it's going great.
I really feel like I fit in so to speak.
So are you ready to come home? Nah, I think I'm just gonna keep being a brick for a while.
Mmmmm what are you doing again? Finn, ever since I was little, I wanted to see what it's like to be a brick in a brick shack when the brick shack falls down.
And this shack is gonna fall down.
Just look at it.
Like sand castles in the sun, baby.
You're too young.
You wouldn't understand.
You're right.
I don't understand.
But I'm cool with your mystical journey or whatever.
I'm gonna leave this walkie-talkie so we can stay in touch, just in case.
What?! No, man, bricks don't stay in touch! Dude, Beemo is, like, really worried about you.
Aww you tell that little goofball I said hi.
I will.
Welp, I guess I should head back.
Oh really? So soon? Yeah, well, it took me like half the day to get here.
Besides, you're just a brick, right? Yeah.
All right, see ya, Jake! Bye! Okay, back to being a brick.
I'm so bored.
Pb-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-ht! Ooh, I'm starting to get a little tippy in my teacups.
A bunny! Looks like our long-eared friend is onto something.
Bunnies love to dig.
He's making a supreme effort, and I think I can guess why.
That's right a carrot growing out here free and wild.
Probably the result of a stray seed pooped out by a passing bird.
But what's this? A mysterious rustling in the bush.
Could mean trouble.
Mr.
Bunny seems to think so.
His sensitive whiskers quiver at the hint of imminent danger.
Unfortunately for Mr.
Bunny, this is what nature is all about.
It's a male deer.
Not a threat to Mr.
Bunny, in the predatory sense, but still above him in the food chain.
Mr.
Bunny, wishing to avoid an encounter, hops away to safety.
Wow.
Deers are jerks.
Hey, man, you know I can hear everything you say, right? What?! Ohh! No! I had no idea! Yeah, but you saw me leave the walkie-talkie.
And I left it on.
You know that, right? - Hi, Jake! - Hi, Beemo.
You need anything? A soda? No.
So, what's Mr.
Bunny doin' now? It's not about the bunny! The bunny is incidental to the brick experiment! - Oh.
Sorry, man.
- Forget about the bunny.
- Sorry, man.
- Sorry, Jake.
Look, we'll, uh we'll leave you alone.
Finn, are you still there? Finn? Beemo? Mr.
Bunny retreats to his warren, its homemade comforts some consolation to help pass the hungry night.
Twilight falls on the peaceful forest, a twilight unaware of the struggles it both soothes and conceals.
The crickets begin to stir, rehearsing their musical rhapsodies.
In the distance, flashes of heat lightning illuminate a purple summer sky.
Even angry deer, at last, must come to rest.
And so it is with our erstwhile antagonist, who has disappeared into a stand of trees, perhaps to dream of tomorrow's pointless battles.
Oh, my glob! It's a crazy storm! This might be it! This weather might knock the whole thing down! If a definition of bravery exists, this must be it a lone bunny, facing off against the elements ineffectually pushing around some twigs with his pink bunny nose a symbolic gesture, perhaps, but sometimes that's all we have.
The wind is beginning to pick up, and it's becoming clear that mother nature has not just knocked on the door.
She has come in, sat down, and poured herself a drink.
Mr.
Bunny has no friends, no family, no loved ones of any kind.
The wind is really picking up now small puddles gathering around the entrance to Mr.
Bunny's cozy home beginning to grow in size and connect with one another.
It won't be long now.
But what's this? Looks like this unflagging little hero of a bunny will have some help, though.
A family of friendly beavers appears to have taken up the cause.
Often called "nature's architects," these intrepid mammals are sparing no effort to shore up the endangered burrow.
Here's an unusual sight.
It's a sea lard! You'd expect to see a few mudscamps out in weather like this, but here we have a rare treat, indeed.
This little beauty is pretty far outside of her natural habitat.
But I've heard it said by wise old salts schooled in ancient maritime lore that a storm will sometimes blow them off course to a remarkable degree.
Looks like we've got some pretty good evidence tonight.
Yes, sir, sometimes those old sailors know what they're talking about.
It's the triumph of experience versus the secondhand verities of musty academic tomes.
This feisty sea lard is pitching right in to save the rabbit hole, belying its slothful reputation.
She uses her prodigious, swiveling behind to increase the size of the hole while the beavers continue to reinforce the sides with straw and stick.
At times like these, the supposed cruelty and indifference of the natural world all too often its most salient feature pale before the nobler instincts of even our most humble kin.
In the morning light, few signs remain of the summer storm that battered this idyllic glen.
The beavers are finished with their work and are heading home.
The sea lard looks like she's gonna wander the woods for a while.
Maybe she'll find her way back to the ocean and write a novel about her experiences.
Mr.
Bunny is exhausted, but can rest easy knowing that his home is secure.
But, alas, the bunny's rest is short-lived.
The deer is back.
The deer, perhaps confused by the antlerlike appearance of Mr.
Bunny's protective dam, is now testing the situation.
Mr.
Bunny is unsure of where this is going.
And with a single smash from the deer's powerful front hooves, the bunny's home is under attack! Mr.
Bunny has hopped to safety and can only watch as the deer continues its relentless rampage on the only home he knows.
A couple of more mighty smashes, and the dam The dam has been breached! Water is now flooding in! The deer continues its attack! This deer's misplaced rage, combined with its size and weight, is more than enough to bring down the weakened walls, which are now starting to give, aided by the unforgiving weight from the tree above.
Even Mr.
Deer, in his blind fury, seems to sense what's about to happen, as he steps to one side.
It's over.
The warren has been destroyed an injustice of astronomical levels.
Words fail me.
Actually, he doesn't seem that upset.
He's on his feet, checking out his new surroundings.
Even the deer is impressed.
As if confused by the events, he performs a comical double-take and retreats into the forest.
Ladies and gentlemen, this bunny is indomitable! Yay! This bunny has the right attitude.
Who cares about being a brick in a wall of a falling-down shack? There's something bigger than that, and the bunny has answers! Teach me, Mr.
B! Uh! Aww Jake? Jake? You there, buddy? Over.
- Hey, Finn.
Hey, man.
You ready to come home? That sounds good.
Awesome.
See you soon.
Yessss! Come along with me And the butterflies and bees We can wander through the forest And do so as we please Come along with me To a cliff under a tree This party is so crazy!