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Prompt: Ice


Pines vs. Pines

Decked out in makeshift goalie gear (a bicycle helmet, a couch cushion tied around his waist, oven mitts and a welding mask), Dipper hovered in the goal, eyes locked on the puck that was constantly being exchanged between Mabel and Ford, who were fighting to get control.

"Come on, sweetie!" shouted Stan, who guarded the other goal. "Take him out!"

Mabel managed to snag the puck with her hockey stick and skated quickly towards her brother. Dipper got into a defensive position, but before he could worry about blocking the shot Ford intercepted it and skated for the other side of the homemade rink.

"Aw, man!" cried Mabel.

Eyes narrowed in concentration, Ford raised his hockey stick and slapped the puck. It sailed across the smooth surface and straight towards the net. Stan stuck out his left foot and blocked it with his skate, sending it swirling to the side.

"Ha!" he jeered at Ford's frustrated expression.

"You've got to be kidding me," the trench coat-wearing man groaned.

Mabel zipped over and snagged the puck. She hurried to the other side of the rink and made the shot, which Dipper managed to grab out of the air. "Dang it!"

"Nice save, Dipper!" praised Ford. "Send it over here!"

Dipper hit the puck through Mabel's legs and to Ford. He zigzagged his way back to Stan, glancing briefly over his shoulder to stare at the house. "Hey, Stanley."

"What?" snapped Stan, focussing on the rapidly approaching puck.

"Someone's trying to break into the gift shop."

"What?!"

He whirled around, expecting to see some hoodlum trying to wrench open one of the frosted-over windows. All he saw was a pure white landscape, and all he heard was the sound of a puck sailing past him into the net.

"Gooooaaaallll!" cheered Dipper, ripping off his goalie gear to celebrate with Ford. "We rule!"

"No fair!" yelped Mabel. "That's cheating."

Ford grinned as he hoisted Dipper into the air. "I don't recall ever making any rules when we started this game. Besides, it's Stan's fault for all the times he pulled a similar trick on me when we were kids. Consider it payback."

Stan threw his hockey stick to the ice and crossed his arms. "I can't believe I fell for that."

Mabel skated over and patted his arm in comfort. "It's okay, Grunkle Stan. We'll get them next time."

"Pines! Pines! Pines! Pines!"

Stan groaned. "They're never gonna let this one go."