Bipper and mabel walked through the town.

'So, where do you wanna start?' Mabel asked.

'Well, whatever you meatsacks do to get in the news!' Bipper answered.

'Well, maybe, robbing something could get YOU in the news. Maybe you can fight too or something. Or wreck a statue…'

'Hmm, sounds good to me! What should we do first?'

Mabel looked at Bipper. 'Are you serious? You really wanna do all that?'

Bipper began to laugh. 'Ofcourse! How can you nót take me seriuosly?'

Mabel rolled her eyes. 'Well, you leave me out of it.'

'Oh, no no no Shooting Star! We're "a team"! At least, that's what I thought.' Bipper grinned.

'No Bill. I'll be here to keep an eye on you, nothing more.'

'Allrighty then. If you don't want to see dear Pinetree anymore… ' He shrugged.

Mabel froze. 'What did you say?'

Bipper chuckeld and pulled Mabel with him. 'Come, we've got things to do.'

~Timeskip~

They runned. They runned as fast as the could. Bipper had blood on his face and hands. Mabel weared a heavy bag on her back. Policecars chased them.

'THIS IS GREAT!' Bipper screamed.

Mabel looked over at him. She just realize how crazy he was. She already knew that he was crazy, but not that he was able to do this… Then she looked behind her, at the policecars, who came closer and closer.

'So, uh, yeah, WHEN THE HECK ARE YOU GONNA USE YOUR POWERS?!' Mabel yelled at Bipper.

Bipper didn't answer.

'BILL?!'

Bipper held his hand up. They stopped. He turned around and snapped his fingers. Suddenly he wore a long, yellow jacket, with a white shirt and black pants, with black shoes. Black gloves covered his bloody hands. The black bowtie and tophat were the finishing touch.

'I think it's', he brought his hand to his right eye and covered it with a triangle eyepatch, 'playtime.' He grinned, as he walked to the police cars.

Mabel sat down at the grass, crying. She knew how much lives this was going to cost. She couldn't talk to Dipper anymore, she had lost the sockpuppet. She couldn't stop the demon.

The police had come out of their cars.

'Hands up!'

Bipper didn't do it. He was still walking slowly towards the officers, grinning.

'Hands up! Or else we have to shoot!'

'Wasn't that the kid from tv?'

'Look, his eye!'

'I heard he just killed someone!'

Bipper stood still. The people silenced. A shot.