Waddles Can Talk! Chapter 2

Since the first day Mabel found out Waddles could talk, they've been doing everything together. It's like they've met each other for the first time, again. They've had so much fun, in fact, I'm going to insert a sappy montage here!

INSERT SAPPY MONTAGE HERE

Since I can't animate a full montage, :p, I'll just describe it, and you can imagine one in your head :3

Mabel and Waddles endeavored in tons of public events, as well as personal events. For example, they went to the fair, got cotton candy, went to the photo booth, rode the ferris wheel, and talked about current affairs. Waddles was stunningly intellectual to Mabel; she had no idea he was so smart. Participating in so many of these activities made Mabel the happiest girl on Earth. However, Dipper hasn't been faring the same way…

Dipper lied in his bed looking at the ceiling. He had nothing to do; Mabel was gone, the TV was occupied, and… well that's about the only thing Dipper could do in his spare time.

"Grunkle Staaaan!?" Dipper shouted to him from upstairs.

"Whaddya want!?" Stan asked back. (Stan was the one occupying the TV)

"I'm booored!" Dipper whined.

"Uh- don't you have like- I dunno friends? That you hang out with when you're not solving the latest conspiracy theory?" Stan wondered.

"Uh… what!?"

"Never mind- uh- maybe you could go spend time with Mabel!? She'll put up with you, right!?" Stan suggested.

"She won't let me! I asked and she said that this was very important "bonding time" with Waddles."

"Oh right… talking pig… Well sorry, but- uh… I don't know what to tell ya, kid! Looks like you'll just have to spend the rest of your natural life staring at the ceiling!"

Dipper sighed and curled into the fetal position.

BACK TO MABEL'S FUN TIMES.

"Oh my gooossh! That was so fun! Wanna do it again?!" Mabel was still energized even though they had just ran through the mirror maze eight times.

"No," Waddles replied panting like crazy, "I can't… take… much more of this…"

"Whaaaat?" Mabel looked disappointed. After thinking about it for a moment, she reconsidered, "Okay, let's just take a short break." Mabel sat down and leaned against a nearby wall, and Waddles did the same.

"Mabel?" Waddles asked, calming down from the previous energy output.

"Yes Waddles?"

"I don't like it when you dress me up."

Mabel gasped in remorse. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry" Mabel said, while petting the pig to show her sympathy.

"It's okay, it's just… a little demeaning, you know…?" Waddles looked at Mabel innocently.

"I promise I won't dress you up ever again." Mabel said, with a giant grin on her face.

"Thanks, Mabel. Thanks." Waddles rested his head on Mabel's lap.

"While we're here, how did you learn English?" Mabel asked.

"You speak it all the time. I picked up on it pretty easily. Of course back then I just couldn't talk."

"Hm… Do you have any specific people you hate? Like… Dipper? Or Soos?" Mabel inquired.

"Dipper's cool, he's just kinda awkward. Right? Don't you think so? I think so. Soos is… okay…? He's weird, but just like… he's just weird. Weird in a cool way."

"You don't like Pacifica, do you?" Mabel asked.

"OH no way. She's totally the worst, like, W, O, R, S, T."

Mabel looked up at the burning sun. It was close to nearing dusk, and they've spent almost three hours out of the house. Just then, thunder cracked the sky, and rain started sprinkling.

"OKAY, we're leaving." Mabel picked up Waddles and started for the Mystery Shack. Pretty soon it was pooring rain and Mabel's sweater was getting heavy. But thankfully they made it back before Waddles got agitated.

"Hello everbody!" Mabel said cheerfully.

"…Hi." Dipper said gloomily, still in his bed upstairs.

"Hi!" Waddles shouted.

"… Hi…" Dipper spoke again. Mabel took off her wet sweater and took it to her room along with Waddles.

"Gee, Dipper. How long have you been staring at that ceiling?" Waddles asked concernedly.

"Forever." Dipper didn't look away from the ceiling. "Mabel?" Dipper asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm bored." Dipper said.

"Hm… maybe later we could play a game?" Mabel suggested, as she unpacked her various carnival souvenirs.

Waddles jumped in,"How about charades!? I've always wanted to play charades! Whaddya say Mabel. Charades?"

"Sure! Hear that Dipper? We're playin' charades soon, and it's gonna get SERIOUS."

"…Cool…" Dipper turned towards the wall and away from Mabel.

"Hmmm…" Mabel was skeptical…

Charades.

About 30 minutes had past and it was raining pretty hard outside. The clock read 8:23, which meant they had plenty of time for shenanigans. Mabel had invited over Soos and Wendy in the time that had passed, and when they were told Waddled could talk, they weren't as excited as Mabel though they would be.

The door opened and closed as Wendy entered and took off her raincoat.

"Hey Wendy!" Mabel shouted. She came running down the stairs to greet her.

"Hey dorks!" Wendy replied. "Hey where's Dipper?"

"Oh he's just feelin a little down in the dumps… for… some reason- anyway!" Mabel led Wendy to the living room, where Grunkle Stan and Waddles were sitting lazily.

"Is Soos coming?" Waddles directed his attention to Mabel, then to Wendy, "Hi Wendy."

"Hey." Wendy said this like it was nothing.

Suddenly the door burst open and slammed shut again. A panting voice was heard from the entryway,

"Oh… dudes… you would not believe… how fast I ran here…"

"Soos!" Mabel walked and greeted him.

"Hey dude!" Soos stopped for a moment, "Where's Dipper?"

Wendy chimed in, "He's feelin' 'down in the dumps' apparently."

Soos got a profound, curious look, "That's not characteristic of him…"

"Don't worry he said he would come once everybody was here." Mabel explained. She walked to the stairs, and shouted up them, "Dipper!"

A faint, annoyed voice was resonated, "I'm comin' I'm comin'…"

Mabel looked at the group and smiled widely as Dipper came slowly stomping down the stairs.

"Hey, Soos." Dipper began walking over to the couch, "…Hey Wendy…" Dipper sat down and rubbed his eyes.

The entire room stared at him. "What?" Dipper asked.

Grunkle Stan commented to himself, "Well that was unbearably awkward."

"Okay! Let's get started!

Stan's turn:

"Hmm…" Stan thought of what to do. "Aha!" He snapped his fingers

"Start the clock!" Mabel pushed a button on a digital timer.

Stan began running around in circles frantically with a look of fear, and as expected, people started throwing their guesses around.

"DOG!" Mabel shouted,

Stan shook his head, and continued running around.

"SOMEBODY RUNNING AWAY FROM A DOG!" Mabel shouted.

"A DOG RUNNING AWAY FROM A DOG!" Mabel shouted again.

Stan shook his head again. He stopped running in circles, and prepared for his next hint. (after snapping out of his dizziness.) He took off his hat and started patting his hair, and rubbing it back and forth.

Soos shouted, "Is it Gideon?"

"NO! IT'S A SHARK! GAH YOU PEOPLE HAVE NO COMMON SENSE!" Grunkle Stan put his hat back on and walked back to his seat. Everyone was completely lost. No less, they continued.

Wendy's turn:

"START THE CLOCK!" Mabel threw a pebble at the timer and it started.

"I got this." Wendy stood up and got in front of the crowd. She started shredding on an air guitar.

"Uh… Robby!" Dipper shouted.

"Yeah!" Wendy walked up to Dipper and she went for the hi-five. Dipper stuttered a bit and hi-fived her back.

Soos's turn:

"…" Mabel looked at everyone. "START. THE. CLOOOOOCK!" Mabel slammed the timer and it started counting down.

Soos snapped his fingers, "I got it!"

He started smashing fake buildings with his foot and pretending to breath fire. He actually did it very well.

"Dragon. Too easy." Stan said.

Soos replied, "You got it, Stan!"

Mabel's turn:

Mabel stood in front of everyone, and pointed to Waddles. "START THE CLOOOOOOOCKK!"

Waddles lightly tapped the button and the timer flicked on.

Mabel got on all fours and snorted like a pig.

Waddles shouted, "Me! Mememememe!"

"Righto!" Mabel congradulated him.

Waddles' turn:

"Hey Mabel can I use a picture for this one?" Waddles asked.

"Uh- sure!" A brief moment silence, followed by a scream, "START THE CLOCK!" Mabel smashed the clock again, and dented it. It started up nevertheless.

Waddles grabbed a pencil and started drawing a really detailed picture of some foreign object.

"Uh… is it a picture of me?" Mabel asked.

"Nope." Waddles scribbled up the finishing touches, and presented the group of a crazy blueprint to a weird contraption.

They all looked at it with incomprehensive faces. "Ummm…" Grunkle Stan muttered, "I gotta take a leak…" Grunkle Stan stood up and walked out of the room.

"Do you give up? It's a-" His voice suddenly cut off, and he let out an oink.

"What is it? An oink?" Mabel asked.

Waddles looked at the group, and let go of the picture as it fell to the ground. The pig started oinking again regularly.

Mabel took a moment to process what had just happened, as well as everyone else.

"Oooh…" Dipper said, realizing the problem. "The voice serum only works 'till sundown…"

Mabel gasped melodramatically, and slowly calmed down, "Well, I guess I shoulda seen this coming… Can't last forever right?" Mabel looked down in sadness.

Soos inquired, "Doesn't Old Man Mcguckit make permanent voice thingys? I bet you could just get one from him dude!"

"OH YEAH!" Mabel shouted.

Dipper suddenly felt a painful sadness in his heart. He felt compelled to speak immediately, "NO!"

The room looked at him again. He started getting nervous, and laughing a little to cover it up.

"Whyy doon't wee just… Keep Waddles like he is now…?" Dipper suggests, "You know, it wouldn't be-" He clears his throat, "Wouldn't be… right to give a pig a human voice. Right guys?"

"Um, Dipper why are you acting so weird…?" Mabel asked.

The tension rose, as Dipper tried to come up with the words to describe his feelings.

"Uh- Hehe- I… UMM…" Suddenly time stopped and the room turned grey. Everyone's attention was turned towards the TV, where a single eye appeared and a taunting voice was heard. Bill Cipher phased out of the television as the group stared in complete confusion and fear.

Bill spoke, "Hey guys! Dipper's right, you shouldn't give Waddles a voice!"

"What are you doing here!" Mabel pointed at him in disgust.

"Hey, toots! Just droppin' in to say that Waddles, knows more than you think." Bill picked up the sketch Waddles drew on the floor and burned it. "And it would be a shame," he ignited his fist, and used his demonic voice, "If his secrets got out."


Sorry if I overdid the "Simplicity of this idea" and turned into something you didn't like. I feel like I might gotten a little too serious...

But if you liked it that's cool! :3