Insane: I can't believe you uploaded another teaser without telling me! -.-

Perverted: Hehehe...

Seven hours.

Seven hours in the musty old Jeep, with Mabel driving somewhat illegally and Dipper just trying to relax in the shotgun seat while being hit by multiple stickers and a Royal Pine car freshener. By the time the twins reached the camp, the poor boy seriously needed to relieve his bladder.

Mabel hopped out of her Jeep cheerfully, skipping over to the area where several kids were being assigned to cabins. She looked back with slight concern as Dipper did an awkward sprint towards the bathrooms, nearly tripping over his own feet when he tried to open the door. She held back a giggle at her desperate brother, before turning to the counselor. "Um… Cabin 3 and Cabin 4," the exhausted teen muttered, holding out a sheet of paper to the happy girl. Mabel took it and walked over to the bathroom entrance.

"Dipper, you got a roommate!" she yelled, knocking with almost furious happiness. She heard her brother flush and leave the bathrooms, looking incredibly tired (Pervy why didn't he wash his hands!? 030). She embraced him happily before shoving the paper in his face. "Here!"

"Uh… yeah," Dipper replied quietly. "I'll… walk you to your cabin." He walked back to the Jeep and got his trunk, Mabel in tow. The two walked to Cabin 3 with their belongings before dropping them off by the door. A message came over the loudspeaker saying that dinner was in thirty minutes, and the new campers should unpack in the mean time.

Mabel ran up the stairs with her trunk making an uncomfortable bouncing noise. Dipper marveled at her speed and stamina against the concrete steps, and remained staring at her, awestruck, until she gave him a weird look. "Come on, broseph! Your turn!"

Dipper snapped out of his staring immediately and followed her up the steps. He could hear his sister giggling when he reached the final stair, panting and looking into the cabin. She opened the screen door and parked her trunk near the bunk beds in the corner. "I call top!" She yelled, despite not having a roommate in her cabin.

Dipper gave her a weak grin. His energetic sister flew up the ladder and stared down at him with a huge smile. "Hey, Dip, can you open my trunk?" she asked.

The 16 year old looked at her suspiciously. "You didn't put any booby traps in there or anything, did you?" he asked warily.

Mabel laughed. "No, bro, I swear. Just open it!"

Despite the warning bells going off in his head, Dipper slowly made his way over to his sister's trunk. He could feel the latch on it straining and braced himself for hell. When he popped the latch, he was engulfed with a multicolored wave of fabric.

"Sweaters!" he heard his sister cry from the top bunk. He pulled her shooting star sweater off his face and looked at Mabel's gleeful expression. She took a step back, before leaping off her perch and landing in the pile of colorful knitting. He heard a happy shriek as she hit her pile of homemade sweaters, burrowing into her handiwork with elation.

Dipper smiled at his sister, tangled up in the fabric and squawking gleefully. "I gotta go to my cabin, now, Mabes," he said to her regretfully. "My roommates wondering where I am and all…"

"Oh, sure! I'll see you at dinner, Dip!" Mabel replied cheerfully. She slid out of her trunk and started unpacking her many possessions. Before he left, Dipper marveled at how much stuff she had fit in there. It was a wonder she had gotten up the stairs so fast.

He hopped down the steps outside her cabin and started pulling his trunk in the direction of Cabin 4, positioned next door from his sister's current quarters. He could already hear the rambunctious chatter and banter between his roommates. The young detective couldn't help but sigh. With such rough and boisterous people to be sharing his home for the next two weeks with, he feared for his delicate personality.

He tried to haul his heavy trunk up the stairs. It seemed his muscles hadn't improved at all during what puberty he had experienced so far, and his "noodle arms" remained from four years ago. Dipper was panting and straining against the handle of his trunk until he heard the screen door open behind him.

"Oi, you must be Dipper!" A tall boy was staring down at him curiously. Dipper felt himself immediately get shaky. He had never been the social butterfly that his sister was, and being in the presence of other people tended to make him jumpy and nervous.

"That's my name," Dipper responded weakly. He gave his trunk a pull before wheezing loudly. "Um… can you help me with this please?"

"Sure thing, buddy," the tall boy approved. He walked down the two steps to where Dipper was standing and took the trunk's handle roughly. With a quick pull, the trunk was left right outside the door and the boy was grinning down at the young detective. "Welcome to Cabin 4!"

Dipper pulled his trunk inside the cabin. Several boys could be seen roughhousing, shoving and leaping after each other on the bunk beds. There was an empty one next to the door, on the bottom bunk. One of his other roommates jabbed a finger towards the cot, and Dipper scurried over to it and set up his trunk at the foot.

The young detective looked through his belongings frantically. There was one possession he had brought with him that he was extremely protective of, and would it bring his hilarious wrath if anything were to happen to it. Dipper let out a relieved sigh as he pulled out a ragged old journal, hugging the book to his chest.

"What's up with the diary, dorko?" a hefty boy called from across the room, staring at the book clasped in Dipper's hands. Dipper blushed and hid it behind his back.

"Nothing!" he squeaked. He had to keep it a secret. He may be the smartest in the cabin, but if anybody else got their hands on it, or at least got suspicious, he would probably be doomed to say the least. If letting everyone else think he had a diary would keep his journal a secret, then so be it.

The hefty boy laughed at him before getting nailed in the back of the head with a pillow. He yelled at the tall boy, who had thrown it, and got into a playful brawl with him while Dipper covered his eyes.

Soon, the loudspeaker announced dinner was ready. Dipper had to leap out of the way as a stampede of boys ran through the door towards the mess hall. The younger boy was left trailing in the dust. He looked at the daunting hill the other boys had run up with no trouble, and slowly closed his eyes.

"What up, bro?" he heard someone cheerfully ask behind him. He opened his eyes and looked at Mabel, who was smiling broadly up at her brother. "You ever wonder why they call it a mess hall? I always thought it was because there was a mess up there, but then somebody else said it was where we were supposed to make a mess. I haven't really decided yet. What do you think?"

"I have no clue," Dipper replied truthfully. He started walking up the path, Mabel following him and talking about the etymology of "mess". By the time the two reached the doors to the eating quarters, everybody else was already digging into their plates of food.

"Crud," the young detective moaned. Every table was taken except the one in the complete center of the room, underneath a large canoe hanging from the ceiling. Mabel, without much misgivings about being seated directly in front of everyone else, walked inside and started piling her plate with food from the buffet.

Dipper followed her in slowly, his head down and hat pulled over his eyes. His sister tapped her foot impatiently and practically tossed a plate at him. "Get some food, bro bro! We only have until six thirty to eat!"

"That's in forty minutes," Dipper replied, glancing at his watch. Even so, he followed his sister's lead and filled his plate with food before joining her at the lone empty table. He could feel the eyes of his cabinmates boring into him, and resisted the urge to duck under his seat.

Mabel was talking across the room to some younger girls, shoveling chicken into her mouth and beaming at the other cabins. Dipper heard a brief shout from one of the boys sharing his confines, but he pretended not to notice. The shouting persisted, however, and Dipper was forced to reply with "What?"

"Who's that girl next to you?" the hefty boy yelled, pointing at Mabel.

Dipper felt a bead of sweat running down his neck. Mabel had somehow shoved a chicken bone into one of her nostrils and was gesturing wildly at the younger girls, who were laughing their heads off at the silly teen. "Um… she's my friend!" he called back, hoping Mabel wouldn't hear. His sister meant well, but there were times when he just thought it better he rode solo.

"Nice friend!" Another, shorter boy smirked. He said something to the hefty boy, who burst out laughing and clapped him on the back. Dipper looked away and set his gaze on his sister, who was now crossing her eyes while balancing the chicken bone on the very tip of her tongue. The cabin of younger girls were grinning and hooting with laughter as Mabel tried to talk and ended up spitting the bone across the room.

"Whoa, Dip, did you see that?" Mabel exclaimed, poking his shoulder. "I think I hit the cook in the head!"

The rest of the dinner went without much event. At one point Dipper choked on a piece of corn and Mabel ended up having to clap him on the back so hard, he fell over. (He decided he no longer liked corn after that.) A kid at another table threw a paper airplane at a counselor, provoking a long speech about manners at a camp. The tall boy at Dipper's table managed to balance three cupcakes on his head. After a long period of time, the head of camp clinked his glass and walked to the front of the room.

Dipper listened to the welcoming speech, followed by the long list of rules and activities he could participate in. The loud voice of the camp head was boring into his brain. The young detective officially lost interest during the part about community Capture The Flag, and the mandatory participation. He was pretty sure Mabel was asleep by then.

Finally, the camp was dismissed. Though Dipper was reluctant to leave his sister behind, she gave him a quick hug and told him she'd see him tomorrow. With that, he watched her leave, and sighed as he followed the long line of boys back to his cabin.

A/N: Well, after two teasers, we finally have the first chapter. We're sorry about the dullness of it, and both of us guarantee the next to be much "juicier", as our writing teacher calls it. Last warning dudes: if you don't like Mabill, get the heck on out of here*.

*Strangely, we don't like Mabill either. As a matter of fact, we just wanted to write this because it seemed like a good idea at the time. Monty's a Wendipper, and we really aren't sure what Insane is.

030 Dipper still didn't wash his hands and he went to eat . . . disgusting. . . PERVY! WHY YOU NO MAKE DIPPER WASH HIS HANDS?!

~Insane One o . 0