From Kraven the Hunter: "BTW: I got another idea. How about an alternate take on Gideon Rises where instead of going to Jeff the Gnome for help, Mabel has the idea of getting Sev'ral Timez to distract Gideon and his henchmen with the power of song while she and Dipper look for the deed to the Mystery Shack?"
You have no idea how long I have waited to write this one, oh gosh. This is going to be so much fun. I hope you like it!
The Power of Aggressive Dancing
Gideon was extremely confused. What in the world were these good-looking men doing outside the fence of the Mystery Shack? He would tell his henchmen to get them off his property but... he couldn't help but simply feel extremely confused by the sight before him.
"Do you think it's working?" whispered Leggy P to Deep Chris as they performed a dance number for the goons, who were watching with a mixture of befuddlement and awe.
"Totally! Mabel Dawg just said to keep the chubby one here until she came out, so let's kick it up a notch, dudes!"
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"Did you find it?"
"Nope! Not yet!"
There was a deep sigh. "Hurry up, bro-bro! The boys can't hold Gideon there forever!"
"I don't think it's in Stan's office, Mabel! We've gotta try another room!"
"Alright, but hurry!"
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"What is going on here?" Gideon finally asked after another minute or two of breakdancing. "Who are you?"
"We're SEV'RAL TIMES!" The boys all posed outside the fence, eliciting a round of applause from the henchmen and his father. The boy merely raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"I'm Leggy P!"
"He's Chubby Z, and I'm Greggy C!"
"I'm Creggy G, dawg!"
"And I'm Deep Chris!"
Gideon sighed in annoyance. They seemed to be some sort of boy band. It was rather disturbing how all of the boys looked somewhat similar, actually...
"Quick, dudes!" hissed Deep Chris under his breath. "We gotta sing for the chubby one!"
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"Ugh! I can't find it!"
"Did you check under the rug?"
"Yes! Twice!"
"Maybe Gideon has it..."
"Mabel, don't even joke about that."
"No, I'm serious! What if he does?"
"...Only one way to find out."
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Okay, this was beyond annoying now. The boy band (what were they called? Many Times? He couldn't remember anymore) was still having a good time dancing and singing outside the fence to the Shack, and his henchmen and father were just eating it up. Gideon groaned, running a hand down his face. Why was he the only one here with a brain?
He snapped his fingers, startling his henchmen and momentarily fazing the dancing blonds. "Get these nuisances off my property now, you buffoons!"
The boys seemed nervous and the one with the hat squinted at something behind Gideon before nodding to himself and whispering something to his comrades. Oh, that couldn't be good.
The group began to dance again, only this time they had deadly serious looks on their faces and were heading straight for the fence. His henchmen looked nervous and looked at each other, backing up against the fence as they neared the buffer men. "Uh, Gideon...?"
"Idiots! Stop them!" he shouted, clenching his hands into fists. His father backed away, unsure what to do.
"No one gets rid of Sev'ral Times!" declared the boy wearing a white tank top as he snapped his fingers aggressively.
"They're dancing aggressively towards us!"
Gideon growled in anger. Fine, he'd just have to deal with these morons himself!
Before he could head for the fence, however, he was pinned to the ground from behind by two pairs of hands. "What - ? Father, help!" A hand reached into his chest pocket and withdrew the deed to the Shack as his father looked confused and just stood there.
"Got it!"
Oh, no. He knew exactly who had that pubescent voice, and his blood began to boil as his anger grew.
"PINES!"
Dipper scrambled away as Gideon got to his feet and noted that Mabel was dragging her brother toward the fence, blowing a raspberry at the younger blond boy. "Thanks for the deed, Gideon!"
It was all a trap! he realized in fury. He should have known instantly when those dancing men came out of nowhere!
"Don't let them get away!"
"Hurry, Mabel girl!" called one of the boys as the twins scrambled over the fence, running away from the henchmen who had finally snapped out of their music-induced daze. Mabel dropped over the side in a flash but Dipper was climbing with the deed in his hand, so he was having a bit of difficulty. Gideon and his father rushed towards him, the former seething with rage and ready to yank the kid down.
"Dipper, come on!"
"I'm trying!" he snapped back, finally reaching the top as the Gleefuls drew near.
"Father! Climb the fence and get him down!"
"U-Uh, yes, Gideon." Bud signed and began to shimmy up after Dipper, whose eyes widened in fright.
Mabel glanced anxiously at the nearing henchmen and the boy band clones. If her twin didn't hurry, they were going to be in so much trouble...
"Dipper! Just jump!"
The boy swung his legs over and gave her a look. "What? Are you crazy?!"
"Just do it! I'll catch you!"
Dipper bit his lip as Bud drew closer and shut his eyes in annoyance. He jumped as far as he could off the fence, yelping when he was caught not by his sister, but by Deep Chris.
"I told you they could help!" Mabel cheered.
"That was rad, dawg!"
"Uh, yeah, I guess. Could you put me down?"
Deep Chris set the kid down and the group bolted as Gideon screamed insults at both them and his father. The goons were giving chase, but by the looks of it, they weren't going to be able to run all the way back to Soos' grandma's before the twins and the clones could. Mabel glanced at Dipper who shot her a smile of relief. Things were definitely looking up for the Pines family.
I feel like the clones would notice some sort of secret signal Mabel could give them and will just begin dancing aggressively on cue. I don't know, I just hope you liked it!