2 for 1 Sale
Dipper looked around to make sure he was alone before opening the false tree and clicking the switch that opened the hidden trapdoor in the forest floor where he'd found the third journal. Reaching in he took out a bone spear, loincloth, and some clay paint. Feeling a little, ok a lot self-conscious, he stripped down, put on the loincloth and painted several primitive sigils on himself. Picking up the spear he took a few deep breaths and remembered what he'd been taught.
He felt lighter, stronger, more focused. He slid the new Babba CD into a pouch on his loincloth and reveled in the feeling of pure unbridled savage manliness! Moments later he was almost flying through the forest a primal beast on the prowl.
"Disco girl, coming through," he hummed to himself as the animals fled at his approach.
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"Madelyn stared frozen, her face a solid red. Whatever she'd expected to find, this hadn't been it. A brief thought of trying to convince her Will to dress that way flitted through her mind and she almost fell out of the tree she was hiding in. By the time she'd recovered he was gone and his mind blended in with the creatures of the forest too well for her to find him, so she returned to the church.
William found Madelyn working on a charcoal sketch of himself, but dressed (or rather undressed) in just a loincloth and carrying a spear. The markings on him seemed vaguely familiar, but the savage grin he wore sure wasn't. "You have a very vivid imagination," he said.
Madelyn's eyes glittered with amusement as she finished her work, not at all surprised by his sudden appearance as she'd felt his approach minutes ago. "This is from memory actually."
William saw the challenge in her eyes and immediately turned his attention to solving the riddle. Madelyn had seen him dressed that way, but he was absolutely sure he'd never done so. In fact, though he wasn't fat he was a little heavier than the figure in the sketch, who had muscles he knew he lacked. "You saw my local analogue?" he guessed.
Madelyn beamed at him. She loved watching him work out solutions to problems or puzzle out mysteries.
"He's got a bit of muscle on me," William admitted, while normally he'd never show any vulnerability and eradicate even a trace of weakness, with Madelyn he would share things that he wouldn't even share with father.
"He might be fun to get to know, but he's not the boy who spent half his life in an orphanage with me, nor convinced father to adopt us both," she reminded him.
"How could I leave behind my best friend, and the only person besides father to ever get me?" he asked.
Her smile lit up the room, the heart shaped stone in her headband glowed brightly as she radiated joy like the sun with her empathic talent.
"I got everything we need to locate the temporal energy we need and drain it," he told her. "Everything is proceeding as planned."
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"Are we sure Gideon is in jail?" Wendy asked.
"Last I checked, why?" Soos asked.
"Someone stole my moisturizer and I caught a flash of a familiar blue suit vanishing in the forest," she explained. "You know Gideon always stole my lotion."
"Why would he steal yours and not just buy his own?" Dipper asked. "He has the money for it."
"Special family recipe I learned from my mom," Wendy explained. "It's not commercially available."
"He did have really soft skin," Mabel said. "Almost old lady soft."
"And on that creepy note, he's still in jail," Dipper assured her. "He's hosting his show from prison right now and it's done live."
"I vote we lock Stan in his office, close the shack, and go out for pancakes," Wendy said.
"I second that motion and would like to add the addendum that we bring back some extras for Waddles, Grunkle Stan, and me!" Mabel said.
"Motion carries," Dipper said. "I'll get the wedges for his door."
"I got the hammer, dude," Soos offered.
Stan looked up from the third journal, that he'd disguised to look like one of his financial ledgers, at the sound of wedges being hammered into the edges of the door frame. "Blueberry with extra butter!" he yelled through the door, before returning to decrypting another section.
"Ok Grunkle Stan," Dipper yelled back.
"For pancakes!" Mabel cheered causing the other three to cheer back before they all charged outside and climbed in the golf-cart.
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Mabel watched the four take off from her and Dipper's room. "Hope I remember to bring myself back pancakes," she said. "Come on Waddles let's go for a walk."
Waddles' snort seemed to say he was in favor of the idea so Mabel quickly grabbed her trusty anti-gnome shovel and the two set off.
"I know pigs are supposed to be able to sniff truffles, but who wants fungus? I say you should try and sniff buried treasure!" Mabel enthused.
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"This way," William said holding up a turkey wishbone that was stained several different colors and covered in intricately carved symbols.
Madelyn followed wearing a bright smile. Everything was coming together and the risks they'd taken to get here were paying off.
William paused and eyed a freshly dug hole in the ground. "Strange," he muttered as they ran across several more.
"I believe I'm up ahead," Madelyn said curiously. "I can feel myself and… an echo?"
"I must admit I am curious as to what your analogue is like," William admitted.
"She feels wild and unfettered," Madelyn remarked. "Much like your analogue."
"Hmm," William said.
"You're thinking of me wearing nothing but a loincloth and some clay paint, aren't you?" she teased.
"Of course not," he replied. "You're also carrying a spear."
Madelyn blushed heavily, as he neatly turned her teasing around on her. They entered a clearing and found her analogue playing golf with a shovel, using gnomes as the golf balls.
"I said no!" Mabel yelled.
*Thunk*
A red capped figure bounced off two trees and stumbled around dizzily only to fall into a hole that Waddles had dug.
"Hole in one!" Mabel called out waving her shovel in the air, scaring off the dozen or so gnomes that weren't concussed or blinded by her hand knit orange and black sweater.
"This I did not expect," William admitted.
"Gid- Dipper?" Mabel asked confused. "Dipper why are you dressed like Gideon and why am I dressed… Actually, I look pretty good like that," she admitted.
Waddles sniffed at William's shoe and the turkey bone in his hand leapt to the pig's side like it was a magnet.
William smiled.
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The bald man frowned as he saw the readings on his hand held device and cursed the twins for causing him even more work. If he didn't know better he could swear they were multiplying and so was their effects on the timeline despite his best efforts.
Typing by: The Last Primarch!
