The next morning, Mabel yawns and opens her eyes. "Good morning Waddles!" she says happily as she hugs the pig that is oinking blearily at the foot of her bed. "Good morning bright sun!" she says, shielding her eyes. "Good morning sweaters!" she says, hopping out of bed and skipping over to her closet. "Which one of you should I wear today?" she asks herself gleefully as she opens it. Once she opens it, however, the smile is wiped off her face, replaced by disbelief. She stares straight ahead at a closet once full of sweaters of every shape, size and color, now empty. The following scream would make a Banshee wince and cover its ears.
"What-what is it?" Dipper says, stumbling into her room, wiping sleep from his eyes. "What happened?"
"Dipper!" Mabel says, panicking. "My sweaters are gone!"
All traces of sleep leave Dipper as he hears those words. Mabel's sweaters are a culmination of years of knitting. She loves them like they are her children. If her sweaters are missing, then she will do whatever it takes to finds them. "C'mon Mabel they can't have just vanished." Dipper reassures her. "Let me get dressed, and we can figure this out." Dipper walks out of Mabel's room and into his. Thirty seconds later, a scream shriller than Mabel's comes from his room.
"What is it Dipper?" Mabel asks, running into his room. "Did you find my sweaters?"
"No!" Dipper says, pulling drawers out of his dresser. "My hat is gone too! And not just that! All my clothes are gone!"
A quick check verifies that both of the twins' clothes are all gone. And after half an hour of frantic searching, the clothes are nowhere to be seen in the house.
"We have to find our clothes!" Mabel tells Dipper. "I need my sweaters!" The two have set up base in their treehouse (Soos came to visit them and they convinced him to build it) and are brainstorming ideas to find their clothes.
"We could put out fliers?" Dipper suggests, out of ideas. "I don't know where they could have gone. Mabel, are you even listening?" he asks Mabel crossly, who has been staring out the window of their treehouse for a couple minutes.
"Dipper, look:" Mabel says, pointing her finger at the answer to their questions. In front of them, all of their clothes are floating in midair, circling the treehouse. Dipper and Mabel back up against the wall, and the clothes advance further. "Well at least we know where our clothes went!" Mabel says.