Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Arguments and Altercations

Time Skip

We prepare everything necessary for our journey, Soos spraypainting the words 'Pterodactyl Mobile' on the side of the pickup truck we were using. "All right! That p-terodactyl won't know what hit him!" 

"Ha! It's pterodactyl," Dipper amends.

"Actually, no one knows how to pronounce it because nobody was alive back in dinosaur days, so uh..." Soos straps a massive cage to the pickup truck, almost running over his head in the process. "Whoa! Almost ran over my own head there! Wow," Soos laughs casually, persisting with whatever he was doing as if he did not almost kill himself just now.

Dipper avails himself of the opportunity, running over to Mabel and me, conveying his message to us in hushed tones. "Mabel, Magnus. We've got to talk. This is a really high-stakes mission and I'm a little worried about Soos coming along on this one. I love the guy, but sometimes he messes stuff up."

"What? Since when?" Mabel asks, trying her best to defend Soos, though we all knew, and she knew, that Dipper's words were the indubitable verity.

"Well, there have been many instances Mabel. Too many for me to even mention," I concede, puffing my cheeks out. 

"You're right," Mabel sighs in defeat. "Just let him down easy." Dipper nods, satisfied with Mabel's counsel as he approaches Soos. I tail Dipper, just to make sure he doesn't affront Soos.

Soos was babbling cheerily about our mini excursion when we reach him. "This is so great! You, Magnus and me, bro. Best friends. Fighting and potentially high-fiving dinosaurs..." 

"Soos, look. I, uh, I've gotta tell you something," Dipper put it simply, avoiding eye contact with the Shack's handyman. 

"Okay. But before you do, check out these matching shirts I made for us!" Soos takes out three of the same shirts that had the caption: 'Pterodactyl Bros' written on them and hands them to us. Soos points to each part of the graphics of the T-shirt, explaining what they each embodied, "Who's this guy right here? You! Totally both of you dudes. And these rays indicate friendship!" Soos gives Dipper a toothy grin. "What was it you were going to tell me again?" 

"We were just going to thank you for making us these nice shirts. Thanks again Soos," I smile, speaking on Dipper's behalf. 

"Yeah... p-terodactyl here we come! Uh, haha.." Dipper chuckles nervously.

"Yes!" Soos dove into the pickup truck, Dipper and I following suit. 

"Bros before dinos!" Soos hollers, gunning the pickup truck after everyone got in, navigating it along the red yarn that meandered and lined the forest.

"Psst Magnus," Dipper nudges, whispering into my ear. 

"What is it?" I whisper sharply, unable to veil the scintilla of frustration I felt at having my thoughts interrupted.

"Why did you do that just now? I was going to let him down gently."

"I'm not going to let you turn him down. He's been so nice to us and looked so excited when we were talking about the pterodactyl," I argue.

"But he can be so clumsy at times," Dipper whispers, irritation seeping into his voice.

"You're just going to have to tolerate his clumsiness," I snap, looking over at Soos, who was nodding his head to the beat of the rhythm streaming out of the radio, impervious to our argument.

Dipper sighs in defeat, nodding his head reluctantly while Soos himself was nodding his head, but for entirely different reasons. 

"Good," I ease back into my seat, resting my head against the headrest of the pickup truck, crossing my feet for additional comfort.