The Dipper clones marched into town with there fists held up high preparing to uphold Gravity Falls.
Back at the Shack, the last clone was being printed.
"Alright, #1280. Today we concur all of Gravity Falls, and take our drink our drink of knowledge."
"Alright!" Yelled 1280.
"MURPH!" Cryed Dipper.
3 elbowed Dipper. "Quiet, you!"
"Lets go join the army." said 1280.
Dipper was blinded and angry.
They're exact copies of me, what went wrong?
Dipper thought for a minute.
The new clones could have anger towards their life, because I was angry and startled when I they made me print them. But how will I stop them?
"Dipper?" said a familier femininine brace-filled face.
"Naphell?" said Dipper with a mouthful of tape.
"Why are you tied up with a pillow case on your head?" Mabel asked.
"Get fis pehow case off meh head, an iwl teh you." Muffled Dipper.
"Okay." Mabel walked over to Dipper and pulled the pillow case off his head.
"Backwhenstanhadthatpartyiclonedmyselfsoicouldavoidworkingattheticketstandandduringmyplantodancewithwendyihadtohavetwoclonesstealrobbiesbikeandtheyreturnedsotheycouldgetrevengeformeforgettingaboutthemandabandoningthem,sotheymademoreclonesandthey'regoingtotakeovergravityfalls!" Dipper stamered.
"WHAT!" Mabel yelled.
"They made exactly 1280 clones." Dipper told Mabel.
"No time for facts, we need to stop them!" Mabel grabbed Dipper's vest and dragged him to their room. While being dragged, the ropes he was tied in fell off.
"I'll get my grappling hook, you get your journal and find something that could help us stop the clone army!"
"I'm already on it." Dipper said.