"Dipper, haven't we been through this?" Mabel Pines groaned impatiently as she dusted various knick-knacks in the Mystery Shack.
"What? It's a fool-proof idea!" Dipper held up a piece of computer paper with his seven step plan written neatly on it.
Mabel glanced at it and sighed. "At least it's shorter, this time…" she mumbled.
"Aren't you supposed to be, oh, I dunno, getting over Wendy? Their co-worker Soos pointed out.
"Trust me", Dipper said brightly. "Once I'm done with this, I'll be TOTALLY over her." He hopped of his stool and handed his plan to Mabel.
Mabel read it and gasped when she read the 3rd step.
"What is it, dude?" Soos ambled over and read over her shoulder.
"You're gonna KISS her?!" Mabel cried out in shock.
"You bet your sweaters I am", Dipper replied coolly.
Mabel squealed with such excitement that Stan poked his head in the doorway to see what was going on.
"Is something dyin' in here? You kids aren't murdering cats, are you?"
Mabel ran over to her great uncle. "Oh, Grunkle Stan, it's amazing! Dipper's planning to get smooch with Wendy!"
"I'm not getting 'smoochy' it's just gonna be a quick ki-"
"Dipper? Kiss a girl?" Stan cut him off, disbelieving. "No way. I've seen how he is. He can barely talk to females without having a heart attack."
"Doubt me all you want, Stan," Dipper responded evenly. He even had the whole scenario plotted out in his head.
Wendy would walk in, reluctant to start another monotonous day at work. Dipper would roll over to her (literally, he'd be in one of those tall rolly stools) and say "Hey Wendy, I have to give you something."
"What's up dude? She'd say, looking him in the eye, her interest peaked.
"Close your eyes and hold out your hands," Dipper would say, wriggling his eyebrows.
Wendy would laugh and say "Okay, Dipper, whatever you say" and use one hand to cover her eyes and hold the other out to receive whatever the 12-year-old had to offer.
Dipper would then commence to lean in and kiss Wendy on the lips. Not too long, not to fiercely, just a sweet, gentle peck. He'd then place the note in her hand, hop off the stool he'd been seated in, and say with swagger no one would ever expect "It's all part of the plan…" He'd then calmly walk out the room, with everyone watching saying "Smoooooooth….", and Wendy looking on, impressed with how gutsy, yet chill Dipper was about the whole thing.
Stan stared at his nephew. "Obviously, you've lost your mystery-loving mind. Once you find your mind, tell me." He turned to walk out the room after that, prepping the shack to be opened for business.
Mabel handed the plan back to Dipper, not hiding her uncertainty. "I'm gonna have to back Stan up on this one. This seems a little… far-fetched."
"Aw, come on, guys. Have some faith!" he looked towards Soos for support, but even he looked doubtful.
"I dunno, dude…." He said hesitantly. "You can barely talk to her without having a heart attack."
Dipper's confidence wilted like a dying flower. "Y-you mean you guys don't believe in me?"
Stan, hearing Dipper's dismay, walked back in and put his hand on his s "Do I believe in that weak, whiny side of you? Not a chance."
Dipper's shoulders slumped even more.
"But…." Stan continued. "Do I believe in that kick-butt side of you that took down that rotten Gideon…"
"Battled some zombies!" Mabel added.
"And told Wendy you liked her the first time?" Soos chimed in.
"If that's the Dipper we're talking about…" Stan beamed. "Then YES, I believe in you!"
"We believe in you, too!" Mabel and Soos called over to him!
Stan patted Dipper on the back. "Go get her, Dipper! What's holdin' ya back?"
As everyone left the room, Dipper looked down and sighed. My mind…. That's what….