They had just left Sir Frosty's Ice-Creamalot with double-scoops of their favorite flavors in hand. But right before they reached Soo's truck, the gentle giant nearly spooked his young friends clean out of their skins when he suddenly let out a frightened yell that echoed all the way down the length of the town's main drag. Without delay he hurled himself down on the sidewalk and covered his head like an artillery bombardment was incoming.
"Soos!" Mabel shook him with one hand as she balanced her triple scoop of chocolate peanut butter swirl with the other. "What happened?"
"You okay?" Dipper checked him over. Thankfully he seemed to be unharmed as he got up and flashed them both a sheepish smile.
"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry dudes, I totally thought I saw a bat fly by. A bunch of them live here around Main Street, and they come out a lot in the summer, all flapping around and junk." He explained himself sheepishly. "Didn't want one getting in my hair or anything nuts like that, y'know?"
"Okay...but buts don't actually get caught in people's hair." The tween explained.
"Really?" He heaved loudly in reply.
"Yeah, that's just an old wives tale." Dipper was more than happy to clarify. "You don't have anything to worry about."
"Yeah! They only get in there when you let them in!" Mabel cheerfully chimed in. Her brother stopped and shot her a very puzzled look.
"...Wait…what?"
"Yeah, bats only get in your hair when you let them! Just like Rebecca!" she chirped. "See?"
"Okay, just who's RebeccAAAAAUUUGH!" His sister parted her brown looks and revealed a tiny brown face that gazed right back at him. Dipper nearly leapt back five feet with a massive start. "MABEL!"
"What?" She asked innocently before snuggly tucking away her friend. "It's only until that bruise on her wing heals up…."