"So," said Mabel. "If you were in the circus, what act would you be?"
"Well, I think I'd probably be either a tamer or a magician." said Dipper. "That or somebody who works behind the scenes. How about you?"
"I've been thinking about it, and it was kinda hard to decide, but I think I've settled on something." said Mabel, turning back into a swarm. Soon, the bugs formed back into Mabel but she was now wearing a sparkly white suit with pink stripes and a pink cape. She was also wearing a white and pink striped helmet with a glass visor. Her brown hair was more than long enough to stick out underneath the helmet.
"Tah-dah!" said Mabel, standing triumphantly. "Witness the amazing feats of Mabel the Missile, The high-flying shooting star of wonder and mystery! Gasp as she's loaded into a mighty cannon, tremble with anticipation as the fuse is lit, recoil in excitement as she's blasted over the horizon and into the great beyond, leaving a twinkling star among the cosmos!"
"I don't think there's a circus cannon powerful enough to blast somebody into space yet." said Dipper with a smile.
"Well, maybe there is, and they just haven't found it yet." said Mabel. "You know, with the kind of person I am, it's a little hard to believe I've never been shot out of a cannon before. Well, I guess those four times with geysers were kinda like cannons, but still.
"I only recall two things with geysers." said Dipper.
Mabel laughed and said "You weren't around for the other two. They're both kinda long stories. Anyway, human cannonball's probably one of my top dream jobs. Up there with vet and uh, something fashion related, I think. 'Course, I wouldn't exactly be a human cannonball anymore. Ooh, that reminds me, I could also be a flea circus!"