Just a little something that's been sitting around in a folder for a while. Hope you enjoy! - SGA

"Gotta get back...gotta let him know...g-gotta let him know..." The girl gasped to herself between ragged breaths. Maximum exertion was currently the name of the game. Sweat dripped down her forehead and turned chocolate brown locks into a damp mess beneath her helmet. Furiously she zipped down the dirt road. He feet were working the pedals so hard that her body was a blur from the knees down.

In her single-minded haste she failed to notice the small hole up ahead in the road until it was too late. Suddenly she was soaring through the air as the impact sent her tumbled off of her bicycle. Mabel landed hard upon the ground with a shrill yelp and was sent rolling several feet over stone and dirt.

By the time she tumbled to a stop, her legs were crisscrossed with scratches and cuts and an enormous bruise was now spreading to life on her left arm. But she hurriedly bounced back up onto her feet and scrambled right back into the seat. In no time the determined neonate was on her way again, zipping along as fast as the limits of her endurance allowed her.

A few minutes later she finally arrived at the Mystery Shack. Mabel didn't even pause to prop her bicycle up on its kickstand, remove her helmet, or even brake to a full stop. The young teen practically hurtled herself off the bike, leaving it to fall over in a heap with a loud metallic crash.

"Dipper? Dipper!" She hurtled into the tumbledown tourist trap like a miniature juggernaut. "Dipper! Dipperrrrrr! Dipper? DIPPER!"

A clatter of footsteps echoed loudly from the stairway as her brother bounded down from the second floor. Mabel dashed off, and the two met up in the living room. Dipper took one look at his battered sister and was instantly afire with alarm.

"WHOA! What the...!" He bolted over to her side. "Mabel, what happened? I thought you were just buying yarn!"

"I-I was!" The exhausted girl clutched her cramping stomach and wheezed furiously. "But...but then I...I-I..."

Mabel was so hopelessly out of breath from her epic flight back from town that she could barely speak. She could even barely stand for that matter, and now wobbled shakily on sore legs, While she gulped in heavy lungfuls of air, Dipper furiously rubbed her back to try to speed her recovery along.

His stomach twisted into a cannon ball-sized knot. They had already encountered everything ranging from malicious triangle-demons to the return of long-lost and previously unknown relatives (and that had all been in just their first Oregonian summer last year). In other words, it took a lot more to rile either of the two of them up than it used too. Whatever was going on here, it sounded like it was something big. There was no doubt in his mind.

"What?" he pried worriedly. "What is it? What-"

"I was coming back home when I thought of something!" She finally blurted out. "Dipper, next time we enter a contest or play a game on the same team together, and win, then we can call ourselves TWINNERS!"

Dipper's worry was drowned by the flood of incomprehension that instantly washed over him. For a moment all he could do was stare blankly at his sister and the rapidly growing smile that was now taking over her face.

"...Wait...say that again?"

Mabel giddily bounced up and down on her heels as she explained. "Twinners! Get it? Twins, who are winners! Clever, huh?"

"...This is what you rushed back from town for?" Dipper was spectacularly underwhelmed.

"Uh-huh!" She nodded her still-helmeted head vigorously.

When she noted the way her brother was gawking at her, she gave herself her first thorough lookover since she returned. As soon as she noticed her impressive array of minor hurts, she burst out giggling sheepishly. When she took note of all of her scratches, her rosy cheeks went a little brighter.

"Whoopsies!" She giggled sheepishly. "Whoa, check me out. Guess I probably could have been a teensy bit more patient, huh?"

"Yeah, that would have helped. Dipper put it gently as he scratched the back of his neck. "Um...let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

A minute later Mabel was comfortably seated at the table and thirstily gulping down a large glass of water. Her dutiful twin dug out the First-Aid kit from beneath the sink, opened it up, and splashed some hydrogen peroxide on a paper towel. As he started to gently dab a cut on her leg, Dipper glanced up, met her confused gaze and noticed that apparently it was his turn to receive a strange stare.

"What?"

"What's your dealio, bro-bro?" She cocked her head and asked curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"Just look at you! You're acting like this is a whole bunch of nothing. Sure, I didn't win the lottery or find a new freaky monster or something like that, yeah. But still, TWINNERS! We got an awesome brand new title we can use whenever we kick someone's butt, from now until forever! You have have to admit, that's at least a little amazing, right?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, it's definitely something, but-"

"Twins who win! Twinners! Twinners!" Mabel repeated. She simply couldn't wrap her head around the fact that he wasn't anywhere close to as ecstatic as she was.

"It's just that…." Dipper paused. "Sorry, but haven't we done this before? I'm getting a major sense of deja-vu here."

"Whatcha mean?"

"Didn't you already get excited about this last week? Like, the same exact thing?" Ask the befuddled teen boy.

Mabel though for a few moments. A fresh smile sprouted from ear to ear when she remembered. She burst out giggling and did a full face-palm. "Oh! Pffft, I can't believe I forgot! Well, looks like my Silliness Score gets another point, huh? Hahaha! Anywho, no."

"No?" he repeated incredulously.

"Nope! That was totally different." she clarified for him.

"You sure?" Dipper asked. "I'm ninety-nine percent sure it was the same thing."

"No, last week was the restaurant idea. Remember? I figured out that if we ever opened a restaurant together for some reason, then we could call our dinner specials the twin-ner specials..."