"I'm telling you, your parents have the most beautiful relationship I've ever seen." Ken remarked.
"It did take you awhile to fully realize that, though," Phoebe noted. "For example…."
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"Woah!"
"What the - "
Husband and wife found themselves stuck to each other by the wrist. Dipper sternly looked at the teen that was holding what looked like a gun, fairly certain he was responsible. "Ken, what is this?"
Ken paled. "Sorry, Dipper! It's a gun Ford gave me to use with my suit to hold enemies in place."
Wendy looked at her wrist and groaned. "Dipper? Isn't this the super-strong adhesive from the ship you told me about?"
Dipper groaned as well. "How long is this supposed to last?"
Ken called over his shoulder. "Ford, how long does this last again?"
They heard a voice reply. "Basically until we apply the desiccant."
"Well, is it ready? We had an accident."
After a pause, all they got was a "um..."
"Oh, come on!" Wendy griped.
Mabel appeared out of nowhere as if on cue. "Hahaha. Looks like my silly bro-bro got a little too.."
"No..." Dipper warned her, but he was too late.
"ATTACHED to his sweetheart!" Mabel laughed uncontrollably. After she settled down a bit, she continued. "You know what? Bet 10 bucks that you guys can't handle the day like this without going nuts!"
Wendy grinned "Y'know what, why not? You're on!"
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Kitchen, 2:00 PM
"Knife?" Dipper's free hand gestured to Wendy's left. Mabel's yes peeked out of a corner with excitement.
"Got it." She deftly handed it to him through the conjoined hand.
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Outside, 4:00 PM
"OK" Wendy climbed into the driver's seat of the car after her husband had situated himself, straddling the middle section uncomfortably while his other leg dangled in the passenger seat.
He winced "I can handle this for ten minutes or so, I think we'll -"
"Then hold on!" she replied, flooring it.
"Wendy, you don't have to - WHOA!" Dipper panicked as the car lurched forward.
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The Woods, sunset
"Get back here!"
The Pines family found themselves chasing Gompers III around as he unsuspectingly chomped on a plastic vial. As Mabel and Stan slowed down, Mabel spoke into her walkie-talkie. "You lovebirds ready? Heading your way."
"Oh, we got this." cackled the voice of a cocky redhead through the device.
Seconds later the couple charged out of the woods, calling out together as they ran. "In, out, in, out," their feet moving in perfect unison. As they approached the goat, Dipper called out, "Now!" and the two jumped together perfectly. Their arms wrapped around the goat as they fell on top of it, trapping the goat and retrieving the vial.
Ford and Stan finally caught up, with Mabel peering from behind. Ford spoke up, "Great job, you two! Well, the formula for releasing you two is finally ready." He pulled it out.
Wendy chuckled. "You sure we have to do this? I'm getting used to carrying some extra brainpower!"
Dipper joined in grinning, "Same with m and all this athleticism!"
"OK, Scrapbook-portunity right here! That kind of cheesy dialogue...smile!" Mabel pulled a camera out of her sweater and took a photo immediately as Ford poured the vial's contents onto the couple's wrists.
"Now, then, Mabes, I believe you owe me something?" Wendy gestured with an open palm. Mabel huffed as she pulled out a single Hamilton bill and slapped it into the hand.
As the rest of the family moved on, Mabel hung back a bit until someone joined her in a brown suit or armor - Kamen Rider Weird. "Sorry I wasn't able to help with this, had an issue back at the lake". As he pulled the active Chapter Drive from the Journal Belt, the armor around him dissolved to reveal Ken's tired face. "So, how'd it go?"
Mabel grinned madly. "Without a hitch. Those two are now separate once more."
"And the other thing?"
Now it was Mabel's turn to pridefully hold out an open palm. Ken sighed and got out his wallet, handing a few bills to Mabel. "And just when are you planning to tell them you more than made up your losses by betting with me that they WOULD be able to handle the day?"
"Who said I'm going to tell them?" Mabel happily skipped away. Ken checked his wallet, groaned, and trudged his way back to the Shack.
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"OK, riddle me this; how much did you bet Aunt Mabel on that one? Seems like you took a heavy hit."
Ken looked down and mumbled, "Fifty."
After a short pause, Phoebe started laughing in spite of herself. "You're an idiot, you know that?"
Ken protested, "Look, no one I ever heard about in fiction or reality ad ever enjoyed a Conjoined Challenge. How was I supposed to know they're THAT much of a perfect match?"
"Alright," Phoebe conceded. "But you should've known you made the wrong choice, given you were up against the matchmaker who got them together in the first place."