The Most Dangerous Game
Dipper felt the sweat bead on his forehead… the situation was looking grim. He was cornered on all sides by the enemy and his every potential move was a minefield of humiliation. He had to trust himself entirely to fate now, no amount of planning would save him… and he'd never had the best luck in the family. Was there any way out of this?
"Dip are you gonna roll those dice sometime this year?" Mabel asked sweetly, giving him a wide and only slightly malicious smile.
"Just… just give me a second here." Dipper said, waving his hand at her irritably.
The yellows are a nightmare, but I'd have to roll really low to hit those… and its mostly clear on that side except for the Boardwalk and Park Place… and no one ever lands on those. Okay, maybe this isn't actually as bad as it looks.
"Is a second what they call an hour on your alien planet?" Mabel teased.
Dipper puffed out a long breath and shook his head once.
"Alright, get ready Mabel - I'm bringing the pain!" he said confidently as he tossed the dice with a flick of the wrist, sending them clattering loudly across the game board and echoing loudly in the dusty walls of the Mystery Shack attic.
The plastic cubes rolled and spun to a halt in the center of the board showing double sixes. Dipper glanced down at the board and counted the spaces silently before he turned back up to see Mabel's expectant grin. He gulped once and then moved the little metal hat over to Boardwalk.
"Well well well Sir Dippingsauce, it looks like someone has decided to live it up this weekend at the fabulous Hotel Mabel. And how will sir be paying for his room?" she asked, kicking her feet playfully as she cradled her face in her hands.
"Would you take a cap?" he asked hopefully.
"For Boardwalk? Pardon my french bro, but heck no - we're talking pants territory here." Mabel said, holding out her hand expectantly and cocking her fingers twice at him in a 'gimme' gesture.
Dipper groaned and rolled his eyes.
"How do the rules to strip-monopoly even work anyway? You change them every time I land on one of your spaces." Dipper complained.
"Hey, I didn't hear you whining about it when I kept landing on that little shantytown you have on Baltic avenue - you seemed pretty happy with the game then. So are you gonna pay up or just be a giant baby." Mabel said.
Dipper sighed and unbuckled his jeans and tossed them into the pile of his clothes that had accumulated on Mabel's side of the board, leaving him in just his blue cap and a pair of boxer shorts.
"I would never have agreed to this game if I knew that you had been wearing 5 shirts under your sweater." he grumbled.