"Tah-dah!" Mabel exclaimed, holding up a strange looking sweater.
"Uh-huh." said Dipper, looking at it. The sweater was an odd mixture of reddish, blackish, purpleish, and blueish, with no colour particularly emphasized. Then the sweater changed colours, to orange, greenish, yellowish, and white. It kept changing colours at random intervals.
On the front of the sweater was the image of a spider. Until it changed to an ant, then a fly, then a mosquito, then a worm. It kept changing to different images of different bugs.
The shape of the sweater itself also seemed to keep changing, from having a big turtle-neck to a a smaller neck, to the sleeves growing and shrinking in length.
"So what did you make it from?" asked Dipper.
"My silk!" declared Mabel.
"Your silk?" asked Dipper, confused.
"Yeah, some of my bugs that I'm made of, or some of the bugs that I am, I guess is the more accurate way of putting it, produce silk. So, I thought, what better use for this weird bug silk I'm making than for sweaters. I made the picture on it a bug, 'cause I thought it would be fitting. It took a little while to make enough, but I think the result speaks for itself."
"I guess it does." said Dipper, still gazing at the almost hypnotically shifting sweater. "I suppose that explains why it's changing like that."
"Speaking of changing, I think I'll try it on. Could you turn around for just a sec or two?" asked Mabel.
Dipper nodded before turning around. Around half a minute later, Mabel said "Okay, you can turn back around now."
When Dipper turned back around, Mabel was now wearing the sweater she had just showed him, which was currently a mix of red, pinkish, cyan, and turquoise, with a picture of a butterfly on the front.
"How do I look?" asked Mabel.
"It fits your personality, I'd say." said Dipper with a smile.
"If I made more, do you think the kids at school would like it?" asked Mabel.
Dipper said "That I'm not so sure about."