Endings

Mabel went to her room and hastily pulled on a sweater, put on shoes, and grabbed a flashlight. She left the house by the back porch, the opposite side of the Mystery Shack from where Gideon and the clones were waiting.

Though her heart was urging her to grab whatever money she could and go back to Gideon, another part of her hated to steal from Grunkle Stan. She felt like she had to talk to Dipper, at least to tell him goodbye and maybe get some of his smart advice before she jumped into this slave adventure.

Mabel had a good sense of direction and she had gone to the part of the woods where the gnomes lived more than once. She found her way even in the dark.

When she got to the right area, Mabel called out, "I'm the sister of the new Gnome Queen. Let me talk to Dipper!"

There was a rustling in the bushes and she heard whispered conversation.

Mabel called out again and again, "Dipper! Dipper!"

Finally, a gnome-sized figure walked stiffly toward her. It was Dipper, wearing a frilly pink bathrobe and a tiara. He was flanked by several gnomes, including Jeff. They looked ready to attack if she tried to snatch away their queen.

"Dipper, you've shrunk, and... you've grown up, too," said Mabel.

"Hi Mabel," said Dipper. "The gnomes have not only the shrinking and growing crystals we found, but also aging and de-aging crystals. They grew me up physically and mentally to age 19, so I would be old enough to marry."

"Oh, I didn't know they could do that," said Mabel. "I guess that's what they would have done for me, too."

"Yes, we would have," said Jeff, who stood by Dipper's side. "If you hadn't left us at the altar. We have a new queen now."

"How is married life treating you, Dipper?" Mabel asked.

"It's pretty good," said Dipper. He moved a little closer and whispered. "One thousand gnomes is a lot."

"Oh, Dipper!" said Mabel.

"Jeff is worth it," said Dipper, giving Jeff a side hug. "I've never been so in love, not even with Wendy."

"It's all my fault you got into this," said Mabel.

Dipper said, "I chose this of my own free will."

"I failed to dispose of the love-potion chili fries I used on Robbie and Tambry," said Mabel. "Gideon escaped from jail and got hold of them. He used them on you and Jeff."

"So that's why the guy with the Journal never showed up," said Dipper.

"So that's what that fry that hit me was..." said Jeff. "I thought you threw it, Dipper, as a kind of a token of affection."

"It doesn't matter," said Dipper. "I'm committed to this marriage. I want to stay."

"But Dipper, Gideon also threw a fry at me," said Mabel. "Now I'm desperately in love with him."

"Oh no, Mabel!" said Dipper. "But you got away."

"Just for a little while, to say goodbye to you. I have to go back, steal ten thousand dollars from Grunkle Stan for Gideon, and then go with him to be his slave forever."

"What about the anti-love potion?" asked Dipper. "You still have that, right?"

"I poured it down the drain after we decided not to use it on Robbie and Tambry," said Mabel. "I'm stuck."

"You still don't have to steal for him, or go to him," said Dipper. "Just be strong, okay?"

"If only I had a commitment like you do, something to keep me really busy so I could get my mind off Gideon," said Mabel. "Wait... I've got it! Could I join you with the gnomes and co-queen?"

"You really want to do that?" asked Dipper.

"It would reduce the burden on you," said Mabel. "And keep me out of the clutches of Gideon."

"What do you think, Jeff?" asked Dipper.

"It's irregular to have two queens, but technically Mabel already said 'You may kiss the bride', so we could say she's honoring the wedding vows she already made," said Jeff.

"I get to grow up to nineteen, like Dipper?" asked Mabel.

"Naturally," said Jeff. "And you can stay that age as long as you like, using the de-aging crystals."

"You're not expecting me to have gnome babies, right?" asked Mabel.

"We gnomes are magical beings. We reproduce through magic cloning," said Jeff. "All we need from a wife is intimate romantic companionship."

"But I won't share Jeff," said Dipper. "He's mine alone."

"I only want you anyway, Dipper honey," said Jeff.

"That's fine with me," said Mabel. "There are still 999 other gnomes to go around."

"This will make the boys a lot happier," said Jeff. "Let's get you into the marriage!"

The other gnomes cheered.

"Dipper, are we still going to be able to solve the mysteries of Gravity Falls?" asked Mabel.

"I don't see why not, with an army of gnomes to help," said Dipper. "We can still save this town, and the world."

"Yay!" said Mabel.

"I only wish Gideon wasn't getting off free for everything he's done," said Dipper.

"We can't have everything," said Mabel.

Gideon and the two Sev'ral Timez clones were in a giant hamster cage.

Ergman Bratsman said, "You made a mistake hanging around the Mystery Shack too long, Mr. Gleeful. I had agents watching that place to watch for signs of my missing clones. Now I've recovered two of them, and captured you."

"What are you going to do with me?" asked Gideon.

"I'll send you back to prison," said Bratsman. "What with your escape and kidnapping charges from keeping my clones, you'll be facing a much longer sentence,."

"Please don't separate me from Greggy C. and Creggy G.," said Gideon. "I can't bear to be away from them."

"Yes, please let Gideon stay, Mr. Bratsman," said Greggy C. "We love him."

"I wouldn't even take back you clones," said Bratsman, "But my cloning machines broke down and exploded while I was in jail on a license plate charge. It'll take me years to get them going again. Now I don't have a boy band at all. Gleeful, can you sing and dance?"

Gideon demonstrated: "Oh, I can see, what others can't see..."

"Country," said Bratsman. "Better than nothing, barely. I'll let you stay and join the band as Li'l G. You can have plastic surgery to look like the other two, but shorter."

"Thank you, Mr. Bratsman," said Gideon.

"You'll like living in the cage with us, Gideon dog," said Greggy C. "We've got an exercise wheel, drinking tubes, and pellets to eat."

"Just like prison," said Creggy G.

"I'll be monitoring you closely," said Bratsman. "No hanky-panky with the other performers will be tolerated, or back to jail you go."

"Not quite as nice as prison," Gideon sighed.

The End