Between “The Enchiridion!” and “The Jiggler” The Candy Kingdom was having a pickle parade. Not because anyone liked pickles, but because Princess Bubblegum had invented a new breed of self-marching gherkins. Finn and Jake watched from a balcony as tiny pickles in tiny boots stomped past playing kazoos made of straws.
“I mean,” she adjusted her goggles, “lint isn’t evil. It’s just unwanted. Maybe he doesn’t want to wobble. Maybe he wants to be wanted .”
Finn looked at Lintimus, whose single button-eye trembled.
Jake morphed into a giant sock puppet. “I’m helping!”
“I just wanted a home,” the fuzzball whispered.