This is my least favorite abomination. Please tear it apart.
Two brunette twins stood with their backs to the wall, panting. The boy, Dipper, wore a navy blue vest, red shirt, grey shorts, and a blue and white hat with an aqua pine tree on the front. His sister Mabel wore a purple sweater with a brown teddy bear on it, paired with a pink skirt and headband. Both wore black shoes and tall socks, with variations based on gender. Dipper flipped furiously through the journal he always carried, its gold, six-fingered hand shining dimly in the uncertain light, highlighting a black number three engraved on the surface. "Nothing," he whispered, frustrated. "Absolutely nothing on big, scary animatronics." Suddenly, another kid dashed down the hallway, dressed in all black except for his blue t-shirt with a yellow "meh" face. His trench coat flew behind him and his scythe-shaped lock of hair bounced slightly as he ran to join the twins.
Mabel turned to him. "Dib, I thought you said they didn't go after kids!" she whisper-shouted.
"That's just what some random girl in a gray cloak told me before a draconequus opened a dimensional portal and they both disappeared!" he whispered back.
"Whoa, seriously?" Dipper stage-whispered as loud as he dared. "Are we talking Historian gray or Ranger gray?"
A terrified squeak from Mabel caused them to whip around, only to see a tall teenager put a gloved finger to his lips, an urgent expression on his face. He wore a white suit with a light blue dress shirt and red tie, white shoes, a white cape, white gloves, and a white top hat with a light blue ribbon. The glare of his monocle and his top hat covered one eye and most of his hair, but Mabel's matchmaker vision could make out short, dark hair and blue eyes currently losing their poker face charm.
"Calm down," he hissed. "It's just me!" Seeing their confused faces, he rolled his eyes, cursing the news and… jet lag? "Kaitou Kid?" he prompted. "Kid the Phantom Thief?"
Dipper's face lit up. "Oh, I know you! You're Japan's famous thief! … Um, what are you doing here?"
"Long story. I'll tell you later."
Suddenly, Toy Freddy's animatronic head popped around the corner. "Hi, boys and girl!" he said cheerfully. Everyone screamed except Kid (who was still trying to regain his status as master of the poker face), but all ran in the opposite direction for their lives. Kid, seeing that he was faster than the others, grabbed a conveniently placed serving cart from against the wall. "Get on!" he shouted, and the three twelve-year-olds complied.
Dib, in the strangely calm part of his mind, couldn't help noticing the thief's very slight Japanese accent.
Pushing with all the strength of the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Kaitou Kid rocketed down the main hallway and into the stage room. As Dipper frantically checked the room for other evil automatons, he heard a strangled cry, then felt the cart lose speed. Jerking his head around in panic, he watched, horrified, as Kaitou Kid was dragged into the shadows by Toy Freddy, losing his top hat in the process. Suddenly, Mabel gasped. "WAAAAAALL!" she screamed, pointing at the rapidly approaching white plaster. Dipper grabbed the hands of his sister and Dib, then leapt off the cart, crashing into some nearby chairs. The cart, now free of weight and propelled by the jump, sped into the wall with the sound of eleven cymbals being played by toddlers, crumpling slightly on impact.
Well thank heaven it ended. Move on, nothing to see here.