"Oh come on Dipper!" Mabel begged. Dipper sighed and sat up.

"Okay, tell me the plan."

"Twin man!" Mabel exclaimed. Dipper was confused.

"What?"

"Twin man! I sit on your shoulders and we put on this overcoat!" Dipper narrowed his eyes.

"How do you know this will work?"

Mabel shrugged. "I saw it on a cartoon once. Remember that imaginary friend home thingie?" Dipper face-palmed. "Just put on the heels! You're too short!"

"Why am I the bottom?"

"ENOUGH WITH THE STUPID QUESTIONS!" Dipper looked at his sister.

"This had better be a good plan..."

Dipper and Mabel were at the airport, with a fake passport and wearing an overcoat and high heels. Mabel was the head and was wearing a fake mustache and a hat, she was also talking in a fake french accent. (She still thought they were going to France.) Dipper was the arms and legs, and was struggling to walk. Waddles was in their suitcase. He oinked occasionally. They approached the counter.

"Hi. We'd like to go to France." Dipper elbowed Mabel. "I mean Italy." The clerk was confused.

"We? Is there someone with you?" She asked. Mabel's eyes darted back and forth and she started to sweat.

"NO! Ahem, No. Of-Of course not! J-Just me. A-And my legs. Which are most certainly mine, if-if that's what you're implying."

"Okay, Sir. Passport?" They just stood there.

"I am Reaching for my passport now." She looked down. Her brother's arms didn't move. "I AM REACHING FOR MY PASSPORT NOW." She kicked Dipper's head, causing the coat to jerk and mumble an 'Ow...' Dipper's arms reached around, trying to find the pocket.

"Are...You okay Sir?" The clerk asked.

"I'm fine, it just seems my arms aren't reaching to the right." Mabel urged. Dipper finally found the pocket and handed the clerk named 'Sandra' their passport.

"Thank you mister...Bob Robertsonstienison?" Sandra looked at them with a questioning look.

"It's French." Dipper bumped her. "Italian." She corrected.

Sandra handed them their ticket and sent them to the security, which was just a couple guys that pat you down. When it was FINALLY their turn, They got a couple weird stares from the guards. They patted Mabel down, but when they hit Dipper, well, this happened:

"Watch it buddy!" He was shocked.

"Is there someone in your coat, Sir?" He asked.

"Why no! No! That was me! I have a cold! And i'm French! I mean Italian! I'm, Frenchitalian! That's a place in Italy! I was born there!" Mabel sputtered. They checked her again and pulled something out of her pocket.

"You can't have a...Grappling Hook on a plane Sir!" He set it down on the counter.

"WHAT?!" She shrieked, startling Dipper. He jumped and almost sent them to the ground, where they would be discovered. (If they weren't already.)

"I'm sorry. You can pick it up when you come back. Go ahead, boarding is in 20 minutes." He said, pointing to the clock. it read 2:43. Mabel sighed.

"Alright..." Dipper wobbled over to the bench where they would wait to board. He stood next to the bench, baffled. "What's wrong Dipper?" Mabel whisper-screamed.

"How do we sit?" Mabel Pondered for a moment.

"Just...Sit." She stated plainly.

"But it will look like Bob's ankles are bending to sit!" He said.

"Then we'll lay down!" Mabel proclaimed. They swayed until they finally crashed down on the bench, Mabel shrieked as she slid off the side and out of the overcoat, revealing herself to everyone, thank goodness no one was paying attention. She quickly slipped back into it. "This could be a problem on the plane."