Chapter 21
Mabel cried again in her sleep for the rest of the night. Dipper tried to console her, but it was no use.
...
"Are we going to get an army or what?" Mabel asked the next morning.
"Yes. The most powerful army two twelve-year-old kids can get. We need people that're good with a gun and can move pretty fast." Dipper answered. "But where we're supposed to find an army like that I don't know."
"But where are we going to find a gun?" Mabel asked.
"I wasn't really planning on killing anyone, Mabel." Dipper answered.
"Not killing. Threatening." Mabel said.
"Good point." Dipper replied. "In that case, how about... a place that sells guns?"
...
"What are you kids doin' here?" the cashier with a name tag that read, 'Gus' asked.
"Shopping." Dipper replied plainly.
"Shoppin'!?"
"We're fighting this evil girl in a war with guns and blood and all that good stuff to get back what she stole so we can be happy again, and guess what I'm going to do with..." As Mabel babbled to Gus, Dipper walked past the aisles of guns in awe. He'd never been in a gun store before, and it gave him a superior feeling. He soon found a sleek black gun and read the label carefully. Since they were small, they were only $79 each. Still, it ran him some money, so his army was going to have to come with their own guns. He walked up to Gus.
"Sir, we'll take two of those black ones in the back." he said.
"And you expect me to be fixin' to do that?" Gus asked. "You look a little... young," and he burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry you find us funny, but we're in a hurry. okay?" Dipper exclaimed.
"You kids don't look a day over nine!" Gus laughed, wiping his eyes. Dipper's face reddened.
"Nine!? We are not nine!" he shouted.
"Well then how old are you?" Gus asked, amused.
"Not nine!"
"Now that I don't believe. And anyway, to purchase anything in this store, I need to see a permit or and ID." Gus replied.
"What do we do now!?" Dipper whispered.
"It's easy." Mabel whispered back. "We have our fake ID's, remember?"
"This guy is pretty smart, though." Dipper replied.
"For a home-owned gun shop guy?"
"Good point. Again." Dipper said, then raised his voice. "Here. We have our ID's." He handed them to Gus. He sighed.
"Works for me." he said.
...
Dipper and Mabel were soon walking home with a bag that read, 'Thanks for visitin', darlin'!' Dipper turned the gun over in his hands. He had never held one before. It was heavy and smooth and felt most of all... powerful.
"I can't believe we just bought guns!" Mabel said gleefully.
"Me neither!" Dipper replied, laughing. "And I don't think Mel would believe it either!" Mabel nodded.
"We're going to beat her." she said.
"Good always wins against evil, in the end." Dipper replied, smiling. "Every time."