I do not own Gravity Falls.
Prompt: Holiday
Mabel's Holiday Sweater Collection
Sitting in the middle of her attic abode, Mabel kept her eyes focussed on the sewing machine, which was whirring softly. She gently guided the knitted material through the pumping needle and smiled happily when she reached her finished product.
"Six sweaters ready for distribution!"
She set the newly-made sweater onto the pile already formed on the end of her bed. She pulled out the smallest sweater and went over to Waddles, who was playing with a ball, rolling it repeatedly across the floor. She wiggled it over his head and clapped her hands together.
"You're so cute!" she cooed.
Waddles oinked in response, lightly scratching at his new, bright red sweater that bore his face with a Santa hat.
"I'm off to spread holiday cheer," she said, gathering up the rest of the sweaters. "You keep doing you!"
She skipped out of the room and down the stairs. She found Ford sitting in the armchair, watching a science documentary on television. She snuck up behind him and shouted, "Christmas sweater time!"
Ford jumped with a yelp of surprise. He turned his head and stared at the giggling girl with a look of reproach. "Don't do that!"
"Sorry. Here!"
He took the green knitted sweater she handed him. Embroidered on the front was a scroll, and in golden thread were the words 'I made the Nice List!'
"Thank you," he said with an affectionate smile.
"You're welcome!"
Beaming, Mabel skipped her way to the gift shop, which was in a state of lull. She made a beeline for her brother, who was sweeping the floor. "Bro, I finished your sweater!" she said, thrusting it out.
Dipper paused his work to accept the lovingly crafted piece of clothing. There was a picture of a puppy with a jingle bell collar, and in white thread were the words 'Santa's Little Yelper'.
"We match," added Mabel, holding her arms out to the sides to give him the full view of her sweater, which had a picture of a cat with a jingle bell collar which read 'Have a Meow-y Christmas!'
He laughed. "Nice! You should sell these. You'd probably make a fortune." He promptly shrugged on the sweater and straightened it out. His sister had been making Christmas sweaters for him for years, and he wore them dutifully.
"Maybe one Christmas," said Mabel thoughtfully. "Right now, I'd rather leave it a family tradition."
She went over to Wendy and handed her a white sweater with a lumberjack snowman on it. The redhead grinned widely and immediately wrestled it on. "Awesome!" she said brightly, admiring the design. "I get a Mabel Original!"
"Ooh, ooh, do I get a Mabel Original?" asked Soos eagerly, sticking his head out of the supply closet, cloth and spray bottle in hand.
"You sure do!" Mabel extended the second-to-last sweater, which was dark blue and had a Soos-look-alike gingerbread cookie on the front.
"My life is complete," said Soos in contentment, slipping it on.
Stan walked into the shop, carrying a box marked 'Snowglobes'. He immediately spotted his workers wearing colourful festive sweaters and he lifted up his eyepatch so he could see them better. "Did I miss something?"
"Nope, you're just in time." Mabel hurried to stand in front of him and extended her last sweater, which was red with a scroll and had the words 'I made the Naughty List!' knitted in gold.
Aware that there was no way out of this, and admittedly feeling extremely touched, Stan set the box down, took the sweater and tugged it over his tux. "Thanks, kid," he said, giving her a brief noogie.
"We should totally take a picture," voiced Wendy, pulling out her cell. "Yo, take our picture," she ordered, handing her phone to the startled customer. "Gather 'round, homies!"
"Hey, did Poindexter get one of these?" asked Stan suddenly.
"Of course!"
"Stanford, get in here!"
It took a minute, but Ford soon appeared in the shop, and Mabel was delighted to see that he was wearing her sweater. "What?" he asked.
Stan stared at his sweater, and a slow, smug smile curled across Ford's face after he noticed what his brother was wearing.
Scowling slightly, Stan turned around, pointed at Mabel and demanded, "How come he gets to be on the Nice List?"
