Dreamworks Troublemakers

I watched Dipper eat. Boy he was hungry!

He gobbled all the food up, fries to roast chicken. "Slow down there, brobro. The restaurant might run out of food," I told him. Dipper gulped down some cola. "Sorry. It's natural to be hungry after dying."

I laughed. He made it sound like we were ghosts come back to life.

Well, we technically are. Maybe it's because of

V~A~M~P~I~R~E~S~!

I bet the hot doctor was a vampire. He probably bit me coz I'm I~R~R~E~S~I~S~T~A~B~L~E.

"Mabel's right, Dipper. You might choke on something," Wendy chided. Wendy was sitting beside Soos beside Stan who was in front of me beside Dipper.

Directions are fun.

Dipper slowed down and mumbled a small "fine" to Wendy.

Aren't they cute, Mabel?

They're adorable, Mabel!

Oh Mabel, I love how we always agree on things!

It's like we're the same person!

You know what they say! "Great minds think alike!"

"Heesh," Grunkle Stan said over his 'phone'. Soos leaned in to see what the phone said. "Who's it from?"

"My brother. I haven't seen him in days, and I don't know where he is, but he just told me to sacrifice grilled cheese to a norse god," Grunkle Stan replied. "Waiter! One grilled cheese! To go!"

I put down my pizza slice. "Grampa? How is he?" I asked.

"He's fine. Just had something Christmassy to do," Stan answered.

Stanswered!

The waiter came to our table and gave Stan the grilled cheese in a paper bag. "Thank you!" Stan took the bag gladly. "Wait!" I said as he stood up. "You're still coming to my party tonight, right?"

"Of course! Sacrificing grilled cheese would only take a minute, and I'm sure there's a lot of money to get from your party." He ruffled my hair. As he stepped out of the restaurant, Dipper spoke up. "Speaking of money, wasn't Stan supposed to pay for all this?"

"Yeah..." Soos smiled. One second passed...

"GRUNKLE STAN!"

We stood up to see him hastily running away. We started chasing him.

Merry Christmas!

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"No!" Pinetree exclaimed. He went out of Mabel's memory of December 25. "I don't understand. I went through all her memories with the new Dipper. There isn't a trace of malice!"

He took out his notebook and started scribling down more thoughts and observations.

"You know, Pinetree," Bill said from ontop of the innermost shield, "You're getting absolutely nowhere with all that."

"Yeah, I know," Pinetree waved him off, irritated. "I came by a sea urchin that had the same problem," Bill mused. "At that very playground, I found this depressed tarsier. Do you know how rare it is to find a tarsier that's perfectly happy? See, that's why they're endangered, Kiddo- They're suicidal! In other news, dinosaurs were extinct at the fault of a superior race that then evolved into every being on earth."

Pinetree rubbed his brow in confusion. Bill's animal facts were getting his thoughts messed up. "What... is a tarsier?"

Bill stretched. "Now you're getting me depressed. Those things are so cute, you could pluck their eyes out and make it an amulet!"

"You know what? Just shut up or I'll... blast you to the moon, or something."

"The moon isn't real."

Pinetree ignored that and started pacing around. "Dipper...Dipper is evil. Mabel doesn't know, and you won't tell me about him-"

"I could-"

"-without a bargain."

"How are you sure-"

"Demon-customer confidentiality. You mentioned it on Demonopoly," Pinetee interrupted him.

Bill laughed loudly. "Aww, you can hear me!"

Pinetree pretended not to hear him. He scanned his notes for the umpteenth time.

If I can't see it from Mabel's point of view, I have to use somebody else's. That includes going out the shield...

"Wheee!" Bill slid down the shield. He landed on the underside of the spherical shield and started sliding up. Pinetree quickly and quietly exited the shield so he wouldn't notice. He locked the door behind him and was immediately sideswiped by a sliding Bill. He ended up on the triangle's lap.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Pinetree shrieked in terror. "Too fast!"

Bill changed the direction of gravity. They slid diagonally up, even faster. "BIIIIILLLLLL!"

The demon only laughed, clearly having fun. "Uh- I'm going to a different planet and- and you can come!" Pinetree bargained.

"Wheee!" Bill exclaimed, not seeming to have heard him.

"I'll let you cause mischief on the planet! I'll help you!"

At the last sentence, Bill lifted Pinetree from the shield. "Really? Yay!" he rejoiced. Pinetee wobbled on his feet.

"Whose mind are we gonna destroy?" Bill asked giddily. Pinetree put on a determined look. "Vincent," he stated.

"Then follow the demon, Kid! To the promised land!"

And off they went.

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There were less trees in that part of the dark woods. The moon did not shine on Gravity Falls. It certainly would not shine on Dipper Pines. Dipper sat in an indian sit position at the center of the area. He had a flashlight in hand. Taped to the front of the glass was a red crystal.

He turned the flashlight on and pointed it to a mosquito. It enlarged until it could no longer carry itself with its own wings.

Grow...

The mosquito crawled away. Dipper turned the crystal over and pointed the flashlight at a towering tree. It immediately went smaller and smaller.

Shrink.

Dipper stood up. Everything seems to be in place. He took out a tattered old book from his hood (that he was using as a pocket.) A six fingered hand shone at him from the cover. Journal number three.

He turned to a page. Regarding. . . Zombies.

"Consurgit, diabolus dominium"His voice rang out clear and powerful. "dominus mundi"

Before he even finished chanting, the ground cracked and opened. A stiff, rotten arm rose up from the crack. It was attatched to a corpse with glowing green eyes. An army of them climbed out of the earth. They were nearly almost dead but not quite.

Dipper stood firm. An army is exactly what I need.

They lunged for him. As soon as they were far enough from the crack, Dipper flashed the light on them. They shrank, but Dipper realized the problem: He had to shine the light on them long enough for them to shrink to the right size. Judging from the fact that every one of those zombies wanted to eat his brain, he hadn't enough time.

Still flashing the light on the zombies, he took out a cellphone. He dialed and waited.

Rrring!

Rrring!

"Hello, this is Jeff speaking."

"Bring lots of large mirrors to the heart of the woods-where I am," Dipper commanded.

"Sir? But why-"

"NOW!" Dipper ended his call and put the crllphone back in his pocket. He dodged the zombies, shrinking them two at a time. He recited some spells to make them temporarily slower. A zombie grabbed his ankle. He kicked its head off and shrank the body.

Cautious not to step on the small zombies, he ran through the army, shining light on them as he passed. He had already shrunken a lot of zombies, but there were more.

Jeff arrived with the army of gnomes. "Sir, is everything- What the- ZOMBIES!"

Dipper shouted at them "Do as I say! Surround them with those mirrors."

Though panicking, the gnomes followed Dipper's instructions. Dipper computed the best angle to use and shone the flashlight that way. In an instant, the Shrinking light was everywhere. The mirrors reflected the light to the zombies and served as shields for the gnomes and Dipper.

"Stop," Dipper commanded once he thought the zombies were small enough. "Help me stuff them all in this chest."

He took out a tiny chest from his pocket and enlarged it with the flashlight. They gathered the zombies and locked them in it.

"Why do you need these zombies, sir?" Jeff asked.

"None of your concern," Dipper coldly stated. He pocketed the key and the reshrunken chest.

"Wait," Jeff called before Dipper could leave. The gnome cleared his throat.

"Don't I, um-we, deserve a reward?" he tried in a high voice. Dipper tilted his head.

"A reward?" He let out a loud exhale that could have been a laugh.

"Well, I suppose so," he considered.

The gnomes raised their heads. Dipper continued. "I send you on a special mission. Bring who you want to bring. If you accomplish this task, I'll make you and whoever you brought to help you grow taller," Dipper told Jeff while waving his flashlight.

Jeff rubbed his hands together greedily. "Well, heheh, you got yourself a deal," the gnome proclaimed. "What's the mission?"

Dipper summoned another portal using the Gateway spell. It led to a garden in front of a house.

"Get my sister to break up with a guy named Vincent," Dipper said.

"What?"

"You figure out which one he is. I'm busy." Dipper left the gnomes to do their mission. He used the old Dipper's memory to find his way to an abandoned shack. He had an army of dinosaurs he wanted to collect too.

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"Oh man! You're telling me that that's Vincent's planet?" Pinetree asked, amusement thick in hs voice.

"Yup!" Bill stood akimbo right beside Pinetree who was reduced to fits of laughter. Bill looked at the planet. It was lavender and small. Small enough to fit in Pinetree's hands. That was puny.

"You'd be surprised, Pinetree. Not a lot of planets here are as big as Shooting Star's and No-name's," Bill informed in his usual happy voice. Pinetree tumbled over in the air.

"Alright, yeah. I won't judge," he smiled, raising his hands. "But... how do we get in? It's so small!"

"Yeah, unfortunately. It's rather we change our size or we'll just have to get in his mindscape."

"Mindscape it is! How do we do this, Bill?" Pinetree looked at Bill expectantly. Bill in turn straightened his hat and bowtie in an gesture of thought.

"Hm, We start by joining hands, I suppose," he instructed. Pinetree took his hand, eager to get on with it. Bill's eyes narrowed mischievously at him. "Enjoying yourself huh, Kid?"

Pinetree shot him an annoyed look. "Just hurry up."

"I'm just kidding. We don't need to hold hands."

Before Pinetree could even question, Bill scooped the planet into his tophat. He placed his hat over his arm and it exploded like a canon. It shot out a gigantic ribbon that stretched to cover everything they could see but them. Images faded into view on the ribbon. They could walk into the images too. And just like that, they entered Vincent's mind.

Pinetree rubbed his head for a few seconds. "Wow," he blinked. Bill put his hat back on and glanced at Pinetree. "You can let go now," he said, a trace of smugness in his voice. Pinetree was about to ask what he meant until he noticed that he was still holding Bill's hand. He let go.

"Vincent's mind," Pinetree thought out loud. As he said it, a basketball zoomed past his ear. He looked around and immediately ducked. A hundred basketballs zoomed over his head like missiles let loose at a battle. Pinetree watched them fly towards a robot with excellent Nike shoes. Deafwning music started playing. The song had too much electric guitar and vocals that kept repeating the same words. "Aah! Such horrible taste!" Bill screamed.

"What's happening?" Pinetree shouted in return while covering his ears. Covering your ears will never work. "He's dreaming," Bill said.

"It's a nightmare!"

"Usually, the door out is behind the stairs."

The dream was in a football stadium. All the seats were technically just bigger stairs. Pinetree started shooting blindly everywhere, a madman's screech as battlecry. Bill dragged him through a tunnel that was revealed after one of his shots. Unce they were far enough from that horrible noise, Bill dropped him. "Real smooth, Pinetree."

Pinetree's expression was a cross between angry and embarrassed.

"We got out," he stated defensively.

Vincent's mind was a mix of his house and his school. Each classroom was filled with a group of closely related memories in the desks. "His mind is more organized than yours ever was!" Bill joked. Pinetree ignored him and walked around. There were classrooms dedicated to 'Friends', 'Nerds', 'Enemies', 'Olympics'...

The entire school gym was enclosed and dedicated to 'Girls'. It made echoes of female giggling. One voice, Pinetree recognized, was Mabel's. He scowled. "How do we get to the most recent ones?" he asked Bill.

"Mmm, It doesn't work like that, Kid. He doesn't arrange his memories by date," Bill explained.

"Only way is..." he floated atop the gym and poofed up neon arrow lights. Each arrow pointed at the gym. The female giggling echoed louder.

"No," Pinetree whispered with a look of despair. "Not like this."

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"That is a distasteful idea, Jason! There are only two ways to do this. We kill Mabel, or we kill Venison."

"Vincent," someone corrected.

"Vincent," Jeff agreed. Another gnome raised his hand. "What?" Jeff adressed him.

"We could kill them both," he suggested.

"Both! Both is good, both is great-Great idea, Carson! You're a genius!" Jeff turned around, brow furrowed in thought. "Now how do we commit a murder?" he wondered.

The five gnomes started rubbing their chins and shaking their heads.

"This is hopeless," Jeff admitted.

"Shmebulak," Shmebulak cried.

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Pinetree slammed the gym door shut behind him. "Bill," he gasped desperately. "Bill, delete my memories of that. I did NOT need to know what he thinks of Mabel."

Bill settled down beside him. "Did you need to know what he did with the girls before Shooting Star?" he asked teasingly. Pinetree felt sick. He barfed out chunks of flesh.

"You just barfed yourself out!" Bill laughed.

"Sick! How does that even happen in the Mindscape?"

"Happens when I'm around!"

Pinetree pulled his hat down to cover his eyes. He felt so sick that even his eyes were passing out. When he finally got to compose his thoughts, he flailed his hand around in Bill,s general direction. "Okay, so the- the memories of his with Mabel... that include the new Dipper... Well, we learned he threatens a lot and..." he opebed his eyes. "Knife. He attempted to kill Vincent."

At a party in Vincent's memory, it was clear that he was paying more attention to... other things, but that did not stop his peripheral vision catching the image of Dipper holding a knife.

"Dipper wanted to kill him," Pinetree stated. Bill examined his nail-less fingers.

"So what? You would've too. What makes this such a big deal?" he asked.

Pinetree glared at Bill. "You tell me. You would know- You made the deal."

"I'd gladly give you information! You just have to repay me for it."

Pinetree got out his notebook and wrote down observations. After, he wrote down a bunch of theories. "Pinetree..." Bill whined.

"What?" Pinetree didn't spare him a glance.

"When do we cause mischief again?"

Pinetree finished writing. On a normal ('normal' probably isn't the best choice of word) occassion, Pinetree would've outright refused, but this was different. This was Vincent's mind, and Pinetree sure did loathe Vincent. "He's still dreaming, right?" he asked.

"Yup!" Bill chirped energetically. "Does that mean now?"

Pinetree kept his notebook. "Sure does."

Bill grabbed Pinetree's arm hurriedly, but gently to his surprise. They flew way up over the school, through many clouds and stars. "Can you see his dream from up here?" Bill asked him.

Pinetree stared down. He didn't have to squint, for his sight just seemed to close up on the robot in the stadium. "Yeah," he replied.

"Then it's time to change scene, don't you think?" Bill asked playfully, his eye turning blue with energy. He opened his arms drammatically, causing a flash of blue to blow upon the previous dream. It was replaced with what Pinetree recognized was Vincent's house.

It was very creepy and dark, save for the fires burning it down. There were bats flying around, and in the house was... The Hide Behind?

"Bats?" Pinetree asked. Bill looked happy. "He's terrified of them."

Pinetree kept that in mind.

Vincent was visibly standing outside his house. Even from afar, Pinetree could notice his fear. Bill raised a hand, then a thunderstorm accumulated. Before he could send it at Vincent, Pinetree stopped him. "Wait," the boy said. Bill oaused, clearly annoyed. "Pinetree..."

"The nightmare should be related to Mabel so that he'd be so afraid of her, they'd break up.

Bill stared at him, speechless. He had probably expected Pinetree to go back on his happened instead caught him off guard. "Whoa, Kiddo! I'm Impressed! You're not such a killjoy after all!" he 'complimented'.

"No need to rack your brains this time, Bill," Pinetree smirked. "I've got an idea."

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Everything was dark. So dark.

Vincent sat up on his bed. He didn't feel like sleeping any longer. What he did feel was like he was being watched. He anxiously scanned his room for any presence. From what he could make out, there was no one in sight.

He heard a sound of wood creaking. He inhaled, sitting upright. Another creak sliced through the deafening silence. Vincent realized: It was coming from his own bed. His eyes met a figure crouching at the edge of his mattress. He stopped figure stretched onto his sheets. He saw a hand and felt it touch his foot. He tried to scream, to at least move away, but he was paralyzed.

The figure crawled unto him, and he felt that it was ice cold. It's spidery fingers found their way to his arm, then his cheek. He saw it's face-it's eyes were a void of darkness. There was a flash of white: teeth. It was beaming. It spoke clear and high pitched.

"I love you."

The tense air subsided. He was no longer frozen, nor frightened when he figured out who it was.

"Mabel?" he recognized. She hugged him, making him sigh. "You...startled me," he said.

"I'm sorry," she said beside his ear. He moved away from her and got off his bed.

"Something wrong?" she asked as he put on his shoes. Vincent chose his words carefully.

"No, I just wanted to go for a walk. Some me-time, you know?"

Truth be told, Voncent never really loved Mabel. She was attractive, but they were both young. Love didn't matter yet. What did that word even mean?

"I love you," she said again. Vincent nodded. "I know," he replied, not knowing what to say. He walked out the door. "Don't leave me," she begged. "I'll be back," he assured her. He quickly walked down the stairs, obviously trying to get away from her. He didn't like her when she was so clingy.

He reached the base of the stairs and felt a cool breeze. He glanced at the kitchen windows. They were shut tight. He dismissed the fact and turned back to the door. He jumped in fear. A few inches in front of him, she stood, blocking his way.

"Don't leave me," she said louder. The words echoed through his house. It sent a chill down his spine. "Vincent," she called him. Never before was he so afraid of hearing his own name.

"Mabel," he managed.

"I've counted every single time you left me. I love you so much," she told him. She slowly pulled up her sleeves, her arms were covered with numerous tally marks, made by a knife. They bled and bled, trickled down her pale skin. She took out a dagger and smiled at him. She sliced her skin once more, the wound became a fountain of red. Vincent tried to back away, but she caught his wrist. "Count them," she insisted. "Count them."

Vincent was horrified of her wounds, but he could not tear his eyes away.

"Hurry up, because there's so much more! I love you so much!" She used her free hand to lift her sweater. On her belly were huge bleeding cuts. Tally marks again. She pulled his hand towards them. She was unusually strong. He was forced to feel them bleed. She cut one more line. It was the longest and deepest. It was so deep that her internal organs piked out. He backed away, but her strength kept him in place.

"I love you," she said. He reached for something-anything. He managed to take a picture frame off the wall. In one swift motion, he swung it at her head. She fell to her knees with her neck bent at an unusual angle. He dropped the frame and stumbled back.

He had just killed her. Oh God, he had just killed her. He had to hide the body. He grabbed her shoulder but was frozen in place when a hand grasped his wrist. Mabel's neck cricked. It tried it's best to face him.

"Vincent."

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"So this is Vincent?" Jeff asked. The gnomes stood beside the boy's bed. He trembled and whimpered in his sleep as if he were hacing a nightmare. "Yeah, that's him, boss," Steve stated.

"Well, that went okay. That leads to the next problem. How do we commit a murder?" Jeff said.

They all sighed in despair. "I wish we knew," Steve shook his head. "You know what to do when you have a wish," Jason randomly blabbered, "Go to the wishing well."

"Well, we don't have any pennies, Jason," Jeff scolded him. Jason looked deeply offended.

"Maybe he has some, boss," Carson gestured to Vincent. Jeff smiled. "Always the genius, aren't you, eh Carson? Check his wallet!"

The gnomes followed his command, Jason grumbling the whole time. They climbed ontop of each other to reach Vincent's wallet on the desk. Steve was at the top. "I've got his wallet," he called down. He opened it and sniffed it all over.

"The guy's got no coins," he said bitterly. "Just bucks and a fake driver's license. Would that count? 'Vincent... Coinne'," Steve read.

"Wait, wait," Jeff started. "Did you say 'Coin'? His last name is 'Coin'?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Bingo!" Jeff danced, making all the other gnomes fall over. "We've got just the penny we need!" he rejoiced.

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"Didn't know you had it in you," Bill told Pinetree. Pinetree laughed as they exited Vincent's mind. "Neither did I," he admitted. "Well then, Kid. What's your plan now?"

Pinetree flew ahead of him. "The breakup isn't complete yet, Bill."

They arrived at Mabel's planet. Pinetree directly went in the shields, but surprisingly, Bill didn't follow. "I'll be back," Pinetree told him. He had to mess with another dream. He locked all the doors behind him. Once he was on the planet, he sunk into it-into her Mindscape. It was way easier than Vincent's because it wasn't that small.

Mabel,s dream was blindingly colorful and flashy. Rainbows here, hot boys there. Pinetree wondered if she overdosed on SmileDip again (the daily dosage was negative eight)

Pinetree concentrated his mindpower to change his form to someone Mabel would listen to. He felt his hands morph into paws and his head grow a tail. Now he was a neon green kitten with humongous eyes. With every move, he sparkled with glitter. He was so glad Bill wasn't there to see.

"Mabel," he called softly and sweetly. Everything else in her world stopped moving. "Mabel!"

Mabel looked in his direction. "Dipper?" She followed his voice and found him. "Aww! A kitten," she squeed. Pinetree thought of how long he had spent in the Mindscape. He didn't ever forget her face. He couldn't resist hugging her.

"Mabel," he sighed fondly. She hugged him back. "You're so cute!" They stayed like that for a while until he recalled what he was there for. "I come to warn you!" he blurted. She gasped. "What is it, oh adorable one?"

Pinetree tried his best to fit the title. "You should break up with Vincent!"

"Why?" Mabel asked, puzzled.

"Because he's an arrogant bastard-I mean, because he isn't your true love! He is not worthy to have someone as...special...as you," Pinetree told her. "There are plenty other fish in the sea, and you can eat them with other boys in the world. Before you pick any of them, you must first ask-"

Pinetree almost said 'your brother', but he remembered Dipper was evil. "-Pacifica," he finished.

Mabel blinked at him for a while then smiled. "Well, of you say so! I'm sure following a wittle kitty is the best option!" She started petting him, and Pinetree had to admit it felt good. He felt one hand, then two, then three... Whoa, what?

Did Mabel have three hands? Who else knew about this?

He looked around to see the third hand belonged to a blond young man with an eyepatch.

"He is cute, isn't he?" the man asked Mabel. Pinetree immediately ripped himself from Mabel's planet. "Bill!" He shouted. Bill, in his human form, appeared beside him. "Yes, Pinetree?"

"How did you get in?!"

"I forced myself in. Yeesh, Pinetree! I'm not that weak."

"Out! Now!"

"Wait just a second-"

"Stay out of my sister's planet, Cipher!"

Satan's concentration was disturbed by the noise they were making. Thus, the prevention of World War III.

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Mabel awoke to a loud honk. "Gah! What?" she jolted. She was in the middle of the road, almost getting run over by a ten-wheeled truck. Though she was lying down, she was still moving towards the other side of the street. It was as if she was being carried by a bunch of small, bearded men. Which she was.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!" She trashed around, but the gnomes quickly restrained her.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"

They had to hold her down in a quiet playground. "Hello, Mabel," Jeff bitterly greeted. He stood at her belly so she could see him. "Jeff," she said darkly. "For the last time, I will not be your queen!"

"Relax. It's not about that."

"Then what?"

"We're here to kill you."

"WHAT?"

She used all her power to kick two gnomes in the face. She jumped onto her feet, making the other three stumble. She headed for the tall slide. "Stay away!"

The gnomes hissed like wild animals. Their teeth looked sharper than Mabel last remembered. Jeff pointed a sharply ended finger. "Sieze her!"

The gnomes got on all fours to run to her. "Oh dang," she cussed. She vowed to keep her grappling hook with her at all times after that.

So no grappling hook, no weapons, no Dipper. What now?

A gnome leapt at her from behind. It pulled her hair, making her scream and fall to the floor. She tried to punch it away, but the other gnomes were too fast. They kept her down with hands, feet and teeth. She growled in pain. "GO AWAY!"

The gnomes were shot with beams of fire that came from nowhere. They were the ones howling in pain this time. The grass around Mabel was scorched black, three meters in radius. She stood up and looked at her reflection on the slide. She yelped.

Her eyes were glowing crimson. "Wow," she laughed. "I didn't know I could do that."

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Dipper got out of his room when he heard the clatter of plates and pans. He sniffed the air.

Bacon.

"Smells good, Mabel." His voice faltered when he caught sight of the kitchen table. A wet and frightened-to-near-death Vincent on a chair, and a cage of angry gnomes on another. Dipper, thinking of nothing else to do, pulled his own chair and sat.

He looked at Vincent. The guy was shaking. He stayed at the farthest chair from Mabel, who was cooking. It looked as if he was terrified of her. "Mabel, care to explain?" he asked.

"Dipper!" she smiled fondly. "Okay, so last night, the gnomes abducted me to kill me-"

"WHAT?"

"-then it turns out: I have super powers! I used that to get information outta them. They told me that they drowned Vincent in a well, so I went to Vincent's house and I found his head stuck in the toilet bowl! Apparently, that was the nearest thing they found to a well. So I brought him here, and now we're all having breakfast!"

Dipper glared at the gnomes. Their minds read 'Help us!'

"Why did you try to kill my sister," he whispered shrilly to Jeff. "W-well, we thought, what better way to break them up than to kill them both?"

Dipper used his magic to strangle them. "Vincent," Mabel said from the stove, making Vincent twitch. "I'm sorry, but... We have to breakup."

Dipper dropped the gnomes in surprise. What...?

"Yes, okay!" Vincent agreed eagerly. Dipper stood up. "I'm going to get rid of the gnomes."

When he was out of sight, he opened a portal. "I don't know how you did it, but fine."

He threw them into the portal, then he threw his flashlight after them.

"Knock yourselves out," he stated.

"Thanky you!" Jeff squeaked. "But why did you want them to break up anyway?" he asked.

Dipper smirked. "Because Mabel is mine."

The portal closed.

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Author's Note: Thankyou for all the nice reviews! You guys are the best!

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