"...C'mon, c'mon." Dipper scoured the yellowed pages of Journal Number Three's section on local flora. Finally he was able to identify the misleadingly-innocent looking little white plant that was behind their latest predicament. "Found it!"
"What's it called?" Mabel chirped.
"Poultry Lily." As he read out loud, he gathered up the remains of the wildflower bouquet that his sister had proudly brought in only ten minutes before. "It says here, 'Usually completely harmless, except for a small segment of the population. Some people can suffer extreme adverse side effects from immediate contact with its pollen. Anyone displaying symptoms of this allergy can be cured easily if a quarter cup of their blood is drained and mixed with….' eeesh! Okay, gross."
"We have to do what?" His sister disgustedly exclaimed.
"Hold on, let me see if…." Dipper hopefully shined a black light over the page. Much to his relief, he found a hidden note scribbled on the side. "'The plant's adverse effects can also be cured by consuming a three-egg scramble, slightly running, with a little black pepper.' Huh. Why didn't he just write that one down first? That's so much easier than-WHOA!"
He had accidentally gotten too close to Wendy, and unfortunately the teen wasn't acting like her usual self. As he gathered up the last of the poultry-lily from up off the floor, she aggressively leaned over as far as her skinny body could stretch and tried to peck him.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to-" He had to dodge her bobbing head several times before he backed out of range. "Okay, okay, sorry!"
The teen glared distrustfully at him while flapping her arms and squawking at the top of her lungs. But once she felt like she had made her point, she settled back down in the large makeshift nest that she had constructed entirely out of T-shirts and overpriced knick knacks.
"Dipper?" Mabel checked worriedly from out of sight. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah. Well, not really. I mean, Wendy still thinks she's a….look, I have to go to the kitchen and cook up the cure, okay?" Dipper called back to this twin. "I only need like, ten minutes! I'll get you out of there soon!"
"Okay!" A muffled squeak answered. Despite the fact that she was buried underneath her redheaded friend, Mabel sounded like she was doing quite well given the situation. She even threw in a chipper reassurance. "Don't worry, bro-bro! Take your time if you have to. It's actually pretty cozy under here!"
Dipper frankly didn't feel all that comforted. He took off like a shot. "Just ten minutes! I promise!"
With the possible predator now gone, Wendy could actually relax. As the paranormal pollen continued to wreak havoc on her mind, the broody teen began clucking softly to herself. Every now and then she would shift in order to make sure her "chick" was sufficiently warmed. As she nested, a yellow-sweater sleeved arm snaked out and gave her a gentle pat.
"You know what, Wendy?" Mabel couldn't help but sweetly marvel. "I think you're gonna make a great mom someday…"