One quick thing before I begin. ScoutTheTrackerPup once again figured out the code. I'm not telling you what it was though. Anyways, enjoy!

Sunlight crept over Dipper as he forced his eyes open. Even though he didn't have a watch; he could tell that it was late morning and that Mabel was probably already up, and had been for hours.

As he stood up to stretch, he felt a crunch beneath his feet. When he moved them, he saw a crushed popcorn kernel, along with about twenty uncrushed others.

He groaned. Mabel, why do you NEVER clean up after yourself? He thought before realizing he was just as guilty of the mess as she was. Defeated, he walked to the kitchen to find breakfast.

The fridge didn't look very appealing; there was very little food in there and the food that WAS there looked like it was bought years ago.

Dipper rolled his eyes. He loved his Grunkle Stan, but he NEVER cleaned the fridge. Ever. It was now at the uncleanable stage and had been for years now.

I'll just get a granola bar from my bag, then. He thought. It wasn't his first option or even top 10, but his stomach was growling and everything in the fridge would probably kill him on the first bite.

He walked upstairs to the attic to find Mabel already in their room, humming a tune, with the door about halfway ajar. Without a second thought, Dipper barged into the room.

"Hey, Mabel. Have you seen my-" He cut himself off as his face turned redder than a tomato. There was his sister, only in a pink bra and matching panties. She heard him and turned around. Dipper expected her to get super mad and yell at him to get out and probably chase him out with a broom.

But she didn't. She just smiled. "Morning, Dips." She greeted him happily. She then noticed his dark red face and the few beads of sweat rolling down his face and frowned. "Something wrong?"

Dipper opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, he stood there, umoving and staring at Mabel's partially naked body like an idiot. As much as he wanted to turn away, his eyes were glued to his twin's slightly curvy figure.

It finally hit Mabel what was happening and she smiled micheviously. "Ohhhh, busted!" She said mockingly. "You were staring at me, weren't you?"

Dipper finally snapped out of his trance and would've turned even redder, except that wasn't even possible at this point. "N-n-no!" He defended himself. "It's just-"

Mabel laughed. "It's okay, bro. I'm just messing with you. I don't care." As she looked at herself in the mirror, Dipper could feel a tent forming in his pants. He needed to get out of there, fast.

"I think I should leave." Dipper stumbled over his words, failing to keep his composure.

Mabel turned to face him. "Why? Just because you're embarassed to see me like this?"

Dipper bit his lip. "Kinda..." He was finding it extremely difficult to keep his eyes on hers. Before Mabel could respond, he walked out of the room, using his left hand to shield his eyes away from his half-naked sister.

He made a beeline for the bathroom, rinsing his sweat off of his forehead. The cold water also helped to cool his face off. Fortunately for him, the bulge in his pants had disappeared, so he didn't have to worry about that.

What the hell am I thinking? He mentally scolded himself. That's your sister, your TWIN sister no less. I shouldn't be looking at her like that. Although she did look kinda... NO! Stop it! Why. Are. You. Messing. With. Me. Brain!?

Dipper wasn't sure what to make of what just happened. He wasn't sure of what he was feeling. But he was sure of one thing: he was still hungry.

Dipper found himself not watching, but blankly staring at the TV. He did this whenever nothing interesting was on. Right now he was 'watching' a rerun of Cash Wheel. He had never really gotten into game shows, partially because he knew it was mostly luck and partially because Grunkle Stan had something to say every five fucking seconds.

"Hey."

He turned to see Mabel, fully clothed this time, in a lavender sleeveless shirt and purple cargo shorts. With little effort, she underhandedly tossed him an object in her left hand. The object hit Dipper in the forehead, just above his eyebrows, and landed in his lap.

A granola bar.

"Figured you were hungry." She explained, her right hand rubbing her opposite shoulder nervously.

"Thanks." Dipper nodded. He opened the wrapper with ease and took a bite.

"Dipper." Mabel began, but then hesitated. "About what happened back there-"

He cut her off. "Let's just forget about it, kay?" He said quickly, keeping his eyes on his snack.

"Okay." Mabel agreed. "But first, I wanna say that I'm sorry."

Dipper stopped eating. "Why?"

"I-I shouldn't have made you uncomfortable. That was my fault."She explained. "I should've kicked you out."

"With a broom?" Dipper's thoughts were turned into words before he even knew it. He also couldn't help the small smile from forming on his face as he imagined his sister chasing him out with a broom, the object repeatedly hitting him in the head.

"Hmm, good idea." Mabel grinned evilly, clearly sharing the same thoughts with her brother. She then changed to a happier smile. "Or better yet...how about we go monster hunting today?"

This got Dipper's attention. "Really?"

"Yeah. It could be fun." Mabel said, getting more excited with every word. "What do you say, little bro? One more time, for old times sake?" She held out her hand for a high five.

Dipper gladly high-fived her. "Let's do it," he said, with as much entusiasm as Mabel. "And I'm not your little bro." He added.

"Yes you are." Mabel said proudly.

"By five minutes!" Dipper said, slightly annoyed.

"Five minutes is still older, bro." She shot back. "And besides, I've got one thing you don't."

"And what's that?" He challenged.

"I've got my..." Mabel reached into her pocket but pulled out nothing. She groaned. "Aw, cheese sticks. I left my grappling hook in the attic." Her face showed disappointment briefly but then lit up again. "I know! Let's raid Ford's study for cool stuff to take with us."

Dipper didn't even pause to think of the consequences. "Last one down there cooks dinner tonight." He declared, running towards the secrer door disguised as a vending machine.

"Oh no you don't!" Mabel yelled, chasing after him.

And done! I hoped you liked it. If you did, please comment and vote. Feedback keeps me going.

Here's the code for this part: DOXMMIFKD ELLH!

Whoever cracks it first gets a mention in next chapter.

Anyways, have a decent one. ✌

-take71