Finn sits on the grassy field next to his tree house, playing the flute as his shirt flows in the wind. He was waiting for the call of adventure, but today was simply ordinary, no princesses to save or anything. He supposes this should be a good thing, but he's bored outta his mind.

"Aw, nuts," He mumbles to himself, squinting up at the sun above him. "Oh my glob, I can't stand this torture anymore. I'm bored. Bored. Brain-dead!"