Camo was sprawled out on the floor next to the Pines, watching Ducktective. It was that dumb special she'd walked out on, and now, she was glad she hadn't done it. It was so bad. (Though, she probably would've made it better with her awesome acting skills.) Stan was sitting in the chair, Dipper was on the back at his shoulder, kind of like a smelly parrot, and Mabel was sitting upside-down on the dragon skull thing.
The doorbell rang, and Stan went to go answer it. She could hear him saying, "Welcome to a world of mystery!" Shortly followed by: "The tax collector! You found me! Ha!" He ran back into the room, where he pulled off the cabinet, revealing a hidden bag of money. Ah, so that was where he kept it. Interesting. Anyway, he hastily ripped it away and was trying to open a trapdoor by pressing one of the stones (he would have to tell her about that later, that was super interesting) when:
"Mr. Pines, I'm from the Winninghouse Coupon Savers Contest, and you are our big winner!" A camera and massive check with balloons tied to it came in through the door. One of the ladies holding the check nearly stepped on her face, and she squirmed away, frowning. Since when does Stan use coupons?
"My one and only dream, which was to possess money, has come true!" Stan said in awe, while clutching a bag of, knowing Stan, probably fake money.
"We're rich! I'm gonna get a butler!" Dipper said excitedly.
"I'm gonna buy a talking horse!" Mabel said with a grin.
"I'm gonna ask for a raise!" Camo cheered, even though she had her doubts about it.
The man who'd announced the winning said, "Just sign here for the money." Stan eagerly did, and then a tiny little boy in a pastel blue suit burst through the check.
"Stanford, you fool! You just signed over the Mystery Shack to widdle ol' me!" Gideon shrieked in his annoying country voice. He did a little victory dance, and Camo, who had looked over Stan's shoulder and seen what he actually wrote, snorted loudly.
"Check again, gremlin," she said with a grin, just before Stan said, "Uh, you might want to take another look there."
With a cocky smile, the ten-year-old read, "The Shack is hereby signed over to . . . suck a lemon, little man." Both of them cackled loudly at his anger (he was so small and adorable when he got angry!) "How dare you!" the kid shrieked. "I am not a threat to be taken lightly!" He reached for the announcer dude to grab him, and while he did that, Camo took the halves of paper, which he'd torn apart, and squished it into a ball. She threw it at Gideon, who squealed in anger, which only made her giggle more. "I'll get you, Stanford Pines. I'll get you all!" the little kid said after being picked up and backed out through the door.
The four of them stood in silence for a second, until Stan said, "Want to see what else is on TV?"
"Sure, whatever," Camo said unhappily. "The special is dumb anyway."
Dipper and Mabel were playing chess while Camo closely supervised. She would be playing the winner, which would obviously be Dipper, because he was great at this sort of thing. "Little guy to black space nine!" Mabel declared, moving the piece.
"It's a pawn, that's not your color, and stop stealing the tiny horses," Dipper complained, pointing to where she had all the knights in her sweater. Personally, she also liked to screw around with the horses, but she left them on the board, just turning them toward each other whenever they were close and saying they were on a 'coffee break'. "And checkmate!" The boy moved his piece, somehow managing to play despite Mabel screwing it up.
"What? Boo!" Mabel moaned. Dipper, meanwhile, put another check on his little chart. It was kind of a t-chart, but with three people instead of two. Most of the marks were for him, his twin had none, and Camo had a handful of them.
"Yo, Mabel, can you pass me that brain in the jar?" Soos asked. "The lady one."
Dipper scooted off his chair and said, "I got it."
"Thanks, but Mabel's taller," the handyman replied, and Camo mentally facepalmed. This would lead to another one of Dipper's not being 'manly' enough crises, wouldn't it? Anyway, while they bickered about which of the twins was taller, she climbed up and got the brain Soos had asked for. "Yeah. She's got exactly one millimeter on you."
They seemed very surprised about this fact, but Camo just rolled her eyes. "Look, girls mature faster than boys, Mabel's, what, five minutes older, and it doesn't matter which of you is taller because I'm the tallest out of all of us." She stepped right up next to them, revealing that she had a good two and a half inches on them. Which wasn't a super high bar, since they were both short.
"But this millimeter is just the beginning. I'm evolving into the superior sibling. Bigger! Stronger!" Mabel yelled.
"Like some kind of Alpha twin," Soos interjected, which naturally led to her chanting that in a very annoying way, though she supposed it wasn't as annoying as Dipper bragging as he won every. Single. Game.
Camo rolled her eyes. Didn't they know that those pack dynamics for wolves were wrong? The parents lead the pack, so that term basically doesn't mean anything. "Come on, guys, nobody even uses millimeters," Dipper tried to defend himself. "It only makes you taller than me in Canada."
"Uh, no," she laughed. "It means you're only the same height in the US. Most everywhere uses the metric system, so it would be Canada, Europe, Africa, Asia, and pretty much everywhere except here."
Which she realized was not the right thing to say, but whatever. It was out now. Mabel said, "You know, Dipper, I've always wanted a little brother. Who knew I already had one!"
Stan came in, rubbing his eyes. "I was awoken by the sound of mockery. Where is it? Show me the object of ridicule!"
"I'm taller than Dipper!" Mabel said excitedly.
"By one millimeter!" Dipper said grumpily.
"Hey-hey!" Stan said, interfering with the growing conflict. Huh. That was strangely responsible of him. She waited for the punch line. "Don't get short with your sister." Ah, there it was.
"Now, Grunkle Stan, I hope you don't think little of him!" Mabel continued. Her twin wore an expression of extreme annoyance.
"Yeah! And he's short!"
Soos looked upset at Dipper's face. "Dude, maybe you should lay off a tiny bit."
Camo intervened, "I think that's kind of a tall order."
Stan laughed very loudly at their joining in. She regretted it, though, at the sad look on the boy's face as he walked away. She hopped up from where she'd been sitting on the floor and walked after him. "Hey, Dipper, wait up!"
"No, you were making fun of me, just like they were," he whined, pushing away her hand. "I'm not short!"
"Well, maybe you are now," she amended, and he glared at her. "But have you seen Stan? You haven't hit your growth spurt yet, but when you do, you'll probably be pretty scuffing tall."
They walked to the attic, where the twins were staying, and he reached for the Journal, which he'd left high on the shelf. She tried her very hardest not to snicker when she saw him struggling. "How'd you even get it up there?" she asked him as she hopped up and pulled it down. He did not look happy at her doing it so easily.
"There's gotta be some way to get taller," he said with fervor, flipping through the pages.
"Whoa, whoa," she said, frowning. "That's your plan? No! You could really screw with yourself. You know that, right?"
He looked at her with big puppy-dog eyes. "Come on, Camo, you heard how much they were making fun of me. One millimeter, that's it," he pleaded, and she sighed.
"Fine. But only one millimeter, and I get to give it to you." He nodded and they shook in agreement.
He found the page he was looking for and read, "Legends of miniature buffalo and giant squirrels have led me to believe there are height-altering properties hidden deep within the forest."
She frowned. "Well, size-altering would make more sense there, because if it was just height that was changing . . ." She snorted at the mental image of a really tall squirrel with normal proportions for everything else, and a basically flat buffalo made her dissolve into giggles. Dipper was confused until she explained it to him, and even then, she was pretty sure he just wanted to make himself taller.
They went out, into the forest, and Dipper had his nose so buried in the Journal that it was a wonder he hadn't fallen over. "Hey, can I ever read that?" she asked him, and he looked up, as if he'd almost forgotten she was there. "The Journal. I know you're super possessive of it, but I was wondering if I could read it sometime."
He pulled it a little out of her reach, which she took as a will think about it/probably not. He just continued reading and walking, and the inevitable happened. He tripped on a branch and fell down the hill. "Dipper!" she shouted. "You okay?"
"Uhhh . . ." She heard him moan. "Um, Camo, you should come down here."
She shrugged and tried to slide down the hill in an awesome, expert fashion. However, she was not an awesome expert, so she ended up falling on her face, which was only a little dumber than Dipper, who had fallen rather heavily on his back. The Journal also seemed fine, somehow surviving falling that hill while being open.
There was a tiny little deer on his chest. It looked at him, and then at her, and then it ran off behind the tree line. They both watched it, interested. When she looked back at her friend, they both knew what this meant. However, his hat was also skewed, so she snorted and smacked the front down so it came over his eyes. "Hey! Camo!" he complained, fixing it and slapping her (lightly) on the arm. Though, she supposed anything was light when compared with Mabel's force.
A loud growl startled her, and she jumped back. A mountain lion was standing there, right by a tree. "Is that mountain lion tiny or just far away in perspective?" Dipper asked, though his question was quickly answered when it charged toward them. "Perspective! Perspective!" he shrieked, and she backed up to be behind him. Best to put the ickier snack of elbows and gristle ahead. Then it might think she was disgusting, too.
However, it ran into a beam of purple light and shrunk mid-jump. It landed on his belly and ran around his torso, very cutely. Camo cooed and picked it up, petting it and sticking it on her shoulder. It bit her, and it still hurt, but not as much as being mauled by a full-size one. "No biting," she scolded it, and it growled cutely. Then it jumped off her arm, and she pouted.
The two of them continued forward, to where there was a large crystal with the light hitting it. Two different beams were made: one pink, and one blue. A butterfly that flew by got smaller when it passed through the pink beam, and much, much bigger when it went through the blue one. It knocked over a tree as it was flying away.
"How is this not destroying the ecosystem?" she wondered aloud with a frown. "Whenever that butterfly migrates, there's going to be . . . issues. Also, these things can't reproduce if they're different sizes. What happens if you stay in the beam too long? Do you slip between atoms? I wonder what that would be like . . . do dust particles turn bigger too?"
"Camo!" She turned towards her annoyed friend. "Shut up!"
She did, so he reached down and pulled one of the crystals from the dirt. "This should work, right?"
"Remember, one millimeter," she warned.
Back at the Shack, Dipper came up with a flashlight with the crystal on top. You spin the flashlight, it changes the size. They learned that it worked when the dumb boy turned a chess pawn big enough that it broke the ceiling. After she found a ladder and nailed some waterproof canvas to the hole—it wasn't perfect, but it was better than a gaping hole in the roof—she agreed to use it on Dipper. She turned it on for a fraction of a second, and she was pretty sure she got it right. The two of them walked back downstairs.
"Hey, guys. Notice anything different about me?" Dipper asked, and even though Camo knew what he was hinting at, she couldn't help herself.
She gasped. "Did you actually shower for once?" He glared at her and shoved her away.
"Holy hot-sauce!" Soos said after closely examining the preteen. "You've grown an extra millimeter!"
"Soos, Stan isn't paying you enough if you can tell that just by looking," Camo deadpanned, and the handyman beamed.
"What?" Mabel asked, shocked.
"What can I say, sis? Growth spurt."
His twin wasn't fazed. "Yeah, mine happened first. I'm gonna be taller in the end."
She stopped paying attention, since it was just the usual sibling bickering, and started wondering about the flashlight. Those size crystals . . . she had so many questions. Did it keep everything in proportion, or could you grow one part of something and not another? What happened to the organs inside when you rapidly grew or shrank? Did your atoms just become tighter/looser, meaning you retained the same mass, or did you get magically replaced with a smaller version of yourself? How reliable was it?
Oh, scuff. Now she really wanted to read the Journal. At this rate, she'd be almost as excited as Dipper when they found out who the Author was. She could ask him/her so many questions!
She realized that Dipper had left. "What did he mean by that?" Mabel asked her.
"By what?"
"Him having another growth spurt coming on?"
She sat bolt upright and raced upstairs. She was so dumb, she knew he'd do this! Ugh, she should've hidden the flashlight somewhere safer! The two girls, because Mabel had decided to accompany her, ran into the attic, where they found Dipper, looking very pleased with himself.
And also, he was the same height as Camo.
She gaped at him being the same size as her, but . . . his proportions did remain intact, so he looked bulkier than she did. (Well, she naturally had a bigger build, so maybe it was the same.) Her initial surprise quickly turned to anger. She'd told him that she retained control! That was their deal!
"What happened?" Mabel asked incredulously after looking her twin up and down.
Dipper shrugged. "You know, puberty and stuff."
Camo glared at him. "Give back the flashlight, Dipper," she said, her voice venomous.
"Flashlight?"
"No!" Dipper reached behind him and protectively grabbed it, moving it out of her reach. "I can't let you do that, Camo!"
"What's going on?" poor Mabel asked. "Flashlight and growing a lot? Huh?"
Camo narrowed her eyes and began to explain without tearing them away from the preteen boy. "Dipper felt bad about his being shorter than you, so we went into the woods to find a magical way for him to get another millimeter, so he could be the same height as you. Our deal was that I would be the one who changed his height, but he went and broke that when you were unimpressed by his growing-by-one-millimeter skills."
Mabel gasped angrily. "Give it!" both girls said at once.
"No!"
He ran away and they chased him, running past Stan, who was laughing at the door, and outside, where they tripped and dropped the flashlight. Camo grunted and reached for it, but she paused for a second to watch a caterpillar grow big enough to block the road. Interestingly enough, it stopped at a certain point, even when it was still in the light, implying that things could only grow/shrink to certain sizes, meaning no slipping between the molecules. Though, there could still be quite a bit of chaos if a human went to max.
She was envisioning someone like Mabel laughing loudly and stomping over trees easily when Mabel ran forward and grabbed the flashlight. She used it on her hand, letting it grow (and leading to her yelp). That was intriguing, too—how did it know when to keep things in proportion and when to not? Maybe, every time Dipper used it, his proportions were changing ever so slightly, because it would be incredibly hard to get it to cover him all at once, especially when he did it himself.
Dipper had turned Mabel's hand back to normal, so she screamed, "Normal-hand-karate-chop!" and knocked the flashlight out of his hand, running away with it. It occurred to Camo that she should probably get up, since she wouldn't be able to get the flashlight while laying on the ground. So, she did.
Mabel accidently turned her brother's head bigger, so he fell into the Shack, easily breaking the post. He turned her head tiny, and in the following scuffle they turned each other normal. Camo reached into the pile of Pines and pulled out the flashlight, but Dipper yanked her to the ground, causing her to drop the flashlight and it was sent flying.
Towards a rather beaten-up, yet still familiar, ten-year-old.
"Curse the Pines family! Curse Chamomile! Curse Stan! Curse Dipper! Curse . . ." Gideon turned around and the flashlight fell on the ground in front of him. "My, my, what delightful manner of doo-hickery is this?" he asked.
Mabel then proceeded to explain everything in a whisper to her brother . . . while standing like a foot away from the gremlin.
Camo facepalmed.
Gideon played with the flashlight for a little bit, then turned it toward the three of them. She had a brief dream of him accidently growing them, and her chasing him down and throwing him as far as she could reach, which, due to the time loop at the Mystery Fair, would be quite far. But, that didn't happen. The three of them were shrunk down until they were smaller than a dandelion. Camo noted a penny on the ground next to them. She'd have to scoop that up later.
"Great, you're both idiots," she deadpanned, her expression one of extreme annoyance as Gideon laughed and trapped them in his mason jar.
The three of them were shaken out of the jar and onto a desk. Camo just sat with her arms folded, wearing the same unhappy expression. It had been awful, being jostled around in that jar.
"You three," Gideon said, narrowing his eyes at them.
"What are you going to do with us?" Mabel asked, stammering just a little bit.
He laughed. Man, his voice sounded a lot deeper when she was tiny. "Why, Mabel, I wouldn't hurt a hair on your itty bitty head." He stroked her, which was creepy, so Camo smacked his finger, and none too lightly. "If you agree to be my queen!"
What was up with people wanting Mabel to be their queen? The gnomes, Gideon . . . Nobody ever wanted her!
"We live in a democracy. And, never!" the preteen girl yelled. But, when was she not yelling? Oh, right, when she was whispering things that they already knew so as to help the other side.
He was furious. "Maybe you'll change your mind after this." He picked her up and put her in a bag of Gummy Koalas. Well. She was placated.
"As for you two, tell me, how exactly did you come upon this magic item, hmm?" the ten-year-old started interrogating them, shining the (now massive) lamp's light in their eyes. "Did somebody tell you about it? Did you read about it somewhere?"
Huh? How'd he know . . . her eyes widened slightly as a theory came into mind. Did Gideon have . . . ? Dipper's Journal did have a three on it . . .
Her mind was pulled away from these thoughts when she saw a rather unflattering replica of herself, wearing her black-and-white flannel around her waist, a pirate hat, and massive glasses that took up most of her face. Which was fair. The unflattering part was that he made her cross-eyed, which was not warranted.
The sound of an air horn brought her back to the present. Gideon shrieked and covered his ears, breathing heavily. He threatened to squish Dipper, to which Camo responded by standing protectively in front of him. Oh, hey! Even when tiny, she was bigger than him now! "Steel yourself, Gideon. You can use them." Was he talking to himself now? "You can use them," he whispered, very creepily.
Gideon tried to call Stan for ransom, which clearly didn't work out, as he threw the phone at the wall, where it shattered and threw debris all over Dipper and Camo. A piece of plastic took her in the face, and she was really lucky it didn't break her glasses.
Gideon began to laugh maniacally, then he said, "What am I doing? I don't need ransom. I have this!" He thrust the flashlight in the air. "I'll shrink Stan and take the Shack for myself! Y'all will be helpless to stop me! And if any of you step out of line, smash!" He tore off the heads of their little wooden dolls. Dipper's, she was amused to note, had even dumber eyes and a tongue sticking out dumbly.
The little gremlin was pulled away by promises of ice cream, and Camo pouted. Why couldn't she have any ice cream? Well, not before he put his hamster, Cheekums, with them on the desk.
"We gotta get out of here and save Stan!" Dipper yelped.
"I know! I will see you later," Mabel said, sticking a gummy koala head in her sweater pocket. Camo made a face. That would ruin her sweater, with all the stickiness!
Dipper started to pace. "Okay, how are we going to do this? Gideon's got magic and like a zillion inches on us. On the bright side, at least we're finally the same height again."
Well, obviously he was talking about the twins. She was still taller than them.
"Actually . . ." Mabel said, squinting at her brother. This led to them getting out a ruler measuring themselves. Sure enough, Mabel was still just a little taller, though that one millimeter made her a good deal taller than him now, since they only had a couple millimeters to their name at this point.
She stopped paying attention again, and started thinking about the size-altering and how it worked. It was intriguing, and she got the impression the Author hadn't cared about it nearly as much as she did. There was so much good to be done with this! Also, their adventure had already answered a lot of her questions, and if Dipper would ever actually give her the Journal to read, she could add in a sheet of notebook paper or something with her own notes.
Before she knew what was happening, they were tying a rope out of greasy silver hair. She gagged at it—she hated hair products with a burning passion. They were so gross! Now, she hated them even more. Anyway, they scaled down the desk and made their way through the house and inside a shoe, which was also very gross. They saw Gideon screaming at his parents (this kid was horrible. Did he even know what she would do to get to see her parents again?) and when he left, they ran across the floor and through the cat flap. (Well, it said 'doggie' on it, so maybe it was, what, a dog flap? Also, she hadn't seen a dog in their house . . .)
They climbed up to the flying dollar inflatable, and they could see Gideon climbing onto the bus. "He's heading to shrink Stan!" Dipper said, quite unnecessarily, since they already knew what the gremlin wanted to know.
"Oh, flying discount dollar, if only you could fly us back to the Mystery Shack," Mabel said, hugging onto the inflatable.
Camo, who was between the two prongs at the top, clutched onto both of them. They were so high, even if they had been the normal size! This was high enough to kill them if they fell, and they were just sitting on it!
"Maybe it can," Dipper said. He proceeded to cut the ropes with his Swiss Army knife—you know what, she wasn't surprised he had one of those—and she yelped and grabbed onto the plastic with her tiny little hands.
"HOW ARE YOU STEERING THIS?!" she shrieked, holding on for dear life. How were the twins not afraid right now?! Mabel even stood up on it. How?!
They landed on the totem pole and she grabbed onto it gratefully, clutching to the solid wood as if it were her sole lifeline. Maybe they were still super high up, but now it wasn't on an unpredictable inflatable! The bus pulled in, and a woodpecker pecked Dipper on the head before trying to tear at Camo's lab coat. She angrily swatted it in the face until it went away. Mabel, meanwhile, found out how to get down using the triangle-string-things. (She never could remember the name of them.)
Mabel had to throw down her gummy koala head—good riddance!—and it landed in Gideon's hair, which bought them a little more time. He used the dumb spray-on stuff on his hair (ew) while the three of them tried to grow each other again. "Quick. Get in front and I'll regrow you," Mabel said, being the one on top.
"Okay. Wait, but you're gonna grow us back to equal height, right?" Dipper asked.
"Dude, seriously! Now is not the time!" Camo hissed.
"Yeah, that doesn't matter right now!" Mabel replied heatedly.
He retorted, "Well, if it doesn't matter then why don't you just do it?"
"Argh! Why are you acting so weird? Why can't you just accept that I'm a little bit taller than you?"
"Oh, I'm acting weird? You're the one who keeps calling me names and stuff!"
"Oh, what? You mean like little . . ."
"Don't say it!"
"Little Dipper."
Camo looked up, her eyes as wide as plates. That wasn't Mabel who said that.
Ah, scuffmarks.
Gideon's massive hand picked up all three of them and lifted them up in front of his ugly troll face. "I dare say you would've defeated me, if it wasn't for your sibling bickering."
"Yeah, thanks guys," Camo said, huffing and folding her arms.
Gideon kicked open the door—it must've already been open, there's no way someone as small as him would be able to kick it open any other way—and used the shrink gun on the person wearing the fez. However, the person wearing the fez was not necessarily Stan. In this case, it was Soos.
She snickered, and then burst into unstoppable laughter. Gideon was holding her arms against her body, but her legs thrashed around as she laughed at his misfortune. Soos, meanwhile, said, "All right, something's definitely different here."
All four of them were back in the mason jar. (Did Gideon always carry around a mason jar, she wondered? He hadn't expected them to be there . . . then she remembered that he was going to shrink Stan and it made sense he would want to keep his archenemy in a jar.)
"Tell me where Stan is!" Gideon yelled.
"Never!" Soos replied, being Soos. "You'll never find Stan. On the second door to the left down the hall. Wait, why did I say that?"
"Soos!" Camo complained.
Gideon shoved the mason jar in one of his pockets. "Stanford, I'm coming for ya!"
They all pressed up against the glass. Camo kicked and punched at it, but then she realized breaking it was probably not the best course of action, because then they'd be covered in massive shards of broken glass. Soos sank to the ground, clutching his head. "I guess I kind of 'Soosed' that one up, didn't I?" he said glumly.
"It's not your fault, Soos," Dipper replied, just as glum. "Me and Camo were the ones who put together that shrinking device."
"Hey, don't rope me into this!" she said angrily.
Dipper sighed. "Yeah, it's my fault. I guess it's just . . . you kept teasing me, Mabel. Like, all day. What was that all about?"
Mabel, in her defense, handed him his list of activities, and that it was all for Dipper (and a little for Camo), and none for her. "I guess it's that, you're better than me at, like, everything. And you always rub it in my face. You two make it look so easy."
Camo sank to the ground too, leaving Dipper the only one standing. Tears were beginning to prick at her eyes, too, so she looked away. "I . . . it's harder than it looks, Mabel." She tried to keep her usual confident tone, but it came out as a shaky whisper. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, and she scrunched up her face. "I . . . I've always put a lot of pressure on myself, y'know? To be the best. Nobody ever asks me to, but . . . I always tell myself that I have to be good at it."
She'd never really told anyone about this, and it was hard.
"I always put forth all my effort, and sometimes, it isn't enough. I-I always pride myself on certain qualities, but you guys never need them from me. I'm the smart girl, but there's Dipper, so you don't need that. I'm good at keeping my head, but you've got Wendy. I'm relatively positive, sometimes, but Mabel always is. It feels like everything I pride myself at being the best at, there's someone different who's better at it."
At this point, she was full-on crying. She pulled her knees to her chest and whispered, "I'm kind of useless."
Oh, she hated this. She never got sentimental like this! This was dumb, and emotional, and pointless. She knew, logically, that she was good at lots of things, and even if she wasn't the best, that didn't mean she wasn't good at them, but it was so hard to convince herself of that fact. Sometimes, logical didn't make sense, and . . . maybe, keeping it all down made it worse now.
She felt arms wrap around her, and all three of the others were hugging her. She smiled and chuckled wetly. "Sorry, guys. I kind of ruined your sibling make-up, didn't I? That's me for you."
"You're not useless," Dipper said. "So . . . are we cool?" He held out a fist to both girls.
She smiled and smacked it at the same time Mabel did. "We're cool," they said in sync.
"Am I cool?" Soos asked.
"You're cool, Soos," Mabel replied, and fist-bumped him, too.
"Yes!"
She wiped her tears with her lab coat, and they all climbed on each others' shoulders to reach the top of the mason jar. Mabel was on top, trying to brute force it. "Spin it!" Camo yelled up. "It'll work much better, I promise."
It did, and Dipper said, "Let's get that flashlight before Gideon get's Stan." They climbed to the top of the pocket and saw the flashlight. "There it is!" Dipper yelled, like Captain Obvious.
"We should probably stop yelling," she whispered. "Gideon can still hear us."
They climbed up the pastel-blue suit onto his shoulder pad, past his squishy flab and shiny hair, with only the loss of Soos. They watched as Gideon broke all the mirrors and found the real Stan.
"Grunkle Stan is doomed!" Mabel said softly.
"Not completely doomed!" Dipper said cheerfully. "To his armpit!"
Camo shook her head. "Nope! No, no, ahh!" That last bit was said as Dipper shoved her down. Aw, it smelled awful down here! And it was so gross to tickle him on his flab, and she almost got squished by a thrashing arm. Stan rolled the troll out the door, and the three of them managed to jump off just in time.
Gideon searched, and yelled, "My light!"
"You're the light of my life, too, pal," Stan deadpanned, and they managed to get in through the door before he closed it. They resized themselves, and the twins had their happy little make-up, since she ruined the one in the jar.
"Guess we should destroy this thing," Mabel said, handing the flashlight to her twin. "You know, so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands and junk."
"Seems like the smart thing to do," he agreed awkwardly, and he handed the crystal to his sister. She threw it on the ground, where it shattered into a million pieces.
Camo sighed regretfully. "Now I can't study it, unfortunately." She froze, along with the twins, when they heard Soos's voice. He had been making a call for help out of fragments of glass.
"Glue."
"Lots of glue."