A little funny (And Embarrassing!) One-Shot I thought of while petting my kitten, Sweetie. Cats are AWESOME.
Mabel's POV
I skipped up the Mystery Shack's creaky, old stairs to the attic that is me and my brother's temporary bedroom. I swung open the door and walked in to see Dipper's side of the room cray-cray. I mean, maps and sketches carelessly flung about, clothes and books cluttering the floor, and several pieces of paper marked 'Dear Wendy,' peaking out from under his bed- No wait, that is normal. Dipper was running back and forth, looking freaked out, mumbling something like, "Where could it be, I already checked everywhere- oh where could it be?!"
"What's wrong Dippin' sauce?" I asked him.
"What's WRONG?! I lost the JOURNAL!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. I gasped.
"Oh, wherever could it be?" I said suspiciously.
"Are you hiding something, Mabel?" Dipper asked.
"Noooooo..." I said. I slid the journal that I was hiding on his bed. "I found it!" I said, pointing at it. Dipper screamed.
"B-B-But...How?!" He asked, very confused.
"I'M NOT ACTING SUSPICIOUS, YOU'RE ACTING SUSPICIOUS, WHAT'S A JOURNAL!?" I screamed.
He looked at me.
"OKAY! Fine! I took it! I just couldn't take the pressure!" I wailed.
"What are you talking about?" Dipper asked.
"I took it to find a Barf fairy!" I explained.
"Did you find one?"
"No."
"W-What?"
"I do not know!" I said.
"I'm going to sleep." Dipper said.
I know it's terrible.