"What do you think?" Danny asked.
Dipper stared open-mouthed at the swirling green portal. "Amazing."
Danny had brought Dipper and Mabel down to the basement to check out the portal to the Ghost Zone. He had told them about it last summer, but that still didn't prepare Dipper for seeing it in person.
"Woah," Mabel said, taking a step towards the portal.
"Careful, Mabel!" Dipper said, grabbing her arm.
"Don't worry," Danny said. "It's not too dangerous. Not while you're with me, anyway."
"What's in there?" Dipper asked, eyes as wide as the portal itself.
"We went in last summer, remember?"
"But we barely saw anything!" Dipper said excitedly. "Could you, I don't know, give us a tour sometime?"
"It's really not that diverse in there. But I think I'm going to power it down while you guys are here. Just to be safe."
"Aww, okay." Mabel said.
Dipper just watched as Danny unplugged the portal, a disappointed look on his face.
Just then, they heard heavy footsteps on the stairs down to the lab. "Danny? Is that you?" Jack Fenton's voice echoed down to them.
"Yeah, dad," Danny called back. "Just showing Dipper and Mabel the ghost portal."
"Your friends are interested in ghosts, eh?" Jack said, running down the rest of the stairs.
"Yeah, Mr. Fenton. I actually have some experience with ghosts," said Dipper, grinning. "We should talk about it someti…" He trailed off, catching sight of Danny, who was shaking his head vigorously behind his father's back.
It was too late. Jack's face was lit up with a manic energy. He grabbed Dipper and shoved him into a chair. Then he ran to the desk. "We can talk now! Let me show you what I've been working on! I've got the latest technology in all things ghost!" He started pulling equipment out of drawers and cabinets. "Here we have the Fenton Fisher, equipped with an unbreakable ecto-proof line. Catches and tangles all things ghostly. And this is the Fenton Thermos, great for detaining major threats. And here…" he continued blathering on, not even noticing that Dipper was slightly taken aback.
Danny grinned apologetically at Dipper from across the room, while Mabel was trying to hold in her laughter.
"Say, I don't suppose you'd like a little gear of your own?" Jack said, stopping his rant for a moment.
"What? Uh, okay…" Dipper said apprehensively.
Jack ran over to a closet and pulled out a tape measure. "You're about the same size Jazz was when I tried to get her into the family business. I bet you'd fit into the jumpsuit I made for her!"
"Wait, what? I'm not wearing a girl's jumpsuit!"
"Don't worry buddy, I'll fix it up for you! Want anything on it?"
"What?"
"Well, normally all the jumpsuits I make have my face on them, but I suppose you might want your face instead."
"Um…" Dipper looked at Danny for help, but Danny just shrugged in a "just humor him" sort of way.
"Ugh, just put a pine tree on it."
"You got it, champ!" Jack yelled. He pulled out an orange jumpsuit from the closet, and ran to the other side of the room. He pulled a sewing machine out of nowhere and plunked it down on the desk. "I'll have this fixed up for you in no time! Why, when I was your age, I used to sew all my own clothes! I remember when…"
He continued to ramble as Dipper looked helplessly across the room, where Mabel was shaking with laughter.
Danny shook his head. He tiptoed over to Dipper, a finger held to his lips. Then he held onto both Dipper and Mabel and turned them intangible, flying through the ceiling.
"He'll never notice we're gone," he said, landing them in his room.
Mabel collapsed in laughter again.