MABEL'S POV:

As I crept down the stairs, I heard Grunkle Ford and Grunkle Stan arguing. It was 12am, what could they be talking about now?

As I walked into the kitchen, I found them sitting at the table nagging and mimicking one another.

"What's your problem?" One yelled. "I don't have a problem, you have a problem!" Said the other. "I don't have a blah, blah, blah!" The other one mimicked.

This kept on, until Grunkle Stan looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "Ahem! Uh..hi Mabel,"

Grunkle Ford finally saw me, "Oh uh...hello Mabel, is there a problem?"

My eyes felt watery and my cheeks felt hot. "He's gone. And he's not coming..back, I know he's not. He hates me. I did something, I-"

"Slow down.." Grunkle Stan said as he walked over to me. He gently picked me up and cradled me in his arms. "Now tell me what's wrong."

"Dipper's been gone since 5 this morning. He said that he hated me and I hated him, and that us being 'Mystery Twins,' was over." My body trembled in fear as Stan flashed an anxious look at Ford.

"It's okay," said Grunkle Stan. "He'll come back! What is it? Like, 12?"

"Yeah, 12PM!" I retorted angrily.

"Wait..what?! He's been gone for 17 hours?!" Grunkle Stan asked.

"19," Ford corrected.

"So I was off by 1!" Stan said through gritted teeth.

"You were off by 2," Ford corrected again.

"Who cares?! We have to find him!" I interuppted.

"It'll be fine, sweetie," Grunkle Ford said reassuringly.

A reassuring tone wasn't enough for me, I didn't care what time it was! I hopped out of Stan's lap, stormed upstairs, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Wendy, pulling me back in.

Ford must've wakened them. I thought.

"I'm going to find Dipper," I replied.

"You and what army?" She asked playfully.

"Us!" said Soos.

As I looked behind me, I saw Ford, Stan, and Soos with bags of tools and grinning faces. "You comin' or not?" I chimed in.

"Duh!" Wendy said.

And we were off to find Dipper.