Chapter 11
"Hey Grunkle Stan."
"Hey Grunkle Stan."
Mabel and Dipper were home. They had gotten away with just an arm brace and some pills to completely rid the drugs from Mabel's body.
"Hello, Mr. Pines. I know what you're thinking. Why do I have your kids, where have they been- but- yeah... they're safe... and stuff..." Mori said uncomfortably. Why was these children's uncle wearing underwear to greet someone?
"It's fine." their uncle said.
"Are you sure? Because-"
"It's fine! Now can I show you something interesting..."
Dipper and Mabel escaped to the safety of their attic bedroom. Mabel was already asleep, and strangely dreaming of when they were five. Then the dream changed. Mabel saw Blendin Blandin, the time traveler, again.
"Be warned." he said. "You will mess with time again, but not in the way you think..."
Mabel shot upright.
"Whoa..." she muttered.
"What?" Dipper asked, looking over.
"Nothing. Nothing at all!" Mabel laughed nervously.
"No seriously. Tell me."
"I was just thinking about dinner, was all." Mabel said anxiously, fidgeting with her pillow. "I have to go." she said, and left the room apprehensively.
...
The next morning, Dipper woke up and found that Mabel wasn't in bed. After a few minutes of searching the Shack, he realized she wasn't even there. As he trudged upstairs, the door creaked open. Dipper, realizing this person seemed to be sneaking around, quirky hid underneath the couch. I bet it's Grunkle Stan smuggling stolen stuff away in that weird-looking box. Dipper thought. But it wasn't Grunkle Stan. It was-
"M-!" Dipper clapped a hand to his mouth and quietly scolded himself for being so loud. He had to see what Mabel was up to. She was being so sneaky lately. He thought they were really close. But he was beginning to think he barely knew her at all. It looked like she was holding a plastic bag. Mabel was already climbing the stairs just as Dipper was getting his bearings. He slinked after her. Mabel looked around as she reached the top of the stairs. Heart beating fast, he plastered himself to the wall. As Mabel shut the door Dipper breathed a sigh of relief. This was he could see her through the keyhole and not be seen in return. As he neared the hole, that second, Mabel moved so fast if Dipper blinked he would have missed it. She ripped the sheets off her bed revealing a cloth bag she had knitted herself. Dipper grinned at the memory, but it quickly faded as he saw Mabel stuff the plastic bag inside, and then stow it in her pillowcase. Dipper couldn't barge in then; Mabel wasn't that stupid. She's know he'd been watching all along and hide the bag in a new place. Instead Dipper grudgingly went downstairs. He decided to read his book to pass time. He reached into his jacket pocket. If there was one thing to cheer him up, his book could. Instead of the familiar worn leather hardcover book-feel, he felt a notepad. "What the...!?" he said in astonishment. He slipped the notepad out.
I have it.