Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Double Dipper

I was sitting beside Dipper on the couch while Mabel sat on the opposite side, the three of us staring at each other in anticipation, waiting for each other to do something silly.

Dipper clutches his stomach, pretending to look queasy. "Oh no, Mabel. I-I don't feel so good. I-" Dipper pauses ephemerally before spraying silly string at Mabel, pretending to barf on her. "BBBBLLLAAAA!"

 "Ohhh, Grunkle Stan, what did you feed us?! BBBBBLLLAAAA!" Mabel yells, spraying silly string at both of us while she was at it.

"Aah, Mabel! I didn't even spray you with silly string," I glare at Mabel, annoyed that I had silly string over my clothes. I snatch Dipper's silly string can and spray Mabel in an act of retribution, ignoring Dipper's cries of protest.

"BBBBLLLAAA!"

"BBBBLLLAAAA!" Mabel shrieked, returning fire in retaliation.

"BBBBLLLAAA!" Dipper cried, spraying both me and Mabel with silly string after he snatches his silly string can back from me, the three of us sharing a hearty laugh shortly afterwards.

"Hahaha, barfing!" Mabel chuckled.

Wendy runs up to us all of a sudden.

"Guys, guys, stop! Something terrible just happened!" Wendy exclaimed in a perturbed tone.

We all stare at Wendy expectantly, waiting for her to tell us about the 'terrible' thing, even though I knew it was all a ruse. As expected, Wendy sprays us all with silly string. "BBBBLLLAAAA!"

"Comedy gold!" Mabel exclaimed, throwing golden confetti in the air, the minute pieces of golden paper fluttering downwards in a lazy spiral and landing everywhere around us. 'Must have stolen it from the party supplies.'

"Alright, alright! Party supplies are now off-limits," Grunkle Stan declared vexatiously, walking over to us and confiscating the silly string cans and confetti we utilised earlier.

"Mr Pines, whose birthday is it again?" Soos inquired.

"Nobodies. Thought this party might be a good way to get kids to spend money at the Shack," Stan answered Soos' question, unrolling a 'Pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey' game.

"Nice!" The handyman gives him a thumbs-up, always concurring with everything Stan said as usual.

"The young people of this town want fun; I'll smother 'em with fun!" The avaricious elderly man shakes his fist in a crazed manner. 

"Maybe comments like that are why kids don't go to the Mystery Shack," Dipper remarked, pouring Mabel some Diet Pitt Peach Soda in a cup, which she happily accepts.

"Hey, hey!" Stan snatches the bottle of diet soda from Dipper, rescrewing the lid onto the aforementioned bottle in a bid to conserve as much Pitt Cola as he possibly could as if it were some kind of rare liquid that went for millions on the market. Stan then hands Dipper and me a clipboard with the flyer we were supposed to copy pinned onto it. "Hows about both of you make yourself useful and copy these flyers?" 

"Oh boy, a trip to the copier store!" Mabel cheers in her typical buoyant mood.

"Calendars, mugs, t-shirts and more! They got it all at the copier store! That's not their slogan, I just really feel that way about the copier store." Soos rhymed like a poet, words spouting from his mouth like water from a kettle. 'I always loved this rhyme.'

"Save the trouble. You know the old copier machine in my office? I finally fixed the old girl up! Good as new!" Stan declared, revealing to us truly how parsimonious he was in his expenditure.

We make our way into Stan's dingy old office, Dipper pulling off the sheet that covered Stan's antiquated, sorry, I mean 'brand new' copier machine.

Several moths buzz and fly around the machine like bees around their hive which prompts Mabel to shout in excitement. "Butterflies!" 

"Mabel, those are moths, not butterflies," I correct.

"They're both the same!" Mabel argued.

I sigh in defeat as I knew it would be impossible to convince a person of her ilk and if you didn't already know, she's the kind of person that would remain perennially be obdurate in her argument even if she knew her argument was well and truly false.

"Does it even work?" Dipper questioned, ignoring our bickering, pressing the 'On' button on the copier machine and resting his arm on top of the platen glass of the foregoing machine.

The copier machine turns on at the button's behest, functioning normally and creating a copy of Dipper's arm, a non-living one if you were going to ask. Yeah, that'd probably happen in a world that isn't named Gravity Falls, but in this one, the complete opposite happens and by the complete opposite, I mean the show follows its natural course of events. 

"Success!" Mabel whooped, picking up the copy of Dipper's hand on the floor.