Hey readers! Here's the next chapter, hope you like it. :-)
This addiction needed to be fed.
If he could just borrow the CD from Mabel's laptop and download the game on his computer he could play quietly by himself when no one else was around. He would return the CD after the download. (Mabel was under the impression you needed the CD in at all times, but Dipper, who was a geek, knew you did not. But it made Mabel freak to take it out in the middle of a game. It was worse luck than a two leafed clover, she said.)
As easy as all this sounded, there was a proverbial fly in the proverbial ointment. Mabel hadn't set down her laptop since she had gotten the game; and if she finished before Dipper she would spoil the end by screaming the name of the villain.
Dipper needed a distraction.
Who could help rig something? Who was innovative and handy? Who could create a diversion so...so diverting so as to distract her for an entire thirty minutes of download time?
One answer burst through the clouds like a ray of sunshine: Soos.
Mabel was right, sunshine was for anytime. Inspirational sunshine, that is.
` "Soos, I need your help," said a frantic Dipper.
"Sure, dude, whatcha need?" asked Soos, who was fixing the 'cornicorn' display Waddles had eaten.
"I need to distract Mabel. No questions asked," Dipper said. Looking over his shoulder he shoved a cold can of Pitt soda into Soos' hand.
"Dude, is this from Stan's private stock of do-not-touch-or-die-limited-edition-fizzy-belchy-lemon-squeezy-flavored Pitt soda?" Soos asked in wonder. His eyes had nearly as many highlights as Giffany's.
"No questions asked," Dipper reminded, narrowing his eyes. "Do you accept the job?"
"Dude, I'd do anything for a can of Pitt! And I'd do more for a can of limited-edition-fizzy-belchy-lemon-squeezy-flavored Pitt!" Soos then became serious. "Agent Soos reporting for Mission Distract Mabel," Soos saluted.
Dipper smiled. Ah, Soos was indeed the ideal minion.
Soos took two giant, determined, espionage filled steps. Then he stopped, popped the tab on the can of limited-edition-fizzy-belchy-lemon-squeezy-flavored Pitt, and chugged the whole thing.
"Oh, dude," he said. "I think I just gave myself brain freeze. This feels amazing!"
Dipper watched as an enlightened Soos toddled off to complete the mission. He thought absently that he should start wearing his Pterodactyl Bros. t-shirt more often. Soos had drawn some pretty great caricatures of them. Perhaps not as good as Mabel's cat-icatures, but…focus Dipper.
He breathed.
He had to be ready to pounce on that laptop and eject the disc as soon as Soos distracted Mabel.
"Haaaaambone!" he heard Soos call out.
Mabel's reply was muffled which meant she wasn't paying attention to Soos but probably the laptop.
"Hambone, do you want to bedazzle me? I have a videochat date with Melody tonight," Soos asked like he was a second rate thespian actor reading a terrible script.
There a came a squeal of delight. Second rate or not, Mabel had bought the show.
Haha! Thought Dipper. Good work, Soos!
He stalked silently to the kitchen.
Now, Grunkle Stan is notoriously untidy in the kitchen. So, when Dipper saw the dishes from the Stan-cakes in the sink, he thought he was safe from interruption.
But he was wrong.
Dipper pushed the eject button. The CD slid out and gleamed up at him.
Nancy Drew: The Ghost of Thornton Hall
He held it in his hands, tilting it in dramatic slow motion so it would shimmer like in the movies.
He didn't notice the footsteps behind him.
"Man, what's up with Stan?" asked Wendy.
Dipper whirled around to face the gorgeous redhead.
What's gonna happen next? Well, you better STAY TUNED. Ideas? Comments? Review! :-) Thanks!
