Twin missing in Dual Worlds part 11: All frogs are equal butt.
AN: Mabel: Da Déjà Vu.
Mabel was 'helping' around the farm. She wanted to make hybrid crops to sell. She wasn't going to let a little thing like her not knowing how to do so stop her. She was more interested in making them Rainbow ones! "Mabel, can I ask you a quick question? Do you know how to do that?" Sprig asked. He had never seen rainbow crops before but would love to try selling them.
She laughed. "Of course not! That's no excuse not to try."
"Maybe we can write a note to Hop Pop. He happily read our suggestions." The naivety of Sprig was amusing.
"Can do!" Mabel said she had seen this before but had never used it before.
"I don't think he even read those," Polly said as Sprig got Mabel's letter. He happily put it in the suggestion barrel.
"What, really?" Mabel did find it weird Hop Pop was never seen reading those letters. She remembered Sprig doing this a few times.
"Yeah, I suggested a swimming pool months ago, and that never happened."
"She's just being a pessimist. Of course, he does. She's just upset she never got her swimming hole." Sprig tugged his leg, "Oh, stuck." He moved his legs and caused the barrel to fall. Revealing some kind of fire pit.
"What a pit of fire. That's the opposite of a swimming hole."
"Hey Hop Pop, what gives?" Mabel asked, looking to the side to see he was a few feet away.
"Oh, that's because all of Sprig's suggestions are completely ridiculous. You can't just dig swimming pools anywhere. It attracts pests. Running a farm ain't easy, kids."
"Oh. This is bringing back memories." How did this happen twice to her?
"Listen, Sprig, you don't know anything about running the farm."
"Here it comes," Mabel said, looking at Sprig.
"I totally could. If I happen to be in charge, I would actually listen to people's suggestions, not burn them."
"You? Run the farm? Ha! Run it into the ground, maybe." Hop Pop said, taking in air and making his mouth grow out. Sprig did the same thing and bumped his bubble throat to Hop Pop. Hop Pop went back at this. "Whoa!"
The Pollywog gasped, "Is that an official challenge."
"It's happening! I probably should get the music for the silly song."
"Sprig Plantar, you have rung the Plantar Family Challenge bell! What is your challenge?" Polly said, her voice sounding like she had done this before.
"I wish to be the head of the Planter farm in Hop Pop's place." He said proudly.
"Hop Pop?" Polly asked.
"I do formally accept this challenge."
"Well, this should be fun." Mable looked at Polly. She must be next.
"To the sacred grounds."
At the mud piles with a lilypad:
The two change into what, to Mabel, was the dumbest outfit ever seen. She burst out laughing. "What are they doing?"
"Oh, they try to push each other off the lilypad and into the mud," Polly explained.
"They look silly."
"Yeah, this probably won't be interesting," Polly said, bored.
"I will win this," Sprig said proudly.
"You got this, Sprig!" Polly Turned and whispered to Mabel, "He doesn't got it."
"Today is different." Sprig declared.
"This has happened before?" Mabel asked.
"About eleven times. Never works." Polly said. Getting a laugh out of Mabel. "Enough chit-chat. Let the challenge begin." Polly said, banging a gong. Mabel wished she had popcorn.
"AHH!" Sprig yelled, charging at Hop Pop.
"AGHH!" The two ran at each other. Hop Pop had the upper hand. He laughed at this, "Give it up, boy. I've got the experience and the upper body strength."
"Oh, yeah? I got the moral high ground." Sprig said, pushing Hop Pop over.
"WHAT?!" Hop Pop said, confused.
"Sprig won?" Polly asked.
"Sayyy what?" Mabel asked, getting everyone to look at her.
"I won? I am head of the farm." Sprig jumped in the air at that.
"Uh oh." Mabel said, "So this is what Dipper felt like."
"This is the most interesting thing that has happened to us since Charlie Big Bottom disappeared under mysterious circumstances," Polly said.
"Mysterious?" Was there a killer on the loose?
"Nobody knows," Polly said like she was telling a ghost story. Mabel had a feeling that this was all gonna end badly. But oh well. "Let's throw a dance party."
"Let's do it! I will be Wendy today." She said.
"That is an excellent suggestion." She wasn't sure who Wendy was. The three ran back home.
"I am going to love this," Polly yelled out. They all played for hours. But got no work done. "Let's get the pool made."
"I am so on it!" She will have so much fun when she can.
"I'll get the Trowel." Polly started to leap up to the wall of garden tools. It was the only one she could really use. Mabel used a large shovel. Leaving a mess as she dug. "I think this will be fun," Polly said as they found a way to get river water in the hole.
"Now all we need is this!" Mable held up a glitter bomb.
"What is that?" Polly had never seen something so beautiful before.
"Only the best bath accessory ever!" She threw it in, and suddenly the water became a glowy sparkling pink.
"That is so cool. You have to show me how to make one." Polly was creative like that and knew Mabel was as well.
"Oh, I will." Mabel watched the pretty color.
"Nothing can possibly go wrong." Meanwhile, in the background, we see Wally struck by lightning.
"Aaahhh!" The one-eyed frog cried out in pain at his misfortune.
"That's ominousness." Polly didn't like that.
"Nah, we weren't the ones struck." Mabel hand waved it off.
"Guess that's true then," Polly said, leaping on her bestie's shoulder.
"High five." She said, placing Polly on the fence.
"Only have a flipper, but okay." She said, doing as Mabel asked. Mable was glad to have her friend. The Plantars are the only thing she can rely on in this crazy world. She smiled as the water filled up in the hole. Mabel ran to get changed into her one-piece bathing suit.
"You certainly had a lot of clothes in your bag."
"Lucky me." She was counting all her lucky stars that she had her backpack with her. If she had left it behind... She didn't want to think about it.
"Yes, yes, you are. Hey, did Sprig have a suggestion we can try later?" Polly wasn't sure.
"Probably!" Mabel wanted to just relax a little and be lazy.
"Those weeds days are numbered," Polly said as they had the animals eat all of the yucky weeds.
"Oh, you know it," Mable said, pumping her fist in the air.
"I think this is going to work out for us," Polly said lazily.
Mabel giggled. "Nah. I give it five hours before this all blows up in Sprig's face." She had a good memory, no matter what that snotty doctor said.
"How are you so sure? Are you a spy?"
"This always happens. Believe me, I did it once, too."
"How did that go for you?" She happily told of her failure. "That is sad to hear, Mabel."
"It's ok. I learned from it. Learning is important."
"Boo." Polly had cupped her flippers around her mouth to make it louder. "You think Sprig any more mature than you were?"
"I'd say less."
"Of course he is. He's my brother." Mabel was working on a little knitting project.
"I wonder where Hop Pop is?" Polly said, looking around.
"If this was a show, it would have moved scenes to him."
Meanwhile, with Hop Pop.
He was in the woods, just like in the show. Early morning the next day, Polly was getting hungry. "Yo sprig, it's your job to cook!" Mabel declared.
"I'm on it. I just need to find the food." Sprig was completely out of his league. Mabel snickered.
"And there is no food."
"Are you kidding me?" This was even worst than how it went for Big Boss Mabel.
"Why would I do that?" he asked.
"We need Hop Pop back," Mabel said, figuring this was the time to return to normal.
"No, this is fine. We can fix this." He said, cracking like an egg.
"Are you sure? I, Mabel Pines, have to be the reasonable one."
"I know what I am doing." The leader said.
"Clearly, you don't."
"We just need to think outside the box."
"No, we need food." Knitting was hard work, and a girl got to eat.
"This is." A knock sounded at the door. "Fine, we can find food." Knock. "This will be easy." Knock.
"Hey Polly, can you get that?" Mabel asked.
She opened it and then immediately slammed it, "The cow-ER-Peeds are attacking!"
"The what?" Mable asked. She should have asked more about what they do here all day.
"The big black and white thing," Polly said.
"Oh." Mable said, a bit chirper at knowing, "Ohh." She said, a bit upset after understanding the danger.
More knocking came. "Where did these mosquitos come from?" Polly asked.
"Sprig!" Mabel bellowed.
"Hey, they aren't my mosquitos."
"But it's your job to deal with them still!" This might help him learn.
"Don't worry, I'll find a way." Mabel was frustrated, she would have pulled her hair out, but she cared too much for her long locks. Sprig wasn't able to give this one up. They needed to find Pop Pop. So the girls snuck out.
"Mabel, where is he?"
"Where does he normally go when upset? He's your Hop Pop."
"Graveyard," Polly said, leading the way. Mable did a double take but then made her way there. Hop Pop was with some beetles.
"You need to come home. Sprig is ruining the farm."
"We've been eating nothing but raw potatoes. I'm having digestive strife, Hop Pop. Digestive strife!" The purple one cried out in agony.
"Give me a minute, boys." He said to the giant bugs, "I've grown since the last time you saw me. How long's it been now?"
"A day and a half." Polly flatly stated.
"I've got me a new life among the beetles. They've taught me about community, equality, listening. It is a paradise." He said.
"You can't stay here!" Mabel's argument didn't sway him.
"Sprig sleeps in your bed," Polly stated.
"SAY WHAT?!"
"That's what gets you?"
"YES!"
"Let's just take the 'W' while we have it."
"Good point. Back home!" Polly looks at Mable. She had called it home. Back at the farm, Sprig was super offended that they had left and brought hop pop back.
He saw the three of them, "I don't believe it, traitors, conspirators!"
"Sorry, bro, and no offense, but WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WE ARE DOING!"
"I know you think you know best, but YOU CLEARLY DO NOT." Mabel shrieked.
"Am I the only one willing to fight for the dream we all share?" He asked.
"Sprig Plantar, I challenge you to a rematch. Winner gets control of the farm...forever!" Hop Pop declared.
"Woah!"
Polly then said, "Say you accept before I beat you." Sprig proudly said he accepted the challenge.
"TO THE SACRED LILYPAD!" Polly yelled. The two got ready for battle while Mable and Polly stood to the side and watched.
"I hope Hop Pop wins," Mabel said to Polly.
"I beat you once. I can do it again. I'll prove my way is right." Sprig declare.
"The girls told me everything, Sprig, don't you see?" Hop Pop asked as the two started to grapple. "Even if you win, you still lose."
"Ya, Polly and I are totally gonna leave." Maybe see if she could join the Sundews for a while.
"So I'm just supposed to go back to the way things were? You never listened to us." Sprig said, unaware of his own failing.
"The irony of him saying that while ignoring us is not lost on me," Mable said, rubbing her temple.
"And I was wrong. I know now that you can't work together unless everyone has a say. Jeremy taught me that."
"Who's Jeremy again?"Sprig hadn't didn't hear that name.
"Big bug," Mabel said.
"You mean it. I mean, I might have made a couple mistakes, might have ruined the ecosystem for generations to come." Sprig confessed.
"Yeah, but some of your ideas could work. We'll never know unless we try. I promise from now on to actually read your suggestions." Hop Pop said. Mable was happy to hear that. She didn't want to leave the farm. Sprig let Hop Pop push him in.
"And the Winner is Hop Pop," Polly shouted. Mabel cheered on. "Yay, just in time for lunch." Polly was hungry.
"Lunch! Lunch! Lunch!" Mable chanted. Hop Pop happily did so. There was a pantry the kids didn't know about.
To Be Continue...
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RonaldM40196867 chapter 10 . May 28
Ah, puberty.
Ruby warts are popular.
My favorite Gravity Falls episode is "Little Gift Shop of Horrors". What's your favorite episode?
What would you say is Mabel's greatest flaw?
My Response: Yeah puberty wasn't fun for any of us. Only to the frogs. I think it would have to be "Stan is not what he seems." I say she can be a bit unfocused if she doesn't want to do something.
Pumpkiboo response: I'd say its her inability to see consequences for her actions before she does something