Twins missing in Dual worlds chapter 10: Political Build Up.

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Mabel was dreaming of home. She was doing cheerleading practice while Dipper was writing in his journal. Anne was busy playing on her phone with one hand, while holding Marcy to keep her from face planting on the tiles. This brought a big smile to her face. She heard a horrible clanking sound, and she woke to see…Sprig came in with a pot and spoon banging them together.

She jumped up screaming and smacked him with her pillow.

He easily caught it with his tongue. "Mowning woommate."

"let's wake up a little quieter in the future." She grinned.

"Does that work?" He asked, his eyes suggesting it was an innocent question. Mabel stuck out her tongue.

Polly sticks her tongue out, "Mine bigger."

"And stinkier!"

"I know you are, but what am I?" Mabel laughed.

"Hey, you got something on your face. All over your face."

"Like what?" She laughed. Not believing him.

"It looks like your skin has red bubbles all over it."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Red bubbles, did the room just get colder?" Mabel ran to a mirror and screamed.

Meanwhile, in Newtopia:

A lady newt wearing a laver colored dress appears to be talking to someone, "Do you hear something, your majesty?"

Back at the Plantar house:

Mabel was panicking. "I have zits! I'm hideous!"

"Yes, but I figure you knew that already." Sprig said.

"Oh, shut up."

"So you want breakfast or no?" Sprig asked. She was crying dramatically. They were flying upwards and falling downwards like an anime character.

"What is going on here?" Hop Pop asked, rushing in after hearing the noise.

"Someone better be dead." Polly didn't like to be woken up and not get food.

"I HAVE ZITS!" Mabel cried out.

"Okay, we are going to need you to quarantine her."

"Don't struggle, Mabel." She said, getting out old Doris.

"But it's not contagious!"

"Start with that next time, Mabel," Polly said, putting up her rolling pin.

Mabel sighed in relief. "I can't stay mad at you."

"Well, if we aren't dealing with a plague, you still got chores to do."

Mabel groaned, "Grown-ups are the worst in any world."

"Come on, we got veggie to sell. Chop chop, kids."

"I can't let people see me like this!"

"Don't you have a scarf?" Polly asked. Mabel wrapped up her head and headed out. Well, they had money from the pop luck, but that wouldn't last long, especially with the trip in a month or two. Mabel was doing her best to stay out of sight. Preparing the food bags. Maddie, the weird girl, wants to get one.

"Here ya go, Maddie," Mable said.

"Thank you." She said with a big smile on her face.

"Bye now?" Mabel was confused by this.

"Byyyyeee." She replied. Mabel sighed in relief. A breeze was getting stronger. Mabel reached for her scarf. It blew away from all the movement. She screamed. Everyone could see how ugly she was now.

"Look at her, warts. Beautiful ruby red warts." A random frog cried out. The town loved it. Mabel must have been more confused than at any other point in her life. They look at her with admiration.

"What's going on? Why are they cheering me?"

"They seem to like your zits." Sprig explained.

"But why?" How could they love her when she was so ugly now.

"Who cares? Sell it, girl." Polly said, loving all of this.

"What, how, why?"

"How should I know you're the alien."

"I am not an alien." She said, forgetting she was a visitor to this world.

"You kinda are," Polly said. Mabel huffed indigently.

"Go ahead. It might be good for you." Sprig said people seem to like it.

"I guess. But isn't that kind of bad?" Mabel replied, being a bit naive.

"Think about it, Mabel, free money." Polly reasoned.

"It would help hop pop..." Plus, her candy supplies would go down. No one wants a sugar-free Mabel.

"Besides, it might be nice to be complimented," Polly said, leaping on her shoulder.

"Well, that is true. Maybe I could do it."

"Yeah, you should do it." She said, balancing on the other shoulder.

"How did you do that?" To Mabel, it looked like Polly had teleported to the other side.

"Listen to the frog on your shoulder." She whispered to her.

"Well, can't argue with that."

"See, just trust your bestie, Polly." Mabel laughed at that. Polly smiled, laying back on her shoulder. Mabel tried to gather more customers.

"Look at me, everybody; look at me."

"Good job Mabel," Polly said.

"Thanks!"

"Welcome," Mabel asked Hop Pop if she was helping.

"Yes, thank you, Mabel. This means the world to me." He would get her some more yarn after this. She beamed at the praise. He did see her as a granddaughter and wanted to do right by her.

"We made a ton of sales!"

"And it's all, thank you. The Mayor is coming this way. Look calm."

"Got it." breaking the law, like with Grunkle Stan all over again.

The giant fat toad in a purple suit appeared from a hot air balloon resembling him. "What do we got here?"

"Veggies mostly. A couple fruit." Mabel said, "The best food in all of Wartwood."

"Not the food, these." He said, pointing at her pimples.

"Ugg, pimples." She'd never felt more self-conscious than this moment.

"The town loves them." He had planned on using them for his own gain.

"For some reason." She said, hating this.

"How about you take a drive with me, and we can talk about how those money makers can be used for a mutual agreement." He said, using business talk.

Mabel was worried about this. "Hop Pop, should I?"

"Don't worry. I am sure MAYOR TOADSTOOL wouldn't TAKE YOU somewhere dangerous." He said, making sure the town knew what was going on. Mabel smiled at his care, even if she did not understand the why. They got on the Mayor's personal ride for a business meeting. Mabel was ready to punch him if he tried anything.

"Now I got a proposition for you."

"What do you want?"

"You see, I've been getting a bit of bad publicity lately and was hoping now that your miss popular, you can help."

"But you're bad at your job. You have bad publicity because you make bad decisions. I can help with that," Mable figured she could help him turn over a new leaf if he wanted. (might want to change to sound more like Mabel.)

"I figured you give me a few good words that will help with the upcoming election."

She ignored some advice both Grunkles told her, "I'm not gonna lie for you."

"O-kay." He said, not need to cause trouble.

"That's a stupid plan."

"Which part?"

"Lying. You need to be more honest, or you will always get caught." Mable said.

"That's politics."

"No, that is dumb."

"Are you in politics?" He asked.

"I am in cheerleading. Same thing."

"I have no idea what any of those words mean." The toad looked befuddled. Mabel grinned. "Cheerleading?" Might as well discover what that was.

"It is a human thing," Mabel said.

"Fair enough."

"Well, I guess just drop me off at home," Mabel said, wanting to get to the comfort of the Plantar house.

"Think of the offer. It would be worth your while."

"Suuuure," she'd warn Hop Pop.

"Hey, Kiddo.' he said, putting up the few reminding unsold veggies.

"Hey, Hop Pop!" She said, waving at him, ignoring how tight the sweater was.

"So what did the mayor want?" He asked, curious. Mabel explained to him what happened.

"What did you decide."

"I refused to lie for him." Mabel was a girl with standards.

"I am glad you have integrity. Kinda wish Polly and Sprig could have some." In the background, they could hear the two yelling and blaming each other for something.

"Thanks," she smiled. This made her feel good.

"Although I have to ask, did he mention who else was running?"

"No one that he mentioned. Why?"

"Really, I am still trying to figure out how in tarnation he will lose when he's unopposed." Hop Pop said, scratching the side of her head.

"That is a real good question."

"That's a problem for another day." hop Pop dismissing it outright.

"Now, what I need is soap."

"There is a new bar under the sink." Hop Pop replied.

"Jezz, thanks."

He had the feeling that this might not be over just yet (Might edit the rest later to say it was all over)

The next day.

Toadie knocked on the door. Hop Pop went over to answer. "An associate of my wish to speak with the human," Toadie said as if anyone didn't know who he was talking about.

"No," Hop Pop shut the door.

"Well, That could have gone better," Toadie said.

"What's up?" Mable asked Hop Pop as he was turning around.

"Just Toadie, nothing to worry about. You're looking better today."

"Thankfully. I know it made me popular. But I want that to happen because they like me and not just how I look." She also preferred the feeling of having clean pores.

"Don't worry. I am sure it will never happen again."

"I hope so. Having those zits were awful."

"Yup, he will never bug us again." Meanwhile, outside, Sprig and Polly were meeting with the Mayor.

"Now, I am not going to lie. I need good PR and am willing to pay for it."

"Planters don't come cheap," Polly said, holding her hand up. She would be rubbing her fingers together if she had any.

"Money is no object," Toadstool said. Flashing some coopers.

Sprig thought about it, "I think she might be able to be bought."

"Just what I wanted to hear." He said, rubbing his hands together.

"For a little bit," Polly said, feeling this won't last forever.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." The Mayor said, not fully listening.

"We'll see what we can do." Sprig said.

"I'll be seeing you soon." The Mayor said, walking away with Toadie.

The two Planters hop the other way. They went to see Mabel in the dining room.

"Now, this needs to be done with skill and tack. Go get her, Sprig." Mabel yelped as she was thrown into a bag.

"Why did we do a bag again?" Polly asked.

"It's iconic!" Sprig answered.

"You're the one that gets to explain it to you."

"Sprig? Polly? Is that you?" Mabel wasn't sure what those two were playing at today. Couldn't it wait until after breakfast?

The brother panicked, so he decided to do a poor accent. "No, it is I, Wally."

She frowned. "Sprig, what is going on?"

"Well, the Mayor paid us to have you speak, and Sprig thought this was a good idea. I just wanted to ask you."

Mabel frowned in the bag, "Hard no!"

"Why didn't you say that before we kidnap you?" Sprig asked.

"I did!" Was this karma's way of getting back at her for what she did with 'Sev'ral Timez.'

Polly was the one to ask, "You won't work for him?"

"I won't lie for him."

"Crud," Polly said.

"Who would, you?" The two look to the side at this.

Polly's eyes widened. "Okay, this is bad."

"Ya right, it is!"

"Sprig, what should we do?"

Mabel hoped they'd see reasons, "We probably shouldn't fight.

"Now let me out of here." The two frogs obeyed her wishes and removed her from the sack.

"Let's get you out of there and continue this conversation never."

"Agree," Mabel said. She said after they removed her from the sack. "Let's never do that again." She said.

The two were already planning on next time.

To Be Continue…

Next time: We see Mabel get flashbacks of Boss Mabel, when Sprig challenge Hop Pop for the farm.

RonaldM40196867chapter 9 . Apr 29

Marcy, Anne, and Sasha were fun.

Let's have fun.

Will this story have a sequel?

Why did you write this chapter?

My response: Theyreally are. I won't say but let's say we see what Dipper doing soon enough. Me and my bestie wanted to have fun with the idea.