"Blargh. No thanks."
Gideon frowned. "What is it? Your family? Rest assured, I can take care of them."
Mabel glared. "Gideon, you're a creep. The only one getting in your way is- is yourself!" Her hand rested on the door handle, ready to slam it like a trap.
"Would you make a li'l ole exception if I was. . . a vampire?"
Gideon smiled, revealing sharp eyeteeth. His red eyes gleamed, confident that Mabel would say yes. Tracking the books she checked out from the library was one of his greater plans (and for the record: not creepy).
Mabel's frown shifted and Gideon was on the edge of his li'l ole seat.
"Give me a break. You don't even sparkle."
Her eyes narrowed and she slammed the door in his face, ignoring Gideon's pleas and promises that he could sparkle for her.
Dipper looked up from his book. He had lost track of what he was reading a long time ago, keeping an eye on his sister. "Do you need me to get the broom?"
Mabel patted Dipper's head. "No. Just a lot a garlic bread. Oooh! And bread sticks! Let's order pizza!"