Just a silly think I wrote for you guys ^^
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"Hum... Mabel?"
"Yes, Dipper?"
"Can I... Would you... Would you care to explain in simple terms what the hell it is that you're doing?"
"Of course I can, brother dear. I'm very obviously setting up the house for Christmas."
"... Yeah, ok. Mabel, have you ever heard of global warming?"
"Is it the boring stuff you do in your nerdy classes at school?"
"If by "nerdy classes" you mean my Advenced Natural Sciences classes, then yes it is."
"I'm vaguely aware of the existence of such a thing as global warming, but what does it have to do with Christmas?"
"For real? Mabel, I literally can't tell the christmas tree from the couch right now. And is that Waddles back there?! Oh my god, you have to pull the breaks on the light garland, sis, this is getting way out of hands!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Dippedidoo. And I still don't see the matter between Christmas and the global warming."
"Didn't we talk about that nickname already?... Urg... You know that global warming is responsible for the ice melt and the hungry polar bears?"
"Poor babies... Can we adopt one?"
"We absolutly can not. Anyway, all your light garlands are using a lot of electricity right now. And Electricity is made with nuclear power plants, which are partially responsible for global warming. I'm sorry sis."
"... Are you saying I'm undirectidly killing baby polar bears?..."
"Huuuu... Is that a tricky question? Because I don't..."
"Oh my god, I am! I'm a monster!"
"Wait, Mabel, no! That's not what I meant, I just... Oh, come on, Mabel. Can you get out of sweatertown, please? Can we talk?"
"No, I'm a monster! Nobody talk to monsters!"
"What about we lit those garlands only on Christmas eve? And then we can go into the woods to plant some trees? Trees are one of the best weapons against global warming, you know? Kind of..."
"I... I like trees. Ok, we could do that. Just promise me that next time I kill polar bears, consciously or inconsciously, you'll kill me."
"I, huuuuu... Well see, ok? I'm pretty sure you won't do it again."
"You bet I won't! How could I look at myself again if I did? Ok, lets go then, Dipper bro, we have some trees to plant."
"Just let me grab my jacket and... Wait, Mable, where is the door of the closet?"
"I figured to birds would need a shelter for the winter."
"Mable, you can't keep that up! I didn't say anything for the kitchen's door, nor the atics door, but this have to stop! We're running out of doors, you know?"
"But, bro, the birds..."
"Have migrated, Mabel. They're somewhere warm right now, unlike us. Can you please stop tearing down our doors before we freeze to death?"
"Alright... Christmas is no fun with you, Dipper."
"Maybe, but it's not lethal either. Forgive me, but I value my life just as much as you value the birds."
"You're heartless, bro. Aboslutly heartless."
"And alive, thank you very much. Come on Mabel, let's go. We still have to hit the flower shop on our way to the forest. Is Waddles coming with us?"