In which Dipper can't believe the wacky night he had.

Dudes, what happened?" Soos said as he opened the door to the twins. "Did Old Man McGucket try to eat you too?"

Mabel handed her brother over to their friend, who quickly carried him over to a table. "No, we got attacked by this giant animal! It was big, and it had loads of teeth!"

"That sounds hardcore." Soos carried over the first aid kit. "How'd you escape?"

"I hit him with my grappling hook!" Mabel suddenly jumped. "Grappling hook! I didn't get it back…"

"I think there's another one in the back of the store." Soos was rummaging through the box, frowning. "Hmmm, I can't decide. Do you want the normal bandaids or these cool rainbow ones Stan bought super cheap from some store? I'd go with the rainbow ones, but that's just me."

Dipper frowned. "Soos, do you actually know first aid?"

"What's that?"

The boy abruptly sat up. "Okay, then. I'll just walk to a hospital, it's safer that way." They then winced and laid back down. "On second thoughts, maybe I could just tell you what to do."

"So." Soos pulled up a chair. "Explain this first aid thing to me. I think I saw it on one training form when I was working under Stan, but he ticked it off and told me not to worry about it."

"Typical Stan… well, you can start by washing it. I think there's antiseptic wipes in the first aid kit."

"These?"

"Yeah."

"Huh. I always thought they were tissues."

Dipper groaned. "Great. I'm gonna end up with an amputated- ow! Ow!"

"Sorry, dude. That means it's working, right?" Soos paused. "So… got bitten by something?"

"Uh, yep. That seems to be what happened."

"What was it? Was it a giant bear, or a wolf? Oh, or a werewolf!"

"Well, it was a wolf-" Soos stopped dead.

"Whoa, you got bitten by a werewolf?"

Mabel stuck her head out of the back. "Dipper got bitten by a werewolf?"

"What? No." Dipper rolled his eyes. "I said I got bitten by a giant wolf."

"A giant werewolf?" Soos's eyes went wide. "Dudes, this is bad. In the movies werewolves always get killed, or kill people, or have terrible CGI effects! What do we do?"

Dipper clenched his good fist. "I said, it wasn't a werewolf!"

"He's losing his temper!" Soos backed up. "It's starting!"

"Don't worry!" Mable jumped in front of Soos armed with a brand new: "Grappling hook! We can tie him up!"

"Guys-!" Dipper took a deep breath. "Look, I'm fine, okay? You know, I think I can even sit up." With a wince, he managed the task. "See? There's nothing to worry about. It wasn't a werewolf, it was just some wild animal. Maybe, maybe it wasn't even a regular wolf! So, you know, you guys can stop freaking out."

After a second Mable shrugged. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better Dipper. I'll be upstairs if you go all werewolfy, hehe!"

"Well Dipper, if you're sure it was just a wolf, then I guess we can trust you. But any wolf symptoms and you come straight to me, okay!" With that, Soos made his way into the living room, leaving Dipper alone.

For a second he sighed in relief, glad to get the two off his back at least for a little while. The teasing would have been bad enough if it was just silly nonsense to him, but Dipper was a natural worrier and as soon as the word werewolf was mentioned all sorts of little worries started to pop up in his head: sure werewolves were never proven to exist, but they were never proven not to exist either, right? What if that really was a werewolf? Even the old journals had nothing on their existence, it wasn't like he'd be able to recognize one if he saw it.

Dipper pushed his fears to one side, and looked over at the stove for the time. His eyes widened as he saw it was 1:25am! The full events of today hit him, and Dipper suddenly realized how exhausted he was. The boy quickly headed upstairs and, seeing his room was dark, quietly opened the door.

In the bright moonlight, Dipper could make out his sister passed out on her bed, the grappling hook firmly grasped in her hand. The boy got into his pyjamas and laid down on his own bed. "Night, Mabel."

There was no response, of course. Dipper closed his eyes and quickly drifted off…

"Dipper! Wake up!" Dipper jolted awake to see Mabel leaning over his bed. "Why are you sleeping all weird like that?"

"What?" Dipper looked down and saw he was curled up on his pillow. "Uhhh…"

"Anyway, Soos and I are making breakfast! Come on!" She disappeared downstairs, leaving Dipper alone and confused.

Did he have a dream last night? The last thing he could remember was being attacked by a giant wolf, was that the dream? It sounded ludicrous enough; after all if he was really attacked, wouldn't he have an injury of some sort?

Yeah, it must've been the dream. With this in mind Dipper dressed and started to head downstairs, where he met Mabel just before the stairs.

"Oh, there you are, bro bro!" Mabel laughed. "I was just about to go and call you again, breakfast is ready!"

Dipper blinked. "Oh, great! Yeah, I'm, heh, pretty hungry."

This caused Mabel to have an inexplicable giggle fit.

"What, Mabel?"

"Don't go eating any people then, Mr Werewolf!" Mabel nudged him in the stomach.

"Mr… Werewolf?"

"Oh, yeah, and how's your arm doing? I hope it's feeling better after you got bitten."

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "It's doing… fine?"

"Cool! Then I'll see you downstairs, bro bro!" Mabel skipped downstairs, leaving her brother with a cold sense of dread.

Dipper slowly rolled up his sleeves and checked his arms; there was absolutely no sign of a bite, or really anything to indicate last night hadn't been a dream. But by the way Mabel acted, it had to have been real.

With a gulp, Dipper headed downstairs.