Jake turned green. “Not Lint Wobble. I once sat on a couch that had Lint Wobble. My whole butt jiggled for a week.”

Princess Bubblegum ran up, her pink hair frizzed with alarm. “Finn! Jake! The Wobble—it’s back!”

“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 .”

That night, the Candy Kingdom held the First Annual Lint Parade. No pickles. Just one happy fuzzball riding a leaf float, wobbling with joy instead of destruction.

Jake morphed into a giant sock puppet. “I’m helping!”