And so, twin siblings, Dipper and Mabel Pines left their home and walked out into the wide, wild world.
The land around Oregon was dark as Dipper and Mabel made their way across the palace bridge. They had never left their home by themselves before and knew little of the world beyond their walls. But they were definitely frightened by what their dad had done and they knew in their hearts that parents were NEVER supposed to kill their own children, so they were resolved to find a new person to live with and that would care for them in a lovable and nice way in which their parents had failed.
But where would they find a family, though? Who could they live with? The twins had no idea, so they decided to walk on and on and on until they come across one.
They continued walking until they soon found themselves in the middle of a deep forest, where owls hooted and creepy eyes stared back at them. Dipper and Mabel became really frightened, but they still ventured on.
After a few hours of walking, Mabel's stomach growled. She clutched her belly in pain. "Dipper! I'm hungry!"
Dipper took his green trucker hat with a star on the front of it (that was the hat he wore back then before his pinetree hat) and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He looked around. He couldn't sight any food anywhere. Suddenly, his stomach also rumbled for food. "Uggggh, I don't! There's nothing anywhere!"
But Dipper was wrong.
Suddenly, the children saw something just two feet in front of them. It was a house. It had frosty walls that glimmered and shined and its walls were the color of chocolate cake. The two siblings walked up to it in awe.
"Dipper, I'm hungry," Mabel told her brother.
"Me too," Her brother agreed.
Mabel inspected the house. "It looks like cake."
Dipper took a wift out of the cake house. "Wow! It even SMELLS like it!" Dipper exclaimed.
They looked at each other in excitement.
"Dipper, you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mabel grinned.
"You bet!" Dipper smiled.
"LET'S EAT IT!" They cried out joyfully together.
They started eating the house like maniacs to soothe their hunger and satisfy their bellies. Then, after eating the walls for two whole minutes, the door burst open and a woman in a baker's apron appeared on the front step, not looking very pleased.
"WHO'S EATING MY HOUSE?!" She bellowed.
Dipper hid a handful of cake behind his back and Mabel had chocolate all over her face.
"Uh…. no one," Dipper responded nervously.
But once the baker woman saw the two lovely twin children all alone by themselves and eating her house, her face instantly softened. "Why, you kids must be lost! To be in the middle of this creepy forest by yourselves! Are you hungry?"
Mabel nodded and tried to sneak another handful of cake from the wall of the house.
"Well, don't eat my house!" the baker woman laughed. "Come in and I'll feed you a proper breakfast!"
And so being really hungry, they gladly accepted her offer. So the Pines twins came in and they came in and had pancakes topped with lots of whipped cream, cookies and bread with butter. Dipper and Mabel were so full from the food and so tired from having walked so long, that the kind baker woman placed them on her bed and let them have her room for the night.
When the twins awoke the next morning, hamburgers and french fries were placed before them.
Dipper turned to the baker woman. "But I'm not hungry." He told her.
"Oh, you must eat up to regain your strength!" the baker woman stated.
Dipper nodded his head. "Well, I have to admit, that's a good point. I can't argue there."
And so the twins ate. They couldn't stop eating. It was all so good.
The baker woman asked the twins what their names were.
"My name is Dipper," Dipper told her while shoveling large amounts of french fries in his mouth. He motioned towards his sister. "This is my sister, Mabel."
The baker woman then wanted to know how they came to her house. They were careful not to let her know that they were royalty, lest she would send them back home to their murderous parents. But they DID tell her that their parents cut off their heads (which the baker woman didn't believe) and that they were looking for a kind family which no one would ever do that to them again.
"Enough, talk!" Mabel exclaimed. "I need more cake in my system! Can we have more, lady?!"
The baker woman smiled and brought forth an enormous chocolate cake.
"All right!" Dipper grinned.
Mabel shoveled a fist full into her mouth.
The Pines twins had stayed with the baker woman for many weeks. They ate whatever they wanted. Mabel gorged on the cakes, smearing them onto her pink cheeks like war paint. Dipper wasn't any better.
And of course, after many weeks of this going cycle, they grew fat. One night, as they laid on their beds, their fat sticking out of their shirts, Dipper asked his sister, "Isn't this great, Mabel? We never get to do anything and can eat what we want!"
Mabel nodded happily. "Heck yeah it is!"
Suddenly, Dipper's face grew serious as he asked, "Mabel, do you miss our parents?"
But Mabel didn't answer. She was too busy eating the wall and going on a little sugary trip.
In the morning, they still ate more sweets. More of their fat peaked out of their shirts and they even started growing double chins. They soon developed flabs on every part of their body and some of their clothing had tears in them.
Then the baker woman came by and asked Mabel to come help her. Mabel, with a lot of huffing and puffing, got up and followed the baker woman, her body jiggling with each and every step. The old woman asked the big girl to clean out a mysterious cage in the back of the room. Mabel, being pretty dull, got into the cage. It was at that moment that the woman slammed the cage shut on her.
"HEY!" Mabel screamed. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!"
But the baker woman already locked the door and went away. No one was able to hear her plea. Not even her own brother.
Just then, the baker woman came to the room where Dipper was and when she told him that they were going to be fattening up his sister for one month and then eat her, Dipper felt so weak and helpless that he felt like he could do nothing about it.
And then the day came to eat Mabel. She set her oven to 450 degrees and placed the fat Dipper inside. "Check if this is hot enough," she instructed. "Once I smell your skin roasting, I know it will be ready for your sister." She then closed and locked the oven door.
Dipper just sat there, more sweat coming out of him then normal as he thought what he should do. A little while later, a smell came to his nose. "Oh no, I'm cooking!" he gasped. "I gotta get out of here!" He tried really hard to think of what to do, when finally, an idea came to his mind.
The baker woman had smelled him cooking, came downstairs to the kitchen and opened the oven door. "Are you cooking yet, dear boy?" she asked.
Dipper shook his head. "No. It doesn't feel hot enough in here for me." he shrugged. "That burning smell had just been some fresh burning bread I had in my pocket."
"NOT HOT ENOUGH IN THERE?!" The baker woman huffed. "LET ME SEE!" She pushed Dipper away and crawled into the oven. "Why, it feels plenty of hot to me!"
Suddenly, at that moment, Dipper shut the oven door and locked it. "HEY!" the baker woman screamed. She banged her fists on the oven door. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Something had clicked in Dipper's brain. "I'm saving myself and my sister," he stated firmly. He then left the baker woman to die to the oven as he went upstairs for his sister.
He unlocked the cage and let her out. "Hey. You okay?"
Mabel nodded her head.
"Come on. Let's get out of here and find a new place to live."
The twins siblings left the baker woman's house and set off to find another family who hopefully won't be as bad as their parents and the baker woman.