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Dipper and Mabel were walking down the street down to the shop. They had to pick up brown bread with seeds, some semi skimmed milk and some chocolate digestives for their parents. Dipper had his usual red t-shirt on , his blue jacket and his hat to cover the mop on his head.
Mabel was wearing her Unicorn t-shirt with a red skirt.
The pair walked to the shop and stopped outside.
"Mabel look who's in there"Dipper whispered to Mabel.
"The till guy?"Mabel guessed not being able to see who was actually there.
"No Jack Hunter"Dipper answered.
"Dipper we cant let him win, we've got eachothers back"Mabel answered re assuring Dipper. The pair walked in calmly past Jack. He didn't seem to notice the pines twins until they walked to go and get the milk, that's the moment he spotted the pair.
"Oi Pine cone!"He shouted. Dipper rolled his eyes and sighed.
"What is it Jack"Dipper said as he turned to face him.
"How dare you set foot in my shop!"Jack said angrily.
"Your shop?!"Dipper answred as calmly as possible.
"Ye I was here first, you have no right to be here"Jack answered Dipper, his voice raising with every word.
"Look what happened yesterday was an accident, the sooner you accept that the better it will be for everyone"Dipper said boldly.
"Well said bro bro"Mabel said proudly of her sibling, they fist bumped and walked away Jack ran after them. When he reached Dipper he pocked his shoulder so he'd turn around. He did! The second Dipper was facing Jack , Jack punched Dipper in the eye causing him to fall to the ground.
"Jack what the heck?"Mabel shouted."Dipper are you ok?"Mabel asked her twin worriedly. Dipper was unconscious . When Jack noticed this he ran out of the shop."Dont worry Dipper I'll call for help"Mabel said as calmly as she could. She then rang 999 and within 10 minutes they were there taking Dipper to hospital.
Ford was downstairs working on a new invention the, reality gun. If what he thought was true then he obviously needed one. The reality gun was a simple weapon. All you needed to do was point the gun at the item/person who you think might be a fantasy and it will tell you if they are or not. Even though using the gun would be an easy proses creating the gun wasn't.
The gun wasn't nearly complete but Ford couldn't work out the next step to completing the gun was. He put it on his desks next to the copys of this journals Stan had created for Dipper. Ford sighed.
What if this machine isn't possible Ford thought.
He annualized his work and then scanned his journals , he was sure they'd help in some way. Ford couldn't think. He had been working for hours non stop. Perhaps a brake would help him.
Ford made his way up stairs to the living room. He walked over to Stans chair, he wasn't there. This was unusual. He walked into the shop to see Stan on the phone with a frown. He walked up to his brother and put a hand on his had no clue who Stan was talking to and what about he knew his brother and could easily tell when something was wrong.
"Ye I understand completely"Stan said down the phone."What of course I adore the children but you cant be series?"Stan said down the phone in a confused tone."Ok ok I would do anything for them but is sending them away really what they need right know"Stan answered down the phone . "Ok Ill be right over bye"Stan hung up.
"What was that about"Ford asked in a concerned tone.
"Dipper , some kid punched him in the face, apparently he's been making threats to the kids all year"Stan answered.
"And where are you going?"Ford asked.
"To go and get the kids, their parents are sure they want them here , permanently"Stan did like the thought of the kids being here all the time but he knew it wasn't fair for them to start school in a new place, no friends , no parents.
"I still don't understand Stanley"
"When Dipper got punched he fell unconscious, the hit had such an impact he needed an operation"Stan answered. The pair frowned.
"Then Im coming with you"Ford smiled.
"Ok"Stan answered knowing not to argue know.
