Here's just some quick sibling shenanigans. Enjoy! - SGA
"Dipper? Dipper! Dipperrrrrr!" The boy could hear his sister's singsong calls ringing all the way down from the attic bedroom. He hopped off their Grunkle Stan's old golden-yellow recliner and began ascending the creaky stars.
"Coming!" Dipper called back. "What is it?"
"I need help!"
"Help with what?"
"I just found a tear in my llama hair sweater! A big one! Could you help me do a sweater-scan?" She asked. "It looks like I'm overdue!"
By this point Dipper had almost made it all the way to their shared bedroom, but as soon as she dropped this particular request he ground to a dead stop. There were few ordeals he dreaded more than a full-scale sweater scan. If he said yes, then that would mean at least two hours spent standing around with his noodle arms outstretched while his twin would fit her sweaters over him, meticulously check them all for any rips or holes, and then make any necessary repairs before repeating the process, one by one by one by one. Just the very thought of being her mannequin yet again made his limbs ache a little.
"Ohhhh no."
"Please?" She shamelessly pled. "Pleeeeease For me?"
"Do I have to?" He wearily demanded. "Can't you just check them over yourself?"
"Nooo, they have to be fitted over something! Otherwise I won't be able to see everything as well!"
"Can't you use anything in the exhibits?" He tried to bargain. The boy was pretty sure that the stuffed "Franken-Badger" would probably be just right size for the job.
"No, it has to be you! C'monnnnn, you're my body double, bro-bro! You're just the guy I need for the job!"
Dipper just groaned, making no secret whatsoever how much he loathed this particular activity. Mabel however had apparently anticipated reluctance from him. A squeaky giggle rang out from upstairs.
"Okay, okay, Mabel gets what's going on here. So would you say that you'd only do it for me….when pigs fly?"
An awkward silence followed. Her puzzled brother replied. "I...I guess, yeah. But why-"
A sudden crash followed by a distressed yelp nearly made him nearly jump out of his skin. The boy instinctively bolted up to the attic without a second thought. Dipper charged through the door and was immediately sent sprawling when he tripped over a toppled stepladder His timing proved to be simultaneously great and absolutely terrible all at once, because just a split second later he was cushioning his sister's landing. Mabel plummeted into him from high above, squeezing the air from his skinny body in a massive rush.
"Dipper!" She yelped. Hastily she leapt off her flattened twin and began the arduous process of gently peeling him up off the floor. "I'm sorry! Sorrysorry! Are you okay?"
"I'll be alright….I hope." He groaned as she helped him back onto his feet. Ever the dutiful brother, he then checked. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said sheepishly. "Thanks."
"No problem...I think." He winced. "So...what just happened here?"
The boy took stock of the situation. High above their heads, Waddles appeared to be his usual docile and happy self in spite of the fact that he was dangling aloft with the help of some heavy rope, with one end tied around a ceiling beam and the other wrapped securely his chubby stomach. One of the two cardboard wings that had been taped to his back tumbled off and fell down at the twins' feet.
Mabel flashed her brother an apologetic smile. "This idea sounded way, way, waaaaaaay better in my head…"