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"Body slam!"

Dipper's eyes shot open and the strangely garbed girl froze in mid air, wearing a hard knitted body stocking and lucha libre mask in shades of pink and red.

"Dipper," Mabel said as she floated above his bed. "I checked you thoroughly while you were asleep and didn't find an amulet. Did you swallow it? Or… eww!"

"Not thoroughly enough," he replied, happy the stone in his belly button remained unfound. "Now what are you doing?"

"Wrestling match," Mabel replied. "I posted the schedule a week ago, not my fault you didn't read it."

"Where is it posted?" he asked.

"Underside of the kitchen table," she said cheerfully.

Dipper let her fall on him, deciding that a body slam was less painful than dealing with Mabel's logic.

Half an hour later

"I still say the noogie isn't a proper wrestling move," Dipper said sprawled out on the floor.

"If you can use wedgies as a move, I can use noogies," Mabel said taking off her mask and tossing it on her bed.

Waddles, dressed in a little referee outfit started chewing on it.

"You know wrestling outfits are supposed to be made of spandex, right?" Dipper asked.

"Tried it, they should call the material perma-wedgie," Mabel said.

"Better than the Greeks, they'd coat themselves with olive oil and wrestle naked," Dipper said.

"Just wearing oil would be better than wearing perma-wedgie," Mabel said, "it's like wearing jello that is trying to have sex with you."

"Knitted suits it is," Dipper agreed. "Where's mine?"

"If you looked under the furniture once in a while you wouldn't have to ask that," Mabel said.

"Is it under my bed or yours?" he asked figuring she'd stick it somewhere close by.

"Yours," Mabel replied.

Dipper looked under his bed and returned with several packages. "Which one?" he asked.

"The blue one," Mabel said, "The other two are for this weekend."

Dipper nodded and opened the box. "It's spandex."

"I got us the outfits at the same time. I knitted the one I'm wearing last night."

Dipper shrugged and put it on turning around and asking. "What do you do think?"

"Ahh! take it off," Mabel cried, blushing and throwing an arm across her face.

"It's not that— " Dipper began before catching sight of himself in the mirror and stepping forward. "No means no!" he exclaimed suddenly, shedding the spandex in a hurry. "I think it just tried to rape me!"

"See?" Mabel demanded, before narrowing her eyes at Dipper's naked form, her eyes drifting downwards. "And why haven't you shared?"

"What?" Dipper asked confused.

"That!" Mabel said pointing at his lower body.

Dipper froze and then smacked himself in the head as he realized what she was looking at. "I made an extra one for you, I just didn't want to give it to you till I played a couple of pranks first." He opened the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out a necklace that he tossed to her. "What do we do with the spandex?"

"Mail it to someone we don't like?" Mabel offered putting on the necklace and levitating off the floor while making airplane noises.

"Gideon and Pacifica it is," he agreed.

"Overdone. Robbie, and Tambry," Mabel said.

"Tambry?" he asked.

"I have my reasons," she replied.

"Ok," Dipper said deciding not to argue. He thought Tambry was ok, but then this wasn't a really harmful prank or anything, so it really wasn't important.

"Are you going to knit me a wrestling outfit?" Dipper asked.

"You can wrestle like the Romans!" Mabel said from the ceiling.

"I can't just wear oil, it'll make a mess!"

"Fine, throw away the green box, I'll knit you one before the next match."

Dipper eyed the green box, but decided he didn't want to know.

"Body Slam!" Mabel cried out dropping through the air.

Typing by: Stephenopolos

TN: someone heard my plea and sent me a gyro thanks….