Dipper froze midway down the stairs.
"Nobody can see me like this!" Dipper anxiously whispered, gesturing to his face.
"Oh... right" Mabel agreed. "Hold on a sec." she said then ran back up to the bedroom. She came down a few minutes later, holding a black cloth.
"It's an eye patch!" Mabel exclaimed, holding the accessory out to her brother.
" Uh..." Dipper half groaned.
"C'mon! It's not so bad! I mean, if you have to cover up your freaky eye, might as well do it with style!" she remarked.
"Ugh...fine" Dipper reluctantly said, putting on the eye patch, and pouting after he did so. He was not happy with this.
"If it helps, it looks adorable on you." Mabel commented, taking her brother's hand as they began to walk down the steps again.
"Yeah, yeah... actually I have one question. Why do you even have this?"
Mabel shrugged and smiled, then they entered the kitchen.
Stan was making his not-so-famous Stancakes, when he turned around to face the twins.
"How did you two sleep?" Stan asked them.
"Okay. Good so far. He hasn't noticed me yet." Dipper told himself.
"Great!" Mabel said, being the first one to speak up. "I had a dream that waddles was a superhero known as THE BACONATOR, and we teamed up to stop crime, and save his fellow pigs from the evil PROFESSOR BARBEQUE!" Mabel joyfully answered.
Stan rolled his eyes, but you could tell that a smile was tugging at the corners of his lips.
Stan shifted his gaze to view Dipper.
"Oh no"
"Hey, kid, what's with the pirate gettup? You still crushing on Wendy? I guess you could say that you want... THE BOOTY! AHAHAHAHA!" Stan harshly joked before erupting into a hardy laughing/ coughing fit, pleasing himself with his joke.
Mabel was giggling. Dipper shot her a look, and she mouthed "sorry", but she was still smiling.
"Seriously, though. What's the deal?" Stan asked, wiping away his tears of laughter.
That word made Dipper flinch. Deal. Is that what caused him all this trouble?
"Answer me kid." Stan inquired, a little more serious this time.
"Uh-w-well y-you see I-I-" Dipper stuttered.
Mabel watched Dipper. He needs help. Mabel knew it was her job to save the day.
"Dipper has an-uh-an eye injury! Yeah, haha..." Mabel quickly lied.
"How did that happen" he asked again.
"Ugh, what's with all the questions? Does he already know?" Dipper worried.
"We- uh- we stayed up really late last night-" Dipper began.
"- and Dipper ran into something and it hurt his eye..." Mabel finished for him.
Grunkle Stan looked at them skeptically, but then he grunted, shrugged, and set the pancakes on the table.
Phew, Dipper mentally sighed. That was close.