Part 2
12 Year Old Dipper
"Hey, kid!" Grunkle Stan told me as we just closed up the Mystery Shack for the day. "Can you turn the 'open' sign over to 'closed' in the window?"
"Sure." I volunteered. I passed by my sister who was playing chess-ckers, a strange combination of chess and checkers, with Waddles.
"Checkmate! King me!" She said when she made her pawn jump over Waddle's last pawn. "I win!" She offered a hand and shook Waddles's hoof. "Good game, Waddles." Waddles oinked.
I grabbed the sign in the window and flipped it over so the 'open' sign was facing me. As I put it in the window, I heard and saw the ice cream truck drive by.
"Hey," I started. "The ice cream truck is…" Mabel jumped to her feet.
"ICE CREAM!" She screamed. She raced to our uncle and gave him her pleading face. Stan looked at her, looked at the window, then back at her.
"I suppose you'd be wanting money." He said.
"Yes, please!" Mabel responded. Stan sighed and took out his wallet from his pocket.
"HURRY!" Mabel shouted. "Otherwise the ice cream truck will leave! This may be the last time it comes by before Dipper and I go back to school next week!"
"Just a sec." Stan told her. "You're not the only kid wanting ice cream, you know."
"HURRY!" Stan sighed and produced two dollars out of his wallet. He gave it to Mabel.
"Thank you!" Mabel ran outside. Waddles went after her. Stan looked at me next.
"I suppose you want some ice cream too."
"Yes, uncle." I told him. Stan sighed again.
"Come over here, then." I came over to him and he gave me two dollars.
"Thanks, uncle." I told him and left.
We went to the line forming with kids at the ice cream truck.
"Hurry, Dipper!" Mabel shouted to me. "Otherwise all the ice cream will be gone! Come on, move those legs!" She then bumped into somebody in line. She fell to the pavement. I ran to her.
"Mabel, are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah," Mabel answered. "I'm okay." I helped her to her feet. "I wonder who I bumped into." We looked and Mabel gasped as we saw Pacifica and her friends.
"Pacifica!" My sister sneered at her. Pacifica then noticed her.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She apologized, seeming to fake it. "I didn't see you."
"Yes, you did! You bumped into me on purpose so you and your friends can get ice cream first." Pacifica just shrugged.
"No, I just got into line with my friends when you bumped into me."
"That's so not true Pacifica, and you know it."
"Whatever." Pacifica turned to face the head of the line. Mabel narrowed her eyes at her.
"Hey!" Pacifica turned back to her.
"What do you want?"
"You know very well what I want. I want ice cream!"
"Then you're going to have to wait your turn. I was here first." Mabel gasped.
"What? That's a lie! I was here first! Now, if you don't mind, I'll like my spot back!"
"Don't be childish, Mabel. I was here first."
"I have to be childish, because I am a child! Now, please, give me my spot back." Pacifica whipped her hair.
"I don't think so. I was here first." She looked at her friends. "Right, girls? Was I here before stupid Mabel?" One of her friends was about to answer when Mabel tried to lunge at Pacifica. I held her back.
"Why you! I'm not stupid!"
"Mabel!" I told her. "Don't make a scene. Let's wait our turn. Don't worry, we'll get our ice cream." Mabel looked at me.
"You saw that we were first, right bro?" She asked me. I shrugged.
"Honestly Mabel, I don't know. I think Pacifica and her friends might've been first." My sister couldn't believe this.
"What?!"
"Ha!" Pacifica laughed. "Even your dorky brother agrees with me." Mabel scowled at her. Pacifica gave her a raspberry. Mabel did the same thing to her.
"Let's just wait in line and don't argue, okay?" I told her. Mabel sighed.
"Fine!" She said with a pout, arms over chest.
"Look!" Pacifica said when she got her vanilla ice cream cone, showing it off to Mabel and me. "I got my ice cream before Mabel." Mabel scowled.
"Nobody likes a showoff, Pacifica. Now, move aside so I can get mine." When Pacifica moved aside, licking at her ice cream, Mabel turned to the young man selling the ice creams, and told him what she wanted.
"An ice cream sandwich." He nodded. He grabbed it and gave her the change and the ice cream sandwich. Mabel opened her ice cream and took a bite. The man turned to me.
"You?" He asked.
"Mint Chocolate Chip." I answered, I gave him the money. He took them and gave me my ice cream cone and my change.
"Thanks." I said, grabbing the change and put it in my pocket. I grabbed my ice cream cone.
"Okay Mabel," I told her. "Let's eat these on the steps of the Mystery Shack." My sister nodded and followed me. Waddles pulled at Mabel's sleeve.
"Sorry Wads." She told him. "This ice cream sandwich is for me. I'll give you a caramel apple when we get home." But Waddles kept pulling at her sleeve. "Wads, oof!" She bumped into Pacifica whose ice cream fell to the ground. Pacifica screamed. Her friends gasped.
"MY ICE CREAM!" She shouted.
"Oops; sorry Pacifica!" Mabel apologized. Waddles grunted with glee and raced over to lick the ice cream. This made Mabel giggle.
"EEEEEWWWWWW!" Pacifica squealed. She looked at Mabel. "Mabel! Get your gross pig under control!" Mabel stopped giggling and looked at her enemy.
"Bad karma." She told Pacifica. Pacifica looked at my sister.
"What?"
"You know, bad karma. Do something bad and…"
"I know what karma is; I'm not dumb." Mabel laughed. Pacifica narrowed her eyes at her. "This is not funny!" Mabel giggled again. "Stop it!"
"It's funny to me." She stopped giggling and pulled Waddles back. "Okay Wads, that's enough. Pacifica's right, that's gross." Pacifica folded her arms across her chest.
"You better believe that I'm right." Mabel then waved to her.
"Okay, bye Pacifica!"
"Bye, losers!" Mabel and Waddles then followed me again as we went to the Mystery Shack steps. I sat on a step to eat my ice cream.
"I'm going to get Waddles that caramel apple, now." Mabel said to me.
"Go ahead." I told her. She ran into the shack with her ice cream. Waddles stayed behind. He looked at my mint chocolate chip, cocked his head and did his questioning grunts. I looked at him and pulled my ice cream to my chest.
"Sorry Waddles." I said to him. "You can't have mine. Mabel is getting a caramel apple for you. You just have to wait for her."
"Dipper?" I heard Soos ask. I looked at him. "I thought you got strawberry. You didn't get seconds, did you?" I shook my head.
"No. This is all I got today." He looked as if I was crazy. He blinked a few times, and then shrugged it off.
"Okay." He then left.
That was weird. I thought to myself. Well, it is Soos we're talking about. I shrugged it off and continued eating.
"KID!" Stan yelled, running outside. I looked up at him. "Oh, there you are." He then was confused. "Hey, how'd you get here so fast?"
"What are you talking about?" I wanted to know.
"I paid you two bucks for ice cream when I just remembered that I already gave you two bucks for ice cream." I shrugged again.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Like I just told Soos, this is the only one I bought."
"Are you sure?" I nodded.
"I'm positive." Stan just shrugged.
"Whatever! I must be losing my mind. Also, did you grow in the last five minutes and then shrink again?" I shook my head. "Did your voice change and then back again to the voice you're using now?"
"You must be losing it, uncle." He shrugged again.
"Yep; Stan Pines, you completely lost your marbles." Stan then went back into the Mystery Shack. I just shrugged again and continued licking at my ice cream.
"Psst, Dipper!" I thought I heard someone whisper. I looked all around, then at Waddles.
"Did you hear that, Waddles?" I asked him. The pig just grunted.
"Psst, Dipper!" I heard the voice whisper again. I stood up and walked over to
the bush, where the voice was coming from. Who was calling my name? With one hand over my ice cream cone, I pulled back the bushes.
"Hello?" I asked. "Who is it?" I shrugged when I saw no one and pulled it back. I turned around and saw myself? He had a strawberry ice cream cone in his hands.
"Hello, Dipper." I err," he greeted. I screamed, nearly jumping out of my skin. My ice cream fell to the grass. Waddles squealed and ran under the steps. I, err, he put my, his, hands over my mouth.
"Shhh!" He shushed me. "Quiet, or you'll give myself away." He checked if the coast was clear. "Okay, it's safe now." He took his hands away. I looked at him.
"Who are you?" I asked, then realizing I asked a stupid question. Of course I knew who he was. It was me! Well, he was a little taller then me and had a deeper voice than me, so he was a little older, but it was obviously me nonetheless.
"You don't recognize me, Dipper?" He wanted to know. "I'm you from the future." It then made sense. Soos and Stan were right about seeing me, well, it wasn't really me, it was me from the future?
"What're you doing here?" I asked him, err, myself. When this happens in TV or movies, it useally means something bad.
"Dipper," He began. "I hate to inform you, but in a short while, your sister is going to get hit by a car and die." I just looked at him like he was crazy.
"When?" I questioned.
"When Mabel is going to take Waddles on his walk. Sometime during the walk, that is when it's going to happen." I just blinked, not believing this.
"I know it's a lot to take in, Dipper." He said to me. "But it's the truth. Would I, your future self, use Blendin's time machine, and go back and lie to you?" I was surprised, not that I wasn't already, because I was. I mean, what would you do if you saw your future self and you hear that someone that you care about, is going to die soon? I was more surprised at the mention of Blendin and his time machine.
"Wait, you used Blendin's time machine?" He nodded.
"Yep!" He showed it to me. "It dropped from his pocket. I tried to call him back, but he didn't listen. I then decided to use it and warn you of the upcoming doom and save our sister's life."
"When did this happen?"
"Last year."
"So, you're me one year from now?" He nodded again.
"Yep!" I then looked at his ice cream, wondering how he got it, although I had a pretty good idea.
"So, where'd you get that ice cream? Did you get it with our uncle's money?" He nodded a third time.
"Yep! I was worried that he and the ice cream guy will recognize me, but that wasn't a problem. The ice cream guy didn't recognize me because of his music."
"You know that's stealing." He just shrugged.
"I know, and I shouldn't have done it. But, hey, I just time traveled from one year in the future, and I saw it, and decided to go for it. Plus, I learned from the best."
"Yeah, I guess." I agreed. Is this how I will be like in the future? Will I be like my uncle and steal from him? I sure hope not.
Waddles then came back out from under the steps and went over to future me, sniffing at him. I saw my future self bend down to pet him.
"There, there, Waddles." He said. "I'm sorry I scared you like that." Waddles began sniffing at his ice cream cone. He held it away from him. "Sorry Waddles, but this is mine. You can't have it." Waddles was about to lunge for the ice cream when my future self pushed him back, waving a finger back and forth. "No, no, no. You got to wait for Mabel." Waddles looked disappointed.
"WADDLES!" I heard my sister shout, running out of the shack with the caramel apple in her hand. I could see she was done with her ice cream sandwich. I saw future me hide behind the bush again. "I have your caramel apple." When he saw his favorite treat, Waddles ran and tackled her to the ground. Mabel laughed.
"You silly pig!" She pushed him off and stood up, feeding him the caramel apple. "When you're done eating; I'll ask Grunkle Stan if I can take you for a walk."
"Dipper!" Future me whispered to me in the bushes. "You can't let your sister take that walk." I walked up to my sister.
"Mabel," I started. She looked at me.
"Yeah?" She asked. "What it is, bro?"
"You can't take that walk with Waddles." She looked at me like I was crazy.
"Why not?"
"Uh, because I think I heard the weatherman say that's it's going to rain,"
"Really?" She looked up at the sky. I looked up to and saw that there weren't any clouds. I face palmed. Stupid! I should've looked at the sky before making that excuse.
"Because that's not what the sky says." She continued and looked back at me. I looked at her. "Guess the weatherman predicted wrong." She looked down at her pig. "You want a walk, don't you, Wads?" Waddles oinked. She looked back at me. "See? Waddles want to take a walk."
"Are you sure you want to take a walk?" I asked. "Because I heard there are kidnappers out there, just waiting to snatch up girls and their pet pigs."
"Then I'll fight them off."
"What if they're stronger then you?"
"Then I'll scream so loud that other people will hear and call the police."
"Well, what if they put a gag over your mouth, so no one can hear you?"
"Well, they can see me being taken, can't they?"
"Not if they stuff you in a bag. You never know what dangers lay ahead sis. I'm just trying to be a protective brother, that's all. That is why you can't go."
"Wow. You really don't want me to go, do you?"
"I'm just trying to…"
"Well, I'll be fine so you can chillax."
"How can I 'chillax' if there are dangerous people out there who might outsmart you? They might hurt you. You don't know what they're like."
"Well then, hopefully nothing like that will ever happen to me."
"And to make sure that won't happen, you'll stay and won't take that walk, right?"
"Wrong! I'm going to ask Stan right now." She was about to go back inside to ask him, when I pulled her by the arm.
"No, Mabel." Mabel just looked at me.
"What is your problem? Why can't you just let me go?"
"It's just...complicated. I just got this feeling that something bad will happen."
"Oh yeah? If you think something 'terrible' is going to happen, why don't you just go with me?" I hesitated. That wasn't a bad idea. With me along, I can make sure Mabel won't get run over by that car.
"Okay." I told her. "But just stay close to me."
"Okay, I'll stay close to you, Mom." I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Mabel; I mean it! I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"Whatever. I'll go tell Grunkle Stan." And with that, she was off to the shack. Waddles went after her.
I looked back at my future self in the bushes. He gave me a smiling thumbs up. I smiled back.
"Okay, Waddles and I are ready!" Mabel said to me when she and Waddles exited the Mystery Shack.
"Okay, let's get this walk out and done with."
During our walk, I glanced back and saw my future self walking behind us. He was done with his ice cream too.
"What're you looking at, Dipper?" Mabel wanted to know. She looked back, but future me hid behind a nearby tree before she could spot him.
"Nothing." I told her as she faced forwards again. We saw Pacifica walking
her dog.
"Hey, Twin freaks!" Pacifica greeted. "So, out for a walk too, huh?"
"Yes." Mabel answered. "Now if you don't mind Pacifica, we'd like to get back to it."
"Well, go ahead, I'm not stopping you." Mabel then was confused.
"Where're your parents?"
"My parents are back at home."
"Oh, I see." Mabel then looked at me, then back at Pacifica. "My brother thinks that I'm going to be abducted by aliens, that's why he tagged along with me."
"I do not!" I shot at her.
"Trust issues, huh?" Pacifica questioned. "Poor Mabel. Having a brother that doesn't trust you; that must hurt."
"You have no idea." Mabel told her.
"I thought he was your twin, not your older brother."
"I know, right? And BTW, I'm the oldest by five minutes."
"It's not that I don't trust her!" I snapped at Pacifica. "Something might happen. She could be kidnapped. You don't know what's lurking in these streets."
I'm here just in case." Pacifica snorted.
"Whatever." She then left with her dog.
"We'd better get on home." I said to my sister.
"Just a few more blocks! Please!" I sighed.
"Fine, but just a few more, then we're heading home, are we clear?"
"Crystal, bro!" We continued walking.
On our way back, Waddles must've seen a mud puddle for he went running out onto the road.
"Waddles; come back!" My sister called after him. He didn't come because he was too occupied by the mud puddle. "Oh Wads, this is no time to play in the mud. My brother wants to go. Waddles!" She ran to him.
"MABEL!" I shouted. And then I saw it. The car drove up and was speeding towards my sister!
I began to panic. This was it! I had to save my sister from being hit by that car.
I ran and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away.
"Come on, Mabel."
"Wait; Waddles!" She let go of my hand and went back for her pig.
"MABEL, NOOOOO!" I was about to go and get her when my eyes widened in terror. I was too late. The car had hit my sister. Mabel flew into the air and fell onto the asphalt, limp and unmoving.