Just a small slice-of-life bit to help smooth over the most recent episode! - SGA


It was the end of another workweek, and like any Friday night, that meant take-out and a movie at Mabel's house. Dipper was finishing up a quick phone conversation as he pulled into his twin's driveway at his usual time.

"...So, I just called in a large cheese and a large pepperoni at Tony's a few minutes ago. Think you can pick them up on the way over?"

"No problemo. I'll clock out in about twenty and grab the grub. See you doofuses soon!" Wendy affectionately bid goodbye.

"See you." Dipper just literally ended the call when he seemed to have been suddenly transported into a science fiction movie. A loud wet explosion filled the air, and he looked up just in time to watch fluorescent green goop literally explode out of the kitchen windows.

"What the-"

Another batch of the otherworldly-looking ooze fired out at an alarmingly high velocity out the open windows. A panic like none other instantly coursed through Dipper's veins. Within moments he managed to imagine up at least a half-dozen different horrifying scenarios that could be taking place inside the little house at that very moment. By the time he undid his seat belt, he had already half-convinced himself that some shapeless trans-dimensional horror had just materialized in his sister's kitchen. It wouldn't have been the strangest thing to happen to them. The young man transformed into a living blur as he hurtled towards the house.

"Mabel! MABEL!"

He was just reaching for the doorknob when he heard the confused little squeak calling out to him from the car.

"Da-ee? Da-eeee!"

Dipper's parental instinct sent him racing back to fetch Phoebe, even as thick green gloop continued dripping out the windows down the sides of the house. He moved so fast that by the time he figured out what he was doing, his legs were already carrying him through the door.

"Wait!" The horrified father yelped to his child. "Why am I bringing you TOWARDS the-"

He tried turning himself right around. Unfortunately he didn't find one single scrap of traction on the ooze-covered linoleum. he slipped, and for a very unfortunate moment he found himself completely parallel with the floor. There was a loud thud as he landed back-first with his puzzled daughter still held aloft. Suddenly he found himself lying smack in a puddle of the mysterious glop. Fresh terror tore through his system as he simultaneously tried to climb back to his feet and keep the baby safely out of the terrible ooze's reach, all while calling out to his sister.

"Mabel! Mabel? Ma-"

Slime-drenched appendages descended on him from above, and the young man let out a started yell. Thankfully it was no trans-dimensional abomination. Before he knew it he was standing back up and looking into the smile of his green glop-covered twin .

"You called?" Mabel laughed, looking cheery as could possibly be regardless of the fact that green slime coated nearly every exposed surface of her kitchen.

"What the…." Dipper gawked at the spectacular disaster.

"Could you just give juuust a minute? We're almost done!" Mabel very sweetly requested. He just nodded dumbfoundedly as she bounced back to the kitchen counter. Her two tots scrambled back to the stools they had been blown off by the force of the blast just a minute earlier. Meanwhile she wiped off her glasses, then brushed the ooze from the small camera she had set up.

"Okay, recording again in threeee….twooooo…..one! Wow! We've really made a little bit of a mess here, haven't we?" She cheerfully understated to her twins. Now that they were back in camera shot, both grinned and nodded furiously.

"The ooky is everywhere, Mommy!" Finn was nothing but laughs while he scraped some out of his hair. A hefty glop of it dripped down from the ceiling and right onto his mother's ear, triggering a hearty giggle out of her.

"It sure is. But at least all you loyal viewers out there can use this as a good lesson. When doing any arts and crafts activity, always, always make sure to double-check your measurements. But just in case you get a teensy careless while you're reading a recipe, don't worry! It's nothing that you won't be able to fix with….what did we go over in episode twenty-three, guys?" She prompted her children.

"CLEAN-UP DANCE PARTY!" They cheered together. Mabel snorted with laughter as all three of them started jigging.

"You know it! Anyways, that's all the time we have for today. Thanks for watching another episode of Mabel's Guide to Parenting! We'll see you next time!"

She deftly turned off the camera and bounced on over to her twin. "Thanks for waiting!"

"Uh, no pro-"

"MAYMAY!" Phoebe squeaked excitedly at her aunt.

"Ooooh, hi there, Fee-Fee!" Mabel adoringly squealed right back. "Come to your auntie!"

"Wait, don't-" Dipper was too slow to stop her. His sister snatched Phoebe right into her messy arms for a goopy cuddle, instantly making the redheaded baby as hopelessly dirty as everyone else. He meanwhile became even messier when Finn and Gladys assaulted him with hugs, latching onto his legs and waist with a wet squelch each.

"Uncle Dipper!" Finn whooped.

"Hi, Unca Dippeh! Look! Lookit!" Gladys scooped up some of the gloop and forced it into his hand. "Lookit what we made!"

"Yeah! Lookit!"

Both children started excitedly shoveling more and more at him. Ever the dutiful uncle, Dipper was now forced to cup both hands to hold it all.

"See it? You see it?"

"We made alllll of this, Unca Dippeh! Look!"

"Uh, yeah….I see…..." After scanning the glop-covered room, he looked back to his twin. "What is all of this, anyway?"

"Homemade Silly Putty a la Pines!" She giggled. "Well, it was supposed to be, at least, but I guess we rushed things too much. Sorry about trying to squeeze this all in before pizza-time, but we were way overdue for this week's update."

In spite of his best efforts to hold it down, Dipper let out a relieved sigh. Mabel of course noticed this, and a fat grin spread across from dimpled cheek to dimpled cheek.

"We're fine, bro-bro." She reassuringly booped his nose. "We're allllll fine."

"All fine!" Finn squeaked.

"Fine!" Gladys chimed in to complete the trio.

"I can see that...now, at least." He laughed wearily before gently changing the subject. "So besides the delay, how's the blog been going?"

"Ooooh, like you wouldn't believe!" The self-proclaimed expert puffed her chest proudly. "We now have eight subscribers and counting….."