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Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or Pretty Pretty Princess. I don't remember where I heard it from, and I don't remember how to play, but I know I didn't make it up. I think I played it once when I was like... 6. But I have a terrible memory. So, I dunno.
I also don't own the awesome shows called Tiger Fist and Duck-tective.
Chapter 4 - The Hand that Rocks the Mabel
Dipper
"Hey, Dipper? Wanna play Pretty Pretty Princess?"
I looked away in disgust. "No! That's a... girl game."
Mabel began showing me her board game. "You can still play! See, if you win you get a pretty pretty tiara, if you're second you get a pretty pretty necklace, and if you're third, you get a pretty pretty bracelet!"
"No, Mabel."
Mabel sighed.
"Dudes, Tiger Fist is on!" Soos yelled, as we all ran to the TV.
"The tiger was badly injured in the explosion, but we repaired him with a fist." Said the narrator.
Mabel, Soos and I cheered as the tiger punched itself.
"Tiger Fist will return after these messages."
We saw a commercial involving white doves.
"Hey, look. It's that commercial I was telling you guys about." Soos said.
"Are you completely miserable?" The narrator asked.
The actor in the advertisement cried, "YES!"
"Then you need to meet," the narrator whispered, "Gideon."
"Gideon?" I asked.
"What makes him so special?" Mabel wondered.
"He's a psychic." Said the narrator.
"Aroo?"
"So don't waste your time with other so-called 'men of mystery'." We were surprised to see the screen stamped with the word fraud when Grunkle Stan came out of an outhouse. "Learn about tomorrow tonight at Gideon's Tent of Telepathy."
"Wow, I'm getting all curiousy inside." Mabel said.
Grunkle Stan walked in the room, "Well, don't get too curiousy. Ever since that monster Gideon rolled into town, I've had nothin' but trouble."
"Well, is he really psychic?"
"I think we should go and find out." I said.
"Never! You're forbidden from patronizin' the competition!" Stan exclaimed. "No one that lives under my roof is allowed under that Gideon's roof."
"Do tents have roofs?"
Mabel smiled. "I think we just found our loop hole... literally!" She said, holding a string with a loop in it. "Mwop! mwop!"
"So come down soon, folks." The commercial narrator continued. "Gideon is expecting you."
We went in the Tent of Telepathy, and I stared at the inside of the huge tent. "Woah, this is like a bizarro version of the Mystery Shack. They even have their own Soos." I pointed to a maintenance worker like Soos, named Deuce.
Mabel gasped, looking toward the stage. "It's starting! It's starting!"
"Let's see what this monster looks like."
The curtains opened to reveal... a kid.
"Hello America! My name is 'Lil Gideon."
"That's Stan's mortal enemy?" I asked.
"But he's so... wittle." Mabel commented.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Gideon continued, "it is such a gift to have you here tonight... such a gift. I have a vision. I predict that you will soon all say, 'aw'."
Gideon then made a cute pose and the crowd did just what he said.
Mabel seemed amazed. "It came true."
"What? I'm not impressed." I crossed my arms.
Mabel smiled. "You're impressed!"
"Man, that kid's an even bigger fraud then Stan! No wonder our uncle's jealous."
Mabel smiled. "Oh, come on. He's adorable! And did you see his hair? It was like, whoosh!"
"You're too easily impressed."
"Yeah, yeah."
Mabel
"Check it out, Dipper! I successfully bedazzled my face! Blink! Ow."
Dipper stared at me. "Is that permanent?"
I sighed. "I'm unappreciated in my time."
The doorbell rang, as Stan yelled for someone to answer.
"I'll get it!" I yelled, wiping my face.
At first, I didn't see anyone, but then I realized Gideon was at our door. THE lil Gideon! OMG!
"Howdy."
I screamed, and slammed the door in his face.
"What happened?" Dipper asked.
I held my chest, panting. "H-He's at our door! He... He..."
"What? Who's at our door?"
"Gideon is at our door..." I whispered frantically.
Dipper pushed me aside and opened the door, the reveal the boy who was rubbing his nose from the door I slammed in his face.
"Howdy..." He whispered through his pain.
I ran and hid behind the stairs.
"Oh, hi. What are you doing here?" Dipper asked.
"It's just that after yesterday's performance I couldn't your friend's laugh outta my head."
"Mabel?" He asked, pointing his thumb to me.
Gideon nodded. "When I saw her in the audience, I thought to myself, 'Now there's a kindred spirit. Someone who appreciated the sparkly things in life.' " he winked at me. "Mabel, I was wondering if we could chat a bit? Perhaps in my dressing room?"
I shook my head slowly from behind the stair rails. Dipper understood, and nodded. He turned to Gideon, "Sorry, she can't."
"Prior engagement?" Gideon guessed.
"Uh... no... you're just weirding her out."
"Oh, I assure you, I won't do her no harm. I just wanna be friends!"
I just shook my head again. "Sorry, not now man." Dipper said.
"Alrighty, then." Gideon said. "Some other time, perhaps!" He waved.
"Yeah..." Dipper stared at him. "Whatever."
I let out a sigh of relief once Dipper shut the door.
"I thought you were over your shyness? You know, you talking on stage at the wax museum?" Dipper asked.
"Well, I WAS, but that was before everyone in the crowd was booing and hissing!"
"They were booing and hissing at Stan for the lack of free pizza!"
"While I was on the stage!"
"But, you were all like, 'oh, I think that went well'."
"I was just SAYING that, so I wouldn't run away and cry in a corner!"
"Well, I have a weird feeling he's not gonna give up."
I sighed. "I have a terrible feeling you're right."
I went for a walk, trying to shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
"Mabel!" I turned around and gasped at the sight of Lil Gideon waving at me.
I tried to act like I didn't see him, but he caught up with me.
"Howdy, Mabel!" He smiled.
I kept looking down at the sidewalk path. I was suddenly interested in how many sidewalk blocks I could count until I got back to the shack.
"I'd still like to chat with you, but we can't very well have a chat without speaking, can we?"
I honestly was starting to feel bad. He just wanted to be friends, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"I see you like colorful sweaters!" He exclaimed. "I have many colorful outfits in my dressing room, and the finest make-up."
"I do like makeovers..." I whispered.
Gideon smiled. "Then it's settled! Let's go!"
He brought me to his dressing room. I gasped.
"See something you like? I do."
"...What?"
I slowly got more comfortable around Gideon. He was becoming an awesome friend. I then went back to the Mystery Shack with my awesome makeover. I saw Dipper lying down on the chair.
"Hey Dipper. What's goin' oooon?" I dangled my manicured fingernails over Dipper's head.
"Whoa, where have you been? And what's going on with those fingernails, you look like a... wolverine."
I smiled. "I know, right? Rahh!" I pretended to scratch something. "I was hanging out with my new pal, Gideon. He is one dapper little man."
"I thought you were creeped out by him?"
"I gave him a chance, he's actually kinda fun."
"Mabel, I don't trust anyone who's hair is bigger than their head."
"Oh, leave him alone! You never want to do girly stuff with me; you and Soos get to do boy stuff all the time!"
"What do you mean?"
Soos then walked in, "Hey dude, you ready to blow up these hot dogs in the microwave one by one?"
"Am I?" Dipper asked excitedly.
They both ran off leaving me alone.
I could hear Dipperin other room. "Ah haha! One-at-a-time! One-at-a-time!"
I sighed and walked away sadly.
"Woah, the view from your family's factory is nuts! Good thing we both brought our..."
Gideon and I spoke together, "Opera glasses!" We laughed.
"Mabel," Gideon spoke. "when I'm up here lookin' down on all those little ol' people, I feel like I'm king of all I survey. I guess that makes you my queen."
"What? You are being so nice to me right now, quit it!" I said, smacking him in the stomach.
"I can't quit it. I am speaking from the heart."
"From the where-now?"
"Mabel, I've never felt this close with anyone. So, so close." He began to pet my hair, and I slapped his hand away... three times. "Heheeh. Heheeh. Heheeh."
"Look Gideon I um... I like you a lot, but let's just be friends."
"At least just give me a chance. Mabel, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"
"A play date?"
Gideon shook his head.
"A shopping date?"
Gideon shook his head again. "It'll just be one lil' ol' date, I swear on my lucky bolo-tie."
"I can't!" I yelled.
"Are you already spoken for?" Gideon asked. "Does you heart belong to another?"
"N-No! I just..."
"Please?" He begged.
"Ummm..." I sighed as Gideon made a cute face. "Ok, then...I guess..."
"Mabel, you have made me the happiest boy in the world." He pulled me into a hug.
"...Are you sniffing my hair?"
"Hey, Dippin' Sauce! You wanna play a video game?" I said, waving my controller in the air and pointing at the TV.
Dipper shrugged, and picked up the other controller. "So what were you and GIDEON doing." He said with disgust, as our game begun.
"Well, first we climbed on top of his family's factory, talking about the view, and then he asked me out on a date."
Dipper stared at me in shock, nearly loosing focus on the game. "You're going on a DATE with GIDEON?"
"It's not a date-date, it's just, you know, I didn't want to hurt his feelings and so I figured I'd throw him a bone."
"Mabel, guys don't work that way. He's gonna fall in love with you." Dipper smirked.
"Oh, and how do YOU know?"
"Um... because I'm a guy."
"And how many girls have you dated and fallen in love with?"
"Well..."
"Ha!" I smiled.
"Okay, but, it could very well happen!"
"Pfft, yeah right. I'm not that lovable." I smiled, As I finally beat Dipper. "Kaboom! Yes!"
"Ok, we agree on something here."
The doorbell rang, and I went to answer door. Suddenly, I was face to face with a horse. I screamed I surprise and fell back. I looked up to see none other than Gideon riding the said animal.
"A night of enchantment awaits, m'lady."
"Oh boy..."
A don't really want to talk about the horse ride, but Gideon took me to a really cool fancy restaurant!
"I can't believe they let us bring a horse in here!" I exclaimed.
Gideon placed his feet on top of the table. "Well, people have a hard time saying no to me."
The waiter soon approached. "Ah, monsieur Gideon! Ze feet on ze table! An excellent choice!"
"Jean Luc, what did we discuss about eye contact?"
The waiter then looked away and walked away. "Yes, yes, very good!"
I gasped "I've never seen so many forks! And water with bubbles in it? Ooh lala, Oui, Oui!"
"Oh! Parlez vous francais?" Said Gideon.
"I have no idea what you're saying."
Dipper
"Hey, hey!" Stan yelled. "What the jackal is Mabel doing in the paper next to that crazy pickpocket Gideon?"
"Oh, yeah, it's like a big deal. Everybody's talking about Gideon and Mabel's big date tonight." Said Wendy, while texting.
"WHAT?! That little shyster is dating my great nephew's girlfriend?!" Stan yelled, storming off.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"What, didn't you two have a... thing?" Asked Wendy.
"What? NO!" I yelled, my eyes widened.
Soos thought to himself, "I wonder what the new name will be for the power couple. Mab-ideon? Gide-abel?" He gasped. "May-gid-bel-eon!"
"I didn't know! I didn't hear about it and plus, I told her not to." I yelled to Stan as he came back.
"This ends tonight. I'm going right down to that little skunk's house; this is gonna stop RIGHT now!" Stan left, slamming the door behind him.
"Dude, wouldn't it be funny if that was a closet, and he had to come back out again and go out the real door?" Soos said. He then opened the door. "Nope. Real door."
Mabel
"And so I said 'Autograph your own head shot lady'." Gideon laughed.
I gave a fake laugh. "Yeah..." I looked down at my dinner plate, as the LIVE lobster pinched my fork.
"Mabel, tonight's date was a complete success. And tommorrow's date promises to top this one in every way!"
My eyes widened in shock and worry. "Woah woah, you said just one date, and this was it."
"Hark! What a surprise! A red crested south american rainbow macaw!"
I screamed and grabbed my lobster for it's safety as a giant macaw landed on Gideon's shoulder.
"Two, three, four..."
I stared as the macaw spoke, "Mabel - will - you - accompany - Gideon - to - the ballroom - dance - this - Thurbday." The macaw squawked as his mistake was realized. "Thursday!" He coughed up a letter and flew away.
I nervously watched the crowd beginning to stare at us.
"They're expectin' us. Please say you'll go." Gideon begged.
"Oh, Gideon, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to say-"
"I'm on the edge of my seat."
"This is gonna be adorable."
"If she say's no, I'll die from sadness."
"I can verify that, that will indeed happen."
The voices, the voices in my head. It wasn't just Gideon I was going to disappoint, it was all his fans. Do I really have to...
"Hey. How'd it go?" Dipped asked, when I came back.
"I don't know... I have a lobster now." I sighed, placing my lobster in the fish tank.
"Well, at least it's over and you'll never have to go out with him again. Mabel? It's over, right? Mabel?"
"BLARG!" I yelled, flailing my arms. "He asked me out again and I didn't know how to say no!"
"Like this - NO."
"It's not that easy, Dipper! And I do like Gideon, as a friend slash little sister. So I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I just need to get things back to where they used to be. You know, friends."
Old Man McGucketwas the gondaleer of the boat Gideon and I were in. Boating. HE TOOK ME BOATING. "Boat in the night! Boat in the night! Wee he he hee!" Said the old man.
"Hah, you know I thought dancing was gonna be the end of the evening, right?" I said, still nervous.
"Don't you want this evenin' to last, my sweet?" Gideon said, grabbing my hands in his.
"NO!" I yelled, pulling away. "I mean yes. I mean I'm always happy to hang out with a friend, buddy, pal, chum, other word for friend..."
McGucket offered, "Pal?"
"I already said pal, uh, mate?"
"How about soulmate?" Gideon whispered.
I gasped as I saw that Gideon had heart-shaped fireworks with my name in them.
McGucket watched the fireworks, too. "Well, you can't say no to that."
I can't, can I?
I just kept pacing back at the shack.
"I mean, he's so nice, but.. I can't keep doing this. But I can't break his heart. Ahh! I have no way out!"
Dipper suddenly walked in, "What in the heck happened on that date?"
"I don't know. I was in the friend zone, and then before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into the romance zone. It was like quicksand! Chubby quicksand!"
"Mabel, come on. It's not like you're gonna have to marry Gideon."
Stanwalked in, wearing a shirt saying 'Team Gideon'. "Great news, Mabel. You have to marry Gideon!"
"WHAT!?" I screamed.
"It's all part of my long term deal with Buddy Gleeful. There's a lot of cash tied up in this thing. Plus I got this shirt." He said, pointing to it. "Ughh, I am fat."
I screamed and ran. I ran from the problems. I ran from my fears. I ran away. And there was only one place to go. I went to the farthest, darkest corner in the attic, and began to cry. Why did I not have the courage to say no to Gideon in the FIRST place? Why am I so stupid?! I cried and lifted my sweater above my head.
Time to go to Sweater-town.
Sweater-town was a place I made up when I was a kid. A place of fun and happiness, where all my dreams came true. That little place every girl makes up when she's five. But, Sweater-town didn't fade into my childhood memories as I grew older. It just turned into a dark and cruel place, where I was all alone. It's where I went to for a good cry. I'm just too nice to Gideon. He's too nice to me! I don't know what I'm going to do.
I heard Dipped's footsteps I knew he saw me hiding in my sweater. "Oh no. Mabel."
"Mabel's not here. She's in sweater town." I said in monotone.
Dipper hesitated, perhaps in surprise. "Are you gonna come out of sweater town?"
I just whimpered and shook my head.
"All right, enough is enough. If you can't break up with Gideon then... I'll do it for you."
I gasped, looking up from my sweater. "You will?"
As he nodded, I felt the darkness of Sweater-town being washed away. I was back, smiling face and all.
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" I yelled, tackling Dipper in a hug. "I love you!"
Dipper seemed to tense up as I said that, but I just kept smiling.
Dipper
The Club. I walked into the restaurant Mabel was supposed to meet Gideon at. I quickly spot him and walk to his table. He seemed focused on his menu, so I cleared my throat to make my presence known.
"Oh. Dipper Pines, how are you? You look good, you look good." Gideon smiled.
"Thanks, you uh...Look, Gideon. We've got to talk. Mabel isn't joining you tonight, she uh, she doesn't want to see you anymore." I laughed nervously. "She's uh.. She's kinda weirded out by you, no offense."
Gideon froze. His eye twitched. "So what you're sayin' is... you've... come between us." His eye twitched again.
"You're not gonna like, freak out or anything, are ya?"
Gideon's look seemed to change entirely as he smiled. "Of course not. These things happen. Bygones, you know."
"So... ok. Cool. Then again, sorry man, but uh, hey, thumbs up. Huh?" I said, walking away.
I then met Mabel outside the restaurant. "How'd it go? Was he mad? Did he try to read your mind with his psychic powers?"
"Don't worry, Mabel, he's just a kid. He doesn't have any powers."
"Hit me, dude!" Soos said, tucking a pillow under his shirt.
Mabel and I charged at Soos and bounced off the pillow giggling.
"Feels good."
"I'm so glad everything's back to normal!" Mabel smiled, just before the telephone rang. "Your turn."
"Your tur- Aww man..." I said, walking inside and answering the phone. "Y'ellow?"
"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper." Said the voice.
"Oh hey man. Sorry for accusing you of murder last week."
"Water under the bridge. Say, we want to interview you about whether you've seen anything unusual about this here town since you've arrived."
"Oh finally! I thought nobody would ever ask!" I said, pulling out my notepad and pencil. "I have notes and theories! Uh huh, uh huh. 412 Gopher Road. Tonight? Got it."
I went to the address Toby Determined had given me, an old warehouse. Why would he want me to met him here? I opened the big door and walked in.
"Hello?" My voiced echoed through the giant room.
I shrugged and turned around. Perhaps I got the address wrong? Toby definitely wasn't here. I gasped as the door shut before I could leave. I banged it, but it wouldn't budge.
Behind me, the light switched on and I turned around to find the lights on a chair. The swivel chair turned around to reveal Gideon, petting a doll of himself.
"Hello friend." He said.
I groaned. "Gideon."
"Dipper Pines. How long have been livin' in this town? A week, two? You like it here? Enjoy the scenery?"
"What do you want from me, man?"
"Listen carefully, boy. This town has secrets you couldn't begin to comprehend."
"Is this about Mabel?" I asked. "I told you, she's not into you!"
"Liar! You turned her against me!" He screamed, holding onto his tie. "She was my peach dumplin'!"
"Uh, you ok, man?"
I was thrown in the air in shock and into some of Gideon's merchandise. "Howdy!" Said one of his toys.
"Readin' minds isn't all I can do." Said Gideon.
"But-but you're a fake."
"Oh tell me, Dipper: is this fake?"
Somehow Gideon began levitating all the merchandise, and I knew I was in trouble.
Mabel
I sat down on the Mystery Shack porch, nervously chewing my hair.
"How's that hair tastin', buddy?" Asked Wendy, as she sat down next to me.
I sighed. "Wendy, I need some advice. You've broken up with guys, right?"
"Oh yeah: Russ Durham, Eli Hall, Stoney Davidson..." Wendy counted off her fingers.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I thought everything was back to normal, but I still feel all gross."
"...Pysche Wirley, Nate Holt, oh, that guy with the tattoos..."
"Maybe letting Dipper do it for me was a mistake. Gideon deserves an honest break up."
"...Danny Feldman, Mark Epston...Oh man, I'm not sure I ever actually broke up with him. No wonder he keeps calling me."
"I know what I've gotta do. Thanks for talking to me, Wendy."
I ran and got my bike, riding it away to Gideon's house. But when I got there, his dad said he was at the factory warehouse. Why would he go... oh, no... where's Dipper?
Dipper
I ran fast as I could from the merchandise being thrown at me. Gideon just laughed evilly and moved a cabinet to smash me. I jumped out of the way and hit my head on the wall.
"Grunkle Stan was right about you, you ARE a monster!" I screamed.
"Mabel will be mine!" He laughed evilly, followed by his doll.
I grabbed a baseball bat from Gideon's merchandise and got up, charging toward him. Gideon levitated me before I got to him and I dropped the bat.
"She's never gonna date you, man!" I screamed for the air.
"That's a lie." He glanced at a box of lamb shears. "And I'm gonna make sure you never lie to me again, friend." I struggled in thin air as he levitated the lamb shears closer and closer to me.
We both froze at the sound of a door opening. "Gideon! We have to talk!"
"M-Mabel. My marshmalla." Gideon said, nervously. He dropped the shears as he turned to face Mabel. "What are you doin' here?"
"I'm sorry Gideon, but I can't be your marshmallow. I needed to be honest and tell you that myself." She said sadly.
"I-I don't understand." He squeezed his amulet, chocking me in mid-air.
"Uh, Mabel?! This probably isn't the best time to be brutally honest with him!" I said, struggling to breathe.
"Hey, but we can still be makeover buddies, right? Wouldn't you like that?" Mabel said, holding Gideon's hands.
"Really?"
"No, not really!" Mabel grabbed his amulet, making me fall. "You were like, attacking my best friend, what the heck!?
"My tie! Give it back!"
Mabel tossed it to me, I caught it. "Ha! Not so powerful without this, are you!?"
Gideon screamed and tackled me, making us both fly out the window.
"Dipper!" I heard Mabel scream.
Gideon and I screamed, having a "fight" in midair, then we saw the ground and starting screaming again. Suddenly, we are levitating two inches above the ground.
We looked up to see Mabel floating down, holding the amulet. "Listen Gideon, it's over. I will never, ever, date you."
"Yeah!" I yelled, as Mabel dropped us on the ground.
Mabel threw the amulet on the ground and it exploded in a puff of green smoke.
"My powers!" Gideon screamed. "Oh this isn't over. This isn't the last you'll see of wittle...ol' me!" He walked backwards into the forest.
"You okay, Dipper?" Mabel asked, turning to me.
I nodded, "Yeah. You?"
Mabel shrugged. "It was fun having him for a friend while it lasted."
"What was so great about him? What about me?" I asked.
Mabel sighed. "It's just that, we never do the stuff that I wanna do. We always do your stuff!"
"Not true!"
"Name one time we did something I wanted to do."
"Well... there... you..." I sighed. "I guess you're right."
Mabel gave a weak smile. "It's okay, Dippin' Sauce. I understand that you just don't wanna do girly stuff."
"Mabel?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna play Pretty Pretty Princess?"
Mabel gasped in delight. "Let's go!"
"And now you can move your piece next to mine!"
"How am I doing?"
"Well, I'm probably gonna win, but you're doing okay."
"So, I'm gonna get the necklace?"
"Nah, probably the bracelet."
"But, I thought the necklace was second?"
"Yeah, and the bracket is for third."
"But, there's only two of us."
"Exactly."
We both laughed. Besides the fact it's meant for girls, the game was actually kinda fun. It was nice to see Mabel so happy.
Stan entered, sighing and putting up a clown painting. "I coulda had it all." Stan then noticed us. We still looked awful after what happened. "What the heck happened to you two?"
"Gideon." Said Mabel.
"Gideon." I agreed.
"Gideon." Stan glared into the distance. "Yeah, the little mutant swore vengeance on the whole family. Ha, I guess he's gonna try to nibble my ankles or somethin'."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, how's he gonna destroy us now, huh? Try to guess what number we're thinking of?" I laughed.
"He'll never guess what number I'm thinking of." Said Mabel. "Negative eight! No one would guess a negative number."
We all laughed as Stan spoke, "Uh, oh. He's plannin' our destruction right now!" He smiled and walked away.
I stared at Mabel as she gave me a smile. "Mabel?" I asked. "You didn't like Gideon more than me, did you?"
Mabel gasped. "Of course not! You're my best friend, Dipper! No one could replace you!"
I smiled. "Thanks."
"But can't decide which was a worse boyfriend. Norman, or Gideon."
I put my hand in my chin in though while staring nowhere in particular. "That's a toughie."
"But thanks for being there for me, Dippin' Sauce."
"Well, you know..." I shrugged.
Mabel just smiled. "Promise you'll help me fight all my boyfriends that are secretly monsters from now on?"
I laughed. "Sure."
I know that was boring. But, I have to change a lot of things in the next episode so that should be more fun.
Thanks for reading, and staying loyal through the long waits for an update.
