Author's Note: Alrighty, then. Kentucky! I actually really like Bohemian Rhapsody. I suppose Gangnam Style is moderately decent, but it's no Bohemian Rhapsody. There'll be some swearing from here on out. Uh-oh, cliffhanger! Love me anyways?
Disclaimer: Still own nothing. All credit shall be given to the rightful owners.
"Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico-o-o-o!" Mabel laughs at her brother. "What? Bohemian Rhapsody is better than what you listen to. What do you want to listen to, princess?" asks Dipper, "Here. This is better." insists Mabel, popping a cd into the thingy. A steady beat emanates from the player. "Not Gangnam Style!" groans Dipper. "It's a good song!" argues Mabel, "Mm. They don't make songs like they used to. Besides," Dipper takes out the disk, "house rules, Mabel. 'Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."
"Are we there yet?" asks Mabel, "We get there when we get there!" shouts Dipper, "But it's been hours." groans Mabel, "Fine. You know what? You can drive."
They finally reach Louisville, incredibly stiff and sore from driving that long. "Why did I let you drive?" asks Dipper, "I don't know." grins Mabel. "Well, I'm going to get some rooms." States Dipper, "I'm going exploring!"
Mabel prowls the streets, looking for strange activity. A man in a black suit follows her. She walks into an alleyway. "Who are you?" she asks, holding a gun to his head. "Me? I am the ruler of life and death." At that moment, he grabs Mabel and takes her away. "No! No! Stop!" she screams, fighting and kicking. "I wouldn't do that." advises the strange man. He hands her a cell phone. "Call your brother. He'll miss you dearly."