Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Carpet Diem

"Hwaah! Total domination! I am the master of Attic Stuff Mini-golf! From the mighty Swiss Alps, to the badlands of Dipper's old laundry where man fears to tread!" Mabel screeches in excitement while playing mini-golf with Dipper and me.'Carpet Diem,  one of my favourite episodes from the show.'

"Alright, let a pro on the field, or floor. Whatever," Dipper steps up to the golf ball with confidence and with one swing of his golf club, he not only manages to miss the target completely, the golf ball also strikes Stan on the head in the process. Stan's cacophonous wails and howls of pain reverberated around the room, even though he was currently outside.

"Yes! Stan shot. Is that legal?" Dipper inquires. Dipper and Mabel looked at Waddles, who they made their arbiter, of all creatures they could have chosen. 'I'm here too, you know.' Waddles stare back at them innocently and cluelessly, masticating on the scorecard he was given. 

Casting one more cursory glance at her pig, Mabel turns back to Dipper and informs him of Waddles' decision. "The judges say it's out of bounds." 

"You're out of bounds!" Dipper jabs Mabel with the golf club playfully.

Mabel jabs him back in retaliation, each of them taking turns to have a go at each other, chuckling and grinning impishly as they did. "Hey! Watch it!" 

"Okay guys, calm down. I believe it's my turn now," I interrupt their back and forth exchange, their eyes training themselves on me. With the few calculations I had made earlier, I knew the copybook angle and velocity at which I needed to hit the golf ball for it to nestle comfortably into the cup. 

With one swift swing of my golf club, the golf ball went through every single obstacle/hole before it landed it in the cup impeccably and flawlessly, as I had come to expect.

"Wow, that was amazing!" Mabel praises, applauding from the sidelines. 

Meanwhile, my brother, just stood there, gawking at me in amazement. "How did you even do that?" 

Before I could reply, Mabel's Meow o'clock went off, ringing and quivering in its place as if there were no tomorrow, announcing the arrival of Mabel's friends.

"Hey, Dipper, Magnus, I gotta go hang out with Candy and Grenda tonight," Mabel hands her golf club back to Dipper.

"Aw, again? You can't leave mid-game," Dipper protests. 

"Don't be silly, I'm not leaving. My friends are coming to me!" Mabel points to herself, smiling from ear to ear.

Dipper's gaze darts around the room, taking in the room's surroundings, his mind only taking a few seconds to process everything before it already arrived at its conclusion. "Wait, what? Oh no. No no no. Sleeping bags? Rom-coms? Calling All Boys: Preteen Edition?! You're not having a-" 

"Sleepover!" Candy and Grenda burst into the room screaming, inadvertently completing Dipper's sentence.

Dipper shrieks in horror at the mere mention of that word, lightning suddenly flashing behind him to create some sort of a thespian effect, even though there weren't any thunderstorms brewing or rain or storm in all forms for that matter. 'I mean, this is a cartoon show. What is my life honestly.'

Time Skip

I was reading a book on my bed when Candy, Grenda and Mabel began talking about boys, beginning to grow rowdy and ride roughshod over everyone else who was in the room. Moments later, screams erupt from all three girls, screams that vexed me and drove me up the wall. The last straw came when they then began punching and pounding the floor unremittingly and unceasingly.