Mable, Dipper and Og

I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

...III...

I THANK GOD FOR EVERYTHING!

...III...

Dipper stared angrily as the island came within view, his sister sighed.

"Okay Dipper, I screwed up, I admit it, You made your point, now PLEASE give me back my grass skirt! I don't want people to see my wee-wee zone!"

"Forget it Mable! On top of everything else, I need this more then you!"

"But I'm half-naked without it!"

"And I'll be FULL naked without it, so what's your point?"

"Well, that's not true. You have a loincloth-

"You mean the napkin that's currently flossing my rear-end? It barely counts as a HANKIE, never mind an article of clothing!"

"Well, in fairness it's not like you have anything to be seen regardless-

"OKAY! Just for that you lost your top privileges as well!" Shouts Dipper as he angrily jumps on Mable, pining her to the ground and starts to wrestle her top off her.

It's then that the docking procedure is finished.

Seeing her chance, Mable quickly exploits Dipper's least favorite 'tickle spot' to distract him. She quickly rolls away from him-

RIP!

-taking her skirt back as she did so!

"SorryDipperIKnowIScrewedUpIPromiseIllMakeItUpToYouLaterButTheresNoWayImSpendingMyWholeSummerButNakedSeeyouLatterThankYou!" Shouts Mable as she runs for it, hastily trying to repair the skirt as she did so.

A furious Dipper was about to chase after her, but he heard the other passengers showing up. Flustered, he covered his nearly naked state and also made a run for it, off the ship.

...

Mable groans as she heads deep in the jungle where no one can see her, desperately trying to fix her skirt...but she'd ripped it nice and good in her panic...now it was a struggle just to keep it from falling apart.

Worse, only NOW did she remember that Dipper was the the one who actually bothered to LISTEN to their parents instructions on where their Grunckle Stan's hut was located.

And given how Dipper was feeling toward her right now...

Mable sighed, "Great, on top of everything else. I'm now lost!"

"I find it very well done that one of Socrates first challenges to the young Alcibiades was his knowledge on the essence of politics and/or the concept war and peace. Especially his assertion that people should fight on just ground..."

"But wasn't that kind of hypocritical though, I mean he had to know that Alcibiades was less experienced then him on such matters...so wouldn't him knowingly come into a debate with someone less skilled then himself on such philosophical matters..if anything, wouldn't that be fighting him on NOT just ground?"

Mable's eye's widen in panic, someone else was here! She quickly concealed herself in a bush and looked over into the next clearing over to see...

A nearly naked wild boy talking to a porcupine? ...and the porcupine talking back?!

'Wait, what?' Thinks Mable to herself baffled.

"Well, perhaps. But by that same logic...no teacher should be allowed to teach students." Points out the boy flatly.

"But that's my point! It's a rather self-destructing fallacy, isn't it?" Asserted the porcupine.

Mable was bewildered. "This isn't right... the porcupine goes...wait...the porcupine goes...how dose it go again..." She scrunches her face to think as she goes back over her animal noises. "The Cow goes moo, the roster goes Cock-a-doodle-doo, the lion roars, the goat bleats, pig goes oink-

"I beg your pardon?"

"Well I never!"

Mable had just enough time to look behind and see a ticked off goat ram her in the rear, she cried out in pain as she was launched forward-

RIP!

-Minus her skirt, as it had been torn off by an equally pissed off Pig.

She had only a second to see the shocked look of the little native boy-

SQUISH!

POKE!

OW!

Before she landed but first on an equally surprised and then quickly very irritated porcupine.

Mable sobbed, her rear felt like it was on fire...and worst of all it was naked and exposed for all to see...

"Huh, this is actually the first time I've seen a human pudenda of a female that wasn't directly related to me...this is interesting."

The reminder that a unknown BOY was getting a good look at her spread-eagle nethers- she was literally in too much pain to move right now -was too much for her...

"Oh, gee. I'm sorry. here, don't worry. My pisses off my friends a lot, so needless to say I know my way around porcupine quills..."

It was a helpless Mable that had to endure a strange boy plucking out dozens of quills lodged in her rear...and 'other' places...

But fortunately he had a special cream to numb the swelling and pain...so that was nice at least...

Why did you attack her?" Asked the boy.

"She insulted us!" Snapped the pig flatly

"She's racist!" Agreed the goat.

Mable- the pain now subsiding a bit - finally manages to speak out. "okay, look I'm sorry for hurting your feelings...but how in the name of Paul Bunyan are you speaking!?" She shouted...trying VERY hard to hide the fluster of the feel of the boy rubbing that wondrous, soothing cream on her privates...

The porcupine snorted, "Girl, if talking animals are enough to startle you...then you are in for a LONG trip..."

"Huh?" Asked Mable confused.

"He's referring to the large number of supernatural and paranormal entities that frequent the island, I have several theories on why these occur. Firstly, when that large chunk of Oregon was shot out of the ground and landed here in the Pacific to form this island it-

Mable sighed as she started to tune him out, 'Great, I come all the way out here to a tropical paradise in the middle of the ocean and the first person I meet is a nerd like my brother...if this is a sign of things to come, Dipper must be having the time of his life...maybe he won't be mad at me next time I see him then?' She thought hopefully...

...

'I'm going to KILL Mable for this', thinks Dipper as the sacrificial knife came down upon his genitals...

...III...

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