Yo, yo, my friendos. ^_^

So, I've decided to start the action here. And I'm also listening to 'Oh, Fionna' but a cover by some You Tube chick named idorotheo. I'd listen to it if you had time, but whatever, and i definitley plan on using the song somewhere along the line to boost the drama.

LSP: Ohma gawd you guys! DRAMA BOMB!

Chapter Thrice!

Marshall grins at his refelction, genuinely pleased with the way he looked for the first time in over a thousand years.

His old suit is still a bit dusty and even a little tight (who knew vampires could apparently grow?) but it fits him well: a plain black thing with a white undershit (it used to be red) and a black tie. He laces his Chuck Taylors around his feet and sets off into the dusk. He watches the stars begin to break through the sunlight triumphantly as he flies over the grassy landscapes that seperates his chilling cave from the Candy Kingdom.

Fionna tucked her long, unruly hair into her bunny hat, leaving that famous little strand hanging out, morhping into the adventuress's that the world knew her to be...only this time in a dress.

"Ugh, are we almost there?" Fionna groans as Cake piggybacks her through the unaturally tamed fields.

"Girl, quit your whinning. We're almost there...what's up your butt?" Cake asks.

"Nothing..." Fionna says slowly, staring up at the inky sky. In all honesty, she's stressing over whether or not the party will be a success, whether or not she should've trusted Marshall Lee to set it up, and whether or not Prince Gumball will enjoy it.

Her heart skips a beat at the mention of her Prince friend.

"Oh my..." Cake begins, halting.

Fionna rolls onto her stomach, looking over the top of Cake's fluffy and bow-infested head, as the magnificent sight sprawls out infront of her. "Woah," is all Fionna can muster.

She and Cake (now average size) walk up to the front steps of the train station, where a dozen other familiar faces stand idle, chattering about the anticipation of the party.

"Hey LSP," Fionna says.

"Oh, hey, Fionna," the Lumpy Space Prince says, scratching his upper lip hair. "What the glob is this party for. I, like, heard it was yours."

"Yeah," Fionna laughs, a bit nervoulsy. "I thought it would be, you know...fun."

"Mm," LSP nods. "Toats."

At that moment, a sudden fanfare breaks the silent acoustics of the field. The orange doors of the train slide open, revealing a brilliantly elegant Marshall Lee, standing with an especially cocky grin on his face.

"Ladies and gents," he says, scanning the guest's congregation, as they fall as silent as a field after battle. "Welcome, to the Magical Mystery Tour de..." he guestures into the crowd, "...Fionna."

A murmur shoots through the crowd as he steps aside, letting the impressed attendees inside the glowing train.

As they file in, Fionna feels a light grasp on her forearm.

"Hey, Fi," Marshall says smoothly.

"Marshall, this is awesome!" Fionna says, looking inside, to find the otherwise average train has been converted into a brilliant entertainment center, with half of the train car a dance floor and the other half covered in cushy booths with balloons tied to, well, everything.

He lets out a light laugh, sliding his arm down so that he has a soft hold on her palm, which is sweating profusely, before giving it a little squeeze. He lets go, walking past her, but pausing, leaning in closely. "No problem, blondie," he whispers, making her gulp loudly.

She follows him inside the train, taking a seat in a cushy corner booth beside a delicious-looking Prince Gumball.

"Hello-o-o Fionna," he chimes.

"You...you came?" she asks, the blush creeping onto her face.

"Of course I did! You think I'd miss this party?" Gumball replies. He digs his hand into his pocket, pulling something in delicate wrappings out. "Here." He places the perfectly wrapped gift on the table.

"Huh? What is it?" Fionna questions, shaking it and listening to the sound. He places a spare hand on her wrist, shaking his head.

"You have to open it," he says.

She lowers the gift away from her ear, delicatley peeling the paper back. She holds the glorious gift in her palms: it was a simple, glowing tiara adorned with a cobalt gem in the center and three tiny pearls. Gumball plcked it out of her hands, placing it on top of her bunny hat, right between the ears.

"I made it myself. With science!" he exclaims. Then in a hushed tone, he adds, "I thought the gems matched your eyes."

Fionna laughs nervously, her face flushing with red. Nerdo! she yells internally. Thank him!

"Thanks dude," she says. "It's so...beautiful." She never really used the word but when she did, she truly meant it.

He laughs lighty. "Will excuse me? I have something I need to attend to," he says, getting up.

She nods, letting him pass by. In her solitude, she sighs, a petite smile taking to her face. She leans back, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling of the crown resting on her head. He's not my boyfriend, Fionna thinks, but its a start.

Fionna opens her eyes, coming face to face with a hideous beast.

"Boo," it mutters. She gasps as the laughing being flips upside down, hovering above the table.

"Marshall Lee," she growls, her face growing hot.

He peels the twisted mask off of his face, holding it close to his chest as he howls with laughter.

"That's a lovely shade of red you're sporting this evening," he says, feigning being urbane. "It making me quite ravished."

Her hands fly to hold her cheeks. "Shut up, Marshall."

Marshall Lee floats upwards, signing to Starcha to begin the train. The doors shut with a hiss and they feel the train lurch foward, the party jumping into full mode. He holds out a hand to Fionna.

"Want to dance?"

She laughs. "I suck at dancing, dude."

He shrugs, grabbing her extended hand and dragging her onto the dance floor, to join the others in their merrymaking.

"Oh geez Marshall, no more," Fionna pants, wiping her forehead.

He laughs. "Come on blondie, I'm just getting started," states Marshall, who's shed his jacket to keep cool while dancing. She grins, plopping onto the booth's marshmallow-y seats. A few stragglers have been left to dance: LSP can't help "Shaking his lumps" as he put it and Mrs. Cupcake flaunts her moves along with the Ghost Prince.

"Nah," she says shaking her head. "You go ahead without me."

He sits on the ground, rubbing his feet, which have also shed their outer coating of shoes.

"Hey," Fionna starts, bending over. "Have you seen Gumball? He disappeared over an hour ago."

"Nope. I haven't seen Barnaby all night. I've been too busy dancin', son," he replies happily. She stares at him curiously before he playfully punches her leg.

"MOSH PIT!" a stray candy civilian shouts. Suddenly, the regular colorful lights disappear and are replaced by BMO's new strobe light system, while techno is blasted through Fionna's recording machine, which has been hooked to a dozen speakers. He laughs, darting into the pit as the others join. She stands up, contemplating venturing into the mosh pit, until she sees a particularly vexed face as the body it belongs to falls flat on the floor. She recognizes the face as the one of Lollipop Boy.

As Fionna steps foward to aid the glasses boy only to find that as the flashes of the strobes beat rythmically, a hand juts out of nowhere, stabbing the boy in the back. Fionna gasps, yelling desperatley, though its drowned out by the thick beats of the music. She leaps foward but its too late.

The hand is gone.

BUM BUM BUMMM!

Whodunit? You'll soon find out. If you have any random shot in the dark, let me know via reviews!

PS: Review monster is getting uber hungry. Seriously. ^_^

Peace out, Girl Scout!