Dipper and Mabel stood in a clearing on the edge of the woods, around them people were setting up carnival rides and games. This was Grunkle Stan's latest money making scheme, holding a fair for the town folks (and the occasional tourist). Mabel had decided early on that she and Dipper would not be going on one of the sketchy looking rides. That sounded like a great way to fall out of the sky or something.

Stan moved to stand next to them "there she is kids, the cheapest fair money can rent. I spared every expense."

"Sounds like a great way to be sued after someone breaks their bones," Dipper pointed out.

"And that's why your sister is going to hang these up" Stan handed Mabel a stack of fake safety inspection certificates "here ya go sweetie, slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit."

"Grunkle Stan…" Mabel said "is that legal?"

"When there's no cops around, anything's legal!" Stan said with a laugh.

Dipper sighed. "Technicalities and loopholes are everywhere, huh?"

Stan ignored him, turning to his handyman "Soos, how's that dunk tank coming along?"

Soos was using a blowtorch to reinforce the metal bar holding the target "almost ready to go Mr Pines!"

"Excellent!" As Stan went over to look over his top employee's work, Mabel nudged Dipper.

"Hey, a little birdy told me someone had a date."

Dipper spluttered and blushed "no! Wendy and I are just hanging out."

Mabel chuckled. "Small victories bro-bro. You made a great step into breaking out of your old shell, so I will celebrate this victory as much as I see fit."

"Just don't make a big deal out of it" he begged, knowing how enthusiastic his sister liked to get involved in love lifes. Both her own and other's.

She blew a raspberry and shoved him playfully "fine!"

Dipper narrowed his eyes, his sight was slightly off, and Mabel took a step further from where he was glaring at, whistling innocently. Dipper sighed as he noticed the blurry figure he was aiming his glare at moved away from his line of sight, doing his best not to give in and laugh over his sister's antics.

"Don't you have a job to complete, Safety Inspector Mabel?"

Mabel shrugged, deciding to play along. "Come along then, Flotsam, we have things to do."

Dipper rolled his eyes. "The only Flotsam we know is one of sea witch's eels from that mermaid show. I believe you are thinking of Watson."

Mabel giggled as she shrugged, grabbed her brother's arm as she began to pull him along. "Fine, I will go with Flounder if that is the reference we're making."

Dipper shrugged. "As long as I'm not Sebastion, I wouldn't be able to handle all the pressure."

—-

"Dunk Tank is now open!"

Stan's shout and proceeding insults were the catalyst for several angry people to waste their money on his rigged game, all in hopes to dunk the guy.

Wendy and Dipper ignored him as he called out Wendy, calling her 'little red', like that would actually make her angry. Wendy wound up getting them each a Mystery Corndog, which was shaped into a question mark. "How do they get them in this shape, now that's the real mystery here."

Hearing Dipper chuckle, Wendy raised her corndog to the sign that read, 'delicious', but before she could draw attention, she actually thought through her joke.

Her 'visual' joke. Wendy smacked her face as the thought crossed her mind.

"Are you okay Wendy?"

Said teen chuckled, slightly nervously. "Nothing dude, there is just this sign here that says delicious, and since the corn dogs are shaped as question marks, I was thinking of holding mine up near it so it read as a question rather than a statement. Then I realized it wasn't as funny if my audience couldn't enjoy it."

Wendy pulled Dipper into a side hug when she said 'audience,' giving him a squeeze.

Dipper blushed as he chuckled, "well, explaining it like that, is still funny. Kind of why I enjoy puns so much, they don't really require sight to get the punchline across."

Wendy nodded. "Makes sense to me, Mabel comes off as more of a physical humor gal, while you have all the intellectual humor."

"Huh?"

Hearing how her words sounded after she said them, Wendy chuckled nervously. "Sorry, just listened to how that sounded. I meant that Mabel mostly runs on instinct, a 'live in the now' kind of gal. I didn't mean to sound like I did, you know?"

Dipper nodded, smiling again. Mabel loved her pranks, never pulling them on him thankfully, though he does recall her doing some before he began to have sight issues. So Wendy wasn't wrong per say, but to hear it phrased that way, his sense of humor right after her's, sounded like it was saying Mabel was stupid.

And he didn't really like that.

Wendy sighed. "Yeah, sorry again dude. Hey, there was this video that Lee and Nate were showing everyone, and since you don't really have a phone, they were unable to send it to you."

Wendy pulled her own phone out, bringing up the video. Dipper pulled out his glasses as he took hold of her phone, being careful to not get any grease from his own mystery dog on it.

The video wasn't all that bad, but as Dipper watched, while some of the pranks he wasn't able to properly see, a couple caused him to grimace. He didn't like the thought of other people touching his food, and the prank of handing the blind person a broom instead of his cane, reminded him of this bully that tossed his own in the janitor's closet, causing him to have to figure out which stick was his.

The prank with the dog, Dipper already knew Mabel was going to dress up any service animal he gets, if he ever got one that is. Guide Dogs did not come cheap. It was kind of hard to do the talk and move before you talked again, prank. He still had some vision, so he would see you move (so long as he was facing them), and therefore, know and be more annoyed by the attempt, rather than the prank itself.

It seemed like the couple were both having fun and good for them, but Dipper wasn't like them. He had never been the biggest fan of pranks.

Seeing Dipper squirm made Wendy glad she mentioned this. Now she knew to make sure Lee and Nate knew that he was uncomfortable with the idea of pranking him, especially messing with his cane if she is reading his reactions correctly.

Dipper tried his best to chuckle at the pranks as he handed the phone back. "Yeah, those do seem rather funny."

He had a slight bit of trouble putting his glasses away one handed, having pulled the case out before pulling them off. Wendy lent her hand, holding the case open as he folded in the arms by pushing them into his chin.

Wendy pulled Dipper along as she spoke to him. "Dude, you can speak up if you're uncool with something, the gang is chill like that. You don't have to act like you're fine with the pranks. Lee and Nate found them funny because the two in the video were laughing over them all, and came off as chill themselves. They wouldn't want to do something to hurt you."

Dipper nodded. "Yeah, I know you guys wouldn't."

Wendy fist bumped his shoulder, though forgetting that she had an oddly shaped corn dog in her hand, she wound up shaking it and throwing a blotch of mustard onto her shirt. "Aw man," after a quick check to make sure she didn't also fling sauce onto Dipper, she continued before the boy could question her. "Dude, I am gonna have to take a sec to deal with a sauce spill on my shirt. Give me a sec and I'll be right back man."

"Sure," Dipper said "I'll just wait here."

Mabel slid up to him "look at you getting all romantic!"

"Mabel" he sighed "I already told you it's not a date, and you promised not to make a big deal out of it!"

"I'm not!"

He huffed and rolled his eyes "anyways, what have you been up to?"

"Oh nothing," Mabel said "just wandering around and-" she cut herself off "oh my gosh a pig!" She squealed before Dipper heard the sound of running footsteps moving away from him.

Dipper smiled fondly, Mabel had always wanted a pet pig and begged their parents for one at least once a week. "Good luck!" He called after her.

A new pair of footsteps approached him "hey dork, have you seen Wendy?" It was Robbie.

Shifting a bit in place Dipper stopped himself from making a blind joke, remembering Robbie's reaction the last time he tried to do so around him. "She got sauce or something on her shirt and went to find napkins."

"Cool," Robbie said. "Guess I'll just wait for her here then, you don't mind. Right?"

"Actually Wendy and I were hanging out," Dipper said.

Robbie scoffed "oh yeah? And why would she want to hang out with some disabled loser pip-squeak like you?"

"We're friends," Dipper said softly.

Robbie glared at the younger boy, even though Dipper was unable to see it. "Whatever, freak, I suggest you scram before she gets back."

"No thanks" Dipper said "I'm not about to ditch Wendy and I's plans."

Dipper then felt something wet and sticky being splashed all over his shirt and a bit on his face. Dropping his cane he reached up and felt that he had been covered in soda.

"Oof" Robbie said, smirking, holding an empty cup. "Tough luck kid, you should probably change before that stains."

"Did… Did you do that?"

Robbie gave a fake scoff and tossed the cup away, knowing that if he didn't get rid of the evidence then Dipper would tattle on him to Wendy. "No, of course not. Your crazy uncle already charges five bucks for sodas, why would I waste it on you?"

Dipper took a deep breath, whether to hold back anger, or tears, he wasn't sure. Turning in the direction he knew the Shack was in, he picked his cane up and began to make the long trek homeward. "You aren't worth the effort," he muttered.

"Dumb… bat… insult here." Robbie took a moment to stretch out his legs, his new tight pants he was wearing to impress Wendy feeling a bit too tight, distracting him from thinking of a proper comeback.

Yes, he was sticking to that excuse.

Dipper shook his head as he walked away, having heard the teen's 'insult', if you could call it that. Reminding him of that time Mabel introduced herself to a different handicapped kid, and her first line was, 'hello, insert funny sensitive joke that won't make you cry here. I'm Mabel.'

During one of his trips to the eye doctors when he and Mabel were little, their parents warned her about how some people feel about these things, so she should be careful with what she said. But their worries had been in vain given how often she made some of the more nervous patients laugh and smile with her antics.

Shaking away his thoughts Dipper went back to the task at hand, trying to get back to the Shack. While the Mystery Fair wasn't super far away from the house the distance was enough that he was having trouble finding it.

Dipper was distracted from his current goal as the sparkly blob he knew was Mabel, she appeared in front of him with another pink smudge in her arms. "Dipper, look! His name is Waddles, because of how adorable he waddles."

Mabel paused as she finally got a good enough look at her brother, liquid dripping from his face, soaking down his shirt, along the edges of his vest. She has obviously seen and caused enough spills to recognize it was soda.

Dipper was blinking away some tears as he spoke to her. "That sounds great Mabel."

"Bro, what happened?"

Dipper sighed as he chuckled a bit. "I kind of spilled my drink, nothing too bad."

Mabel frowned, a slight twitch in her eye. She could tell he wasn't being honest. Highly doubting Dipper was able to spill his drink all over himself, maybe a little bit but not the full cup. He was probably just trying to not ruin her day.

As Mabel watched him squirm, she smiled. Setting Waddles down, she stepped behind him and adjusted the direction he was walking. "You're walking too far towards the right. Just focus on walking straight, and you'll hit the Shack in no time!"

"Thanks Mabel," he said appreciatively. Thankful she hadn't caught on to his lie, oh how wrong he was.

Mabel's smile was starting to look a bit threatening. "You can't continue with your date if you're covered in soda. Go change, I hear a ride with mine and Waddle's names on it. Remember, you got to tell me how your time with Wendy goes later."

Dipper nodded, "yeah." His silent agreement, not even correcting her on how 'it's not a date' proved that he was really upset by what happened. He went back to walking to the Shack, using the direction his sister aimed him as his guide.

Mabel turned back towards the fair, no longer smiling. Time to punch someone.

The girl began to make her way through the fair, looking for pretty much the only bully she has met in this town. Which didn't take long, the jerk was possibly the only guy dressed all in black, posing, as if he was trying to impress someone.

She was mostly guessing, because he swapped poses in between looking around for someone. The guy looked ridiculous, and several tourists were seen mocking him as they walked away from him.

Mabel, with her target in sight, began to speed up. Only to collide with someone in a gray bodysuit and goggles, mumbling to himself. Getting up with a quick apology, Mabel turned back to her target, only to see Wendy approach him and start to talk.

Mabel hears Wendy ask about Dipper, which causes her to duck around a nearby stand, wanting to hear what Robbie has to say.

"Eh, I came by and the kid was just standing here, so I asked if he knew where you were, and he mentioned you got some sauce on yourself. I was wanting to talk with you, so I decided to stick around until you came back. While we waited, someone was walking by and bumped into their friend or something, splashing their drink all over him, so he headed off to change."

Mabel could tell Robbie was lying, there was no way that Dipper would cry over an accident, he would have been annoyed but understanding, accidents happen after all. But he had been on the verge of tears. But what could she do? If she ran out there and confronted Robbie now, she would be breaking her promise not to mess with Dipper's date.

If only she had arrived before Wendy, then she wouldn't be having this dilemma…

Mabel stormed off as she fumed over this failure, as she once again bumped into the weird mumbling guy in the gray bodysuit. "Dude, can you do anything other than get in the way? Seriously, you shoved me earlier and stopped me from giving Robbie a piece of my mind, and now I can't even fume silently without you knocking me over. What is your deal?"

He slowly backed up a little, looking a bit nervous as he listened to the girl rant at him. "Hey, I will have you know, I am a very important person on a very important mission. If anyone is 'in the way,' it's you. I'm just doing my job."

Mabel rolled her eyes. "And what job is that? Pushing me around and messing up my time?"

"No!" The man looked insulted. "My job is to fix time anomalies."

"Hold the phone!" Mabel said "are you telling me that you're some kind of time traveler?"

"Ah time dang it!" The man's eyes widened. "I just gave myself away" He threw something at her "memory wipe!"

She pulled it off her face "this is a baby wipe."

"All right, you've cornered me." He chuckled nervously. "I'm... a time traveler."

"Woah!" Mabel said "no way, that's so cool. So do you have a time machine or something?"

"I mean yeah" the man said "that's… kind of how this works."

"What's your name?" She asked "I'm Mabel Pines, and this is Waddles." She gave her new pet pig a pat on the head who oinked.

"I'm Blendin Blandin," he introduced "Time Anomaly Removal Crew year twenty sñeventy-twelve."

"Can I see it?" She asked.

"See what?"

"Your time machine!"

Blendin looked like the girl had just smacked him, before pulling out and holding the machine away from the girl. "Are you being serious?! I can't let just anyone see my time machine. This device is a complicated, delicate, sophisticated machine that not everyone is capable of handling with the necessary care."

Mabel gave the man a deadpan stare. "It's a tape measure."

"You shut your time mouth!" Blendin shouted, upset that the girl was downplaying the importance of his equipment. "I just got done telling you this was a powerful device capable of manipulating my position within the flow of time. It is far too complex for someone of your intellect to comprehend."

Mabel widened her eyes as an idea formed. "You sound stressed, maybe you should take a break on one of the rides? I gotta go check on my brother."

Blendin straightened up a bit, thinking over the girl's words. Maybe they were both a bit stressed out, he has been having trouble finding all the anomalies that were reported to be here. Maybe taking a breather would help?

"You know what?" He decided "what the heck!? I'm worth it!" He walked over to some kind of barrel ride.

Mabel watched as Blendin headed over to the ride, Soos was manning it and forced him to remove his tool belt. As soon as the time traveler was on the ride she sent Waddles over to snagged the tape measure. He happily trotted back up to her with the machine safely secured in his mouth.

"Good pig!" She said happily, removing the tape and patting her new pet on the head. "Now come on, let's get back to the Shack."

—-

Mabel soon sat at the kitchen table inside the main house of the Mystery Shack, Waddles sat next to her dressed in goggles and a vest like a character from one of those time travel movies Dipper liked. "Okay, we now have the power to traverse time. What are we gonna do?"

She stood to pace around a bit as she began to think. "I can go back in time and make dodo birds kiss. I can go back to last Thursday, and warn myself about which plate of Stan cakes had more hair in them. I could go back a little further so I can get more deals out of that sale…"

As Waddles oinked, Mabel turned to him and gasped. "Waddles Mcfly, you are a genius! we can jump back in time and prevent Robbie from pulling his stunt!"

The pig oinked again, this time causing Mabel to sigh. "Waddles, I am nearly two hundred percent certain that Robbie splashed him with the soda. But if you insist, I will not dole out punishment without proof."

Waddles oinked again.

Mabel nodded, looking contemplative. "Yeah, I see where you're coming from. So, our best bet is to draw Robbie's attention away from Dipper, to give Wendy enough time to return, which will cause Robbie to back off."

Another oink, and Mabel nods again. "Alright Wadles, time to go back, back to the past. Allons-y!"

With Waddles at her side, Mabel pulled the tape measure. The two travel back in time to right what once went wrong.

There was a flash of light, briefly blinding the girl, when her vision was back outside with Waddles by her side. Looking around Mabel grinned, it worked. She could hear Grunkle Stan yelling about the dunk tank and the tourists and town folks walking around.

"Come on Waddles" she said "let's go find Dipper."

The two snuck through the fair like 'super secret time travel spies' before finally spotting her twin standing with Wendy by the mystery dog cart. She watched as the teen spied some mustard on herself before leaving to find napkins, that's when Robbie walked over.

And what followed, was pretty much what she thought had happened. So another short jump back, and as Robbie was walking towards Dipper, he slipped and spilled his drink.

Dipper looked around blindly in some concern, having heard the sound of grunts, but the voice wasn't close enough for him to be able to identify who, or even where, the person had fallen.

Robbie on the other hand, groaned as he got up. Looking down, he took notice of a banana peel that he had not seen beforehand, like this was some kind of cartoon. As Robbie finally got himself together, he looked to find Wendy walking off with Dipper.

The teen frowned, before he looked down at his spilled drink, and got an idea. If Dipper has to go off and change, he would have his chance to talk with Wendy and ask her out.

So, Robbie began to follow the two on their hang out. Robbie refused to refer to it as a date, no matter how much it looked like one.

Seeing where they were walking, he noticed that if he timed it right, the cotton candy machine would bump a rock and fall over, covering the kid in the treat, causing him to have to go change. He grinned as the plan worked perfectly.

Mabel, who was still hidden, groaned as she watched Dipper (now covered in sticky blue and pink fluff) wave off Wendy's concerns before heading back to the Shack, Robbie stepping in to take her brother's place.

Pulling out the time tape, she looked at Waddles "well, we fixed the drink. But there's no point to it if Dipper still has to go change."

Waddles oinked.

"You're right!" She said "clearly we need to try again."

—-

And so Mabel tried again. And again. And again.

It seemed like no matter how many things she fixed, something always happened to get Dipper away from Wendy. Usually with Robbie's interference. Mabel was finding herself becoming more frazzled with each loop, because not only did she have to stop the new thing but she also had to stop the old ones as well.

Luckily Waddles was a huge help, without him she wouldn't be pulling this off at all! But even with her trusty sidekick, Robbie was persistent enough to mess with her brother's 'date.'

Be that with the cotton candy machine, the soda machine he caused to explode over the both of them, the point he managed to get the condiment guy to drop the ketchup bottles he was carrying, which Wendy stepped on and somehow covered Dipper with a line from head to toe. And that's just the first couple instances.

Maybe she had to turn the tables on Robbie, make him have to go home before the date even starts… but how?

"Oink."

"Maybe you're right Waddles, but I have to make sure he has no choice but to leave. Maybe I should break his legs..."

Mabel failed to notice her brother, who thought she ran off to get a pig after Wendy went to clean her shirt, stepped up behind her. "Mabel?"

"Not now Waddles, momma has an obnoxious emo to cripple."

"So it is you" Dipper mumbled to himself before raising his voice back to a normal tone. "Mabel, what are you doing over here? I thought you were trying to win a pig, and what do you mean by 'emo to cripple?'" There was a pause "Wait, are you talking about Robbie? Why do you want to cripple Robbie, yeah, he's a jerk but not that much of a jerk."

"Dipper?! When did you start listening, how much did you hear, and why are you not enjoying your date?" As Mabel paused, Waddles gave an oink. "Okay Waddles, no need to rub it in. You tried to tell me."

"Um… Not very long. Just the part about crippling an emo, and it's not a date" Dipper answered. "And you still haven't answered my questions."

Mabel nervously chuckled. "What? You know that I am still going to count it as a date, and tease you a bit about it, but I promised not to interfere. I am also doing my best to make sure that someone else doesn't interfere…"

Waddles oinked as he wanted some attention, and since Mabel had brushed him off twice, the small pig waddled over to the other human, and oinked and nudged Dipper.

"You have a pig now…" He said slowly, patting Waddles on the head. Blinking, Dipper kneeled down to get a better look, and gave his sister his best deadpan stare. "And you put my authentic, film accurate, Forward To The Past™ glasses on him."

"He looks adorable, I took pictures, and I have called him Waddles Mcfly. I shall not apologize for that."

"He better not slobber all over them" Dipper said "I don't want them ruined, they were a gift!"

Mabel gasped dramatically "Waddles would never, he is a gentleman!"

"You named him Waddles?"

"Yes" Mabel said "because he had little legs and waddles!"

"What did you mean earlier by 'stopping someone else from interfering?'" Dipper asked, changing the subject back to his original questions.

"Okay, okay, you win. I found this time traveling jerk, he was rude, so I snagged his time machine and decided to stop Robbie from ruining your time with Wendy. He bullies you at several points throughout today, making you get all messy and have to go change. And at that point, he swoops in and hijacks your date."

Ignoring her brother's immediate response of, 'it's not a date' she continues. "So, I knocked his cup from his hand so he didn't have it to dump on you, then I tied the wheels to the cotton candy machine so it wouldn't be pushed over to spill on you."

Before Dipper could say anything, Mabel went on. "I untied the hose so the soda fountain didn't explode on both of you, Stan should really have at least put something over it to keep people from messing with it. I also had to stop him from loosening that pipe and causing you two to take an impromptu mud bath. I did have to give Waddles a bath after that, though I did get some cute pictures of you and him. You were both too adorable to ignore, like a shy kitten, and a waddling piglet, a perfect scrapbookertunity if I had ever seen one. But it still ruined your date, so I had to reset again."

There was a long pause "are you saying that you have been going back in time to… Keep Robbie from messing with me?" Dipper clarified.

"Exactly!" Mabel sounded so proud.

"Are… You… Kidding me!?" Dipper said with barely contained anger.

Mabel looked confused. "Wha…"

Before she could get much out, Dipper continued. "I… you… Ugh!" Dipper scratched at his head. "I am not a baby Mabel. I can handle Robbie myself. If he ruins my time with Wendy, then you should let me handle it. I don't need my sister to solve all my problems for me as if I am too stupid to fix them myself! My sight going away has nothing to do with my ability to handle things, and I don't need someone there protecting me from everything all the time. Why can't you understand that I need to deal with some things without you?"

Dipper took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and felt guilty for his outburst. While he meant what he said he could have gone about it differently. Mabel's sad look went unnoticed, but her desperate tone didn't. "I can fix this, I just gotta make another jump, and everything will be perfect again."

Dipper's eyes widened. "Mabel, that's not how things…"

Mabel cut him off as she pulled out the time tape and began fiddling with it once again, and as Dipper realized what she was doing, he moved to grab it, though due to obvious issues, he only stopped her from pulling the tape out too far, as she tripped over Waddles backing away from him, trying to prevent her brother from taking the device.

The end result was Mabel and Waddles jumping back in time again, as Dipper shouted at her to wait.

—-

Mabel wound up sitting on Waddles, after getting off of him, she could hear Robbie in the background, talking with Wendy. This must be the first timeline, before she started to do the time travel thing.

So, with Robbie giving his excuse to Wendy in the background, Mabel looked down at the tape measure and started to think on how she could fix everything.

And then, she heard Wendy's answer.

"Wow Robbie, I don't know whether to get the impression that you think I'm that stupid, or if you are actually that stupid."

Mabel's 'huh' was echoed by Robbie, which hid her own from being heard. "Seriously dude. When you threw the cup to try and hide the evidence, you missed, and Stan has it set up so that you have to present your flimsy cup with your name on it to get a paid refill, which is written in a way to make the tourists think they are getting a discount."

Mabel nodded to herself, one of her brother's contributions was to go over the wording and help with that. Stan had been so proud.

Their Grunkle was a bad influence…

Wendy sighed. "The others and I have been talking about your behavior man, and you're acting extremely uncool. If you don't straighten up your act, and let go of whatever it is that you have against a blind preteen, you can expect to say goodbye to all of us. Cause we don't roll that way."

Robbie scoffed "hey, it's not my fault the brat keeps hanging around. What's a ten year old doing hanging out with a bunch of teens anyways?"

"He's our friend" Wendy said "and turning thirteen in a couple of months, kinda making him a teen as well dude."

"It's still a little weird" Robbie said "he obviously has some kind of creepy obsession with you."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because I am too stupid to tell when someones got a crush on me."

Robbie grinned "then why do you hang around him?"

Wendy groaned into her hand. "The same reason I thought I was hanging around with you. Having a crush on someone doesn't make you creepy, it's how you act with that crush. And with Dipper just wanting to hang out and be friends, while you have to go yandere stalker, it's kind of obvious who is better to hang out with."

As Wendy finished, leaving Robbie stunned and gawking, the girl turned and walked off towards the Shack, where she guessed Dipper was making his way to.

Mabel sat behind the stand as she looked down at the time tape, thinking over what Wendy had said. The young girl sighed as a realization came to her, Wendy and them, they were their people. Robbie was just another jerk that just wanted to be a jerk, but the rest of them were awesome people that weren't going to just toss them aside.

As Mabel wiped her tears away, she was caught off guard as someone yanked the time tape from her hand, and looked up as they began to reprimand her. "What do you think you're doing with this?! Do you have any idea how many time rules you broke?! I ask because I genuinely want to know, I wasn't there." Blendin groaned a bit, rubbing the bridge of his nose to ward off a headache. "Do you have any idea what you have done?"

Mabel honestly had no idea what she had done wrong per-say, though stealing his machine was something she admitted was wrong, causing her to flinch.

Before the girl could say anything, Blendin was grabbed from behind by two burly men, both said something about Blendin being in trouble, and about some time anomalies being left through the time stream, and how he was going to time-jail.

Mabel almost remained silent, before she groaned. "Wait!"

She grabbed the two hunky future officers by the knees of their suits. "It wasn't Blandin's fault, it was mine. I stole his time machine and took it for a joy ride throughout the day to try and save my brother's first date, I did it for love!"

Both time-officers watched Mabel get over dramatic, she even looked at them with a kicked puppy look as she apologized. They could tell she was sincere in her explanation of the events and expressed her regret, as Lolph spoke up. "We will inform Time Baby of your confession, he shall decide what happens from there."

As the three walked away, Lolph and Drundgren were actually not as aggressive as they were when they first began to apprehend Blendin.

Mabel smiled as she realized that accepting responsibility for her actions helped, instead of causing more trouble. As she thought about that, her mind drifted to her actions today, and realized something.

She had done everything today for her brother, she had taken on the responsibility to ensure his day went perfect… she had taken responsibility from the one person that she knew was more responsible than her, and actually enjoyed being responsible, and maybe she did kind of break her promise to let him handle his own relationships.

Thinking back on what Wendy said, Mabel pondered on if her going so far as to steal a time machine was dabbling in yandere territory, and shivered as she started to compare what she was doing to Dipper, with what Robbie was doing to Wendy.

The kind of love was different, but maybe there were still some similarities between their actions today, with Robbie doing all he had done for Wendy, while she had done similar to Dipper. Was being a yandere sister a thing? She did do an awful lot to control the outcome of her brother's day after all, was her taking control of his day the reason Dipper had gotten angry at her?

Well, she owed him an apology for sure, but maybe she would explain everything, including her apology, later, after Wendy fixed their date.

Mabel stood tall and picked Waddles up, their time travel adventures being over, she planned to return her brother's timey whimey glasses, before she was actually caught off guard on something as she started to walk towards the Shack to do just that.

Pacifica was talking with Dipper, holding a rather well behaved chicken in her arms, while her brother was wearing one of his graphic t-shirts, going without his vest since it was covered in soda.

Mabel was super curious as to how this meetup happened, and snuck over to hear what they were talking about. Pacifica speaking, having apparently introduced the animal already. "I walked this way and noticed you, I wasn't meaning to actually interact with you. Miss Featherbreast had scared off my two girls when they challenged me to actually win that little game. Apparently she doesn't like them or something."

Dipper chuckled, "I guess they just ruffled her feathers."

Pacifica snorted a bit. "At least it wasn't a lazy blind pun."

"Aww, but those are his best ones." All three preteens were surprised by Wendy popping over to chat. "They are all just so… visibly appealing."

Pacifica groaned as Dipper laughed. Wendy got her chuckles under control as she dropped her hand on Dipper's hat. "Found Robbie waiting for me instead of you, and he mentioned you had a spill, so I came over to see what was up."

Ignoring Dipper's continued giggles, Pacifica made mad Pacifica noises. "Continue this pundeaver and I will sue you for everything you own."

Wendy gained a teasing gleam in her eye. "So I can't make puns, but you don't mind Dipper's? I am starting to feel like a third wheel here."

Dipper cleared his throat as he pouted over Wendy having that misconception, he did have a crush on her after all. If anything, Pacifica was… oh who was he kidding, with how his luck goes, he was most likely the third wheel.

Wendy chuckled as she looked at the two. "You know, since I heard about your friends ditching you, maybe the three of us can do something fun?"

Pacifica narrowed her eyes in thought, she knew Wendy was one of those older kids that everyone thought was cool, her natural popularity being almost the opposite to her kind.

Pacifica just shrugged, "sure, got nothing better to do."

As the two girls started to drag Dipper off, Wendy making it her goal for the day to make as many sight puns as possible, mostly to push Pacifica's buttons, Dipper looked back, barely catching Mabel's glittering sweater as he was put in a headlock as Wendy teased him about Pacifica, which doubled as a way to tease the blonde.

Mabel groaned loudly as she watched Pacifica get dragged into her brother's date, and without the time machine, she couldn't even fix it.

Later on, after cleaning up from her adventure, Dipper walked into their shared bedroom. "So, I can't recall all the details you mentioned about the time traveling, before you disappeared on me."

"How do you know about the time traveling?"

Dipper raised a brow. "When Wendy walked off to clean herself up, you popped up for a second, shouted about a pig, and then I heard you behind me talking about maiming Robbie, and you introduced me to Waddles, while he was wearing my Authentic…"

Mabel interrupted Dipper with a deadpan. "You don't have to use their full description whenever you talk about them bro, just say your movie shades and I would know what you mean. You already never leave them behind."

Dipper coughed slightly as he blushed. "Well, after you disappeared on me, Robbie came by, he asked me about where Wendy was, I asked him about you being there."

As Mabel nodded along, she interrupted him. "So, how does all this tie in with the time travel?"

"I am getting to that." He sighed "I was just finishing up changing, because whether I was losing my mind or not, hallucinating my sister dealing with time travel and all that, I still had to get cleaned up so I didn't catch anything from Robbie's germs."

Mabel blinked, "are you seriously worried about him giving you cooties?"

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Cooties aren't a thing, everyone has germs in their system, and I don't know what germs Robbie has. He could have been sick recently, and having someone's backwash thrown at me is gross enough, without the thought that I also got sick because of that. Sanitation is not a laughing matter, and ever since the eye doctor made that joke, you know I have that paranoia."

"Yeah, he probably shouldn't have tried to be funny. At least you shower in this timeline."

Dipper gave Mabel a confused look as he asked "what?" Mabel giggled as she muttered "time joke."

Dipper sighed again. "Back to my explanation though, Pacifica caught me as I was leaving the shack after cleaning myself up, introduced me to her pet chicken, and mentioned that she won it from some stand because of a challenge set by her two friends."

"The chicken scared them away, though when I mentioned you probably got your pig from the same stand, she mentioned that while there were pigs at the stand, there was no Mabel at the stand." Dipper explained "meaning that you somehow got a pig, made an outfit for him, and came back here to get my shades, all within the span of literal pico-seconds. Or I didn't hallucinate, and you time traveled."

Mabel still looked confused. "My big question is why Pacifica walked over to talk to you."

Dipper was unaware of the suggestive eyebrow raise Mabel did, her way of teasing him for interacting with the girl. "Actually, she mentioned seeing you in the distance, and purposefully avoided you. I think she is developing a crush on you."

"What?"

Dipper failed to notice the exasperation in his sister's tone as he plopped onto his bed and pulled out his headset to listen to an audio book, rather than try to read the journal again. "Yeah, she said she didn't want to be put into a position to bully you, as she would be inclined to do so with how her friends were. Sounds like one of those 'princess and the pauper' romcoms you enjoy honestly."

Mabel could only look at her brother like he grew a second head, her silence, without being able to really see the look she was giving him, giving her brother the wrong impression. "I don't judge her for her feelings, nor will I judge you if you explore this situation. You do you sis."

Mabel laid face down on her bed, face in her pillow as she fought over whether to scream, laugh, or cry at her brother's 'theory.'