Dipper and Mabel made their way to the front door of the large gingerbread house. Mabel knocked on the door. There was no answer.
"Hmm." said Mabel. "Well, Dipper, it looks like you're gonna have to toss me through the window."
"Uh, why?" asked Dipper.
"Because I'm a human cannonball. I'm a trained projectile." said Mabel, striking a pose.
"I guess I meant, why do we need to go in through the window?" asked Dipper.
"Well, nobody's coming to the door, and if we wanna break it, we gotta do it with style!" said Mabel.
Dipper rolled his eyes and opened the front door, walking inside.
"Ah, you're no fun." said Mabel, following her brother into the gingerbread house.
Like the exterior, everything in the house was made gingerbread, chocolate, or various other sweets. There were tables made of peanut brittle, windows made of lollipop material, and the sofa seemed to be a giant cheesecake.
"Hmm." said Dipper, investigating a hat rack made of peppermint. "I wonder, why would somebody want to build a house out of candy this far out in the wilderness, and why would they do it?"
"To have something you could both live in and eat, of course." said Mabel.
Dipper said "You know, something about this seems... familiar."
Dipper then started nervously looking around. "Uh, Mabel, could you check if there's a stove in the kitchen?"
Mabel walked into one of the rooms. "Yeah, but it's made of peppermint. I don't think it'll even turn on."
Dipper breathed a small sigh of relief. "Alright, well if you hear any cackling from outside, keep running and don't stop, alright?"
Mabel walked back into the front hall and nodded. "Can do!'
The two searched the gingerbread house for a while longer. Dipper found things such as a sink with running chocolate and strawberry milk, a bathtub filled with lemonade, a staircase made of peanut brittle, and a curtain made out of licorice. Her periodically took notes on what he saw in an old notepad he kept in his pocket.
Meanwhile, Mabel was apparently still hungry, as she periodically took a bite out of nearby candy furniture.
Eventually, the twins had explored every room in the house except for what appeared to be the master bedroom. The king-sized bed was made of pie, a painting made out of hard candy hung on the wall, and there was a bedside bookshelf. Dipper curious picked up one of the books, which was of course also made of candy, and read through it.
"Dear diary." he read aloud from the book. "Rough work at the sugar mines today. Mr Kuchen's really been hassling me these past few days. Rumor has it that the Golem Mafia's really breathing down his neck. Anyway, the ants kept trying to nibble me on my way home from work, as usual, and I found out that I'm out of cookie cats."
Dipper skimmed a few more pages and remarked "Huh. Whoever lives here is both depressing and confusing."
Mabel took a big bite out of the bed and said "They do have good taste in decor, though!"
Mabel looked through the hole she bit in the bed and said "Hey, I think I see something!" Reaching into the hole, she pulled out a small chest made out of dark chocolate.
She passed it to Dipper, who looked it over and said "I wonder what could be in here that the owner needed to hide it under their... pie... mattress. It looks like this requires some kinda key. Maybe we'll be able to make one out of-"
Mabel promptly took a bite out of the chocolate chest Dipper was holding, leaving a large hole in it.
"Well, I guess this way is faster." said Dipper. Mabel giggled as Dipper reached into the hole in the chest and pulled out a handful of what appeared to be candy-coated pebbles.
"Ooh, those must be pop-rocks!" said Mabel, grabbing them from Dipper. "I bet these must be extra-delicious, since they were hidden and all."
Right about then, the sound of the front door opening could be faintly heard, causing Dipper and Mabel to simultaneously say "Uh-oh."
The two hid in the bedroom's closet as footsteps could be heard in the distance.
"Ahh! Somebody's been taking bites out of my things!" yelled a voice from downstairs. Dipper glared at Mabel, who grinned sheepishly.
"Oh, when I find out who's been biting my possessions, I'm gonna give them such a walloping!"
Dipper and Mabel continued hiding in the closet as the footsteps, which were rather strange sounding, grew closer.
"Any ideas?" whispered Mabel.
"Maybe we could just wait until he leaves." whispered Dipper back.
The footsteps grew steadily louder, and it became steadily apparent that they sounded rather sloppy, as it somebody was stepping through pudding.
Suddenly, the closet door was flung open, and a large man made out of gelatin, wearing clothes made of taffy, and sporting a beard made of gummi worms glared at the kids.
"Ah hah!" he said. "I've found you, perpetrators!" yelled the gelatin man.
"Are you gonna, uh, bake us in your oven?" said Dipper nervously.
"What?" said the gelatin man. "Of course not. I'm gonna give you two a walloping with my candy cane. Which is a cane that's a candy cane."
The gelatin man wander off, muttering "Now to just find where I left it."
Mabel grabbed Dipper's hand, yelling "Now's our chance, let's get the heck outta here!"
Mabel ran deeper into the closer, Dipper getting dragged along with her. She lowered her head and braced herself as she ran right into the wall. Due to her wearing a helmet, and the wall being made of gingerbread, she broke through the wall without much difficulty, and the twins fell out of the house and onto the hill which provided a fortunately soft landing on account of being made of brownie.
Dipper and Mabel quickly took off running in the general direction of their circus destination, not stopping to catch their breaths until they were sure they weren't being followed.
"Wow, that was a close one." said Dipper, stopping for a breather.
"Sure was." said Mabel. "But we didn't leave empty-handed."
Mabel plucked a few small objects from her hair, and presented them to Dipper, revealing them to be the pop-rocks found in the chocolate chest.
"Tah-dah! I stuck these in my hair right before we hid in the closet." said Mabel triumphantly. "Want any?"
"Eh, no thanks." said Dipper.
"Suit yourself." said Mabel with a shrug, tossing them into the air and catching them in her mouth. "Ooh, they really do pop in your mouth!" she giggled.
The twins continued to set off through the forest towards the circus. After a few minutes, though, Mabel seemed to be walking slower. She clutched her stomach in pain.
"Ugh, Dipper." she said. "I don't feel so good."
"It's probably just from all the candy you've been eating." said Dipper. "You'll be able to lie down when we get home."
"No, it's not just that." said Mabel, kneeling down and clutching her stomach more. She let out a weak whimper of pain and said "I... REALLY don't feel well..."