Little Dipper

Pig-napped!

Mabel was sitting in front of the TV with Dipper, Bill, Waddles and Wax Stan while Stan washed dishes. She looked up from her knitting to see the TV advertising a child-carrier and gasped. "Ohh! Do you think it works for pigs!"

"Yes, it even works for pigs!" The TV declared.

"Spooky." Bill commented as Mabel hopped to her feet.

"Bill, we have to go to the store! Take me, take me, pleeeeease! You can get one for Dipper!" She tugged on his arm.

"We don't need one for Dipper." Bill said, standing up.

"Are we going somewhere?" Dipper looked up from his coloring.

"Yes, get your shoes." Mabel went over to the kitchen. "Grunkle Stan, we're going to the store, okay? Can you watch Waddles?"

"Huh? Why can't Bill watch him?" Stan frowned.

"Because he's coming with me!" Mabel went upstairs to get her savings.

Stan sighed and walked over to Bill. "Sure we can't switch?"

"She already told Pine Tree to get his shoes." Bill shrugged. "Want me to pick you up anything?"

"How are you getting there?" Stan asked.

"I figured I'd borrow your car." Bill shrugged.

"You don't have a license." Stan pointed out.

"Well, I could just use the golf cart and--" Bill was cut off by Stan throwing the car keys at his face. "Thanks, Stan!" He walked out of the living room, whistling.

"Get me some more Pitt Soda." Stan walked over to him and handed him a twenty. "That should cover it."

"Yes, sir." Bill grinned and saluted. "Don't worry, the kids and the car will be just fine."

"Just don't get caught." Stan nodded.

"I never do." Bill winked at him. "Kids, ready to go?"

"Yep!" Mabel came down with her bag. "I got my money!"

"I got my shoes!" Dipper came down after her. "Let's go!"

"Let's go!" Bill grinned and headed out, the kids following.

"Sure, have fun." Stan looked at Waddles and sighed.

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"Of all the days for Gideon to not be here to help out." Stan grumbled as he tossed food to the Gobblewonker. Waddles was tied to a post nearby. "I mean, I know he's doing it for a good cause, helping those poor kids out and all, but Mabel has the worst timing." He showed the Gobblewonker the empty bucket and walked away from the pool it swam in. "I mean, couldn't she have waited until tomorrow for this, gone with him? I kind of like having Bill around here to help out." He looked at the pig again. "Do you think I'm getting too dependent on him? I mean, he's the only guy that works for me that's constantly here, and he loves my jokes..." He sighed and walked over to crouch next to Waddles. "It's almost like having...him back, y'know?"

Waddles tilted his head in confusion at him, blinking.

"No, of course you don't know." Stan chuckled a bit. "You're just a pig." He stood up. "Oh, ow, my knees. I gotta whizz, can you stay here? I'll be back." He headed for the house.

Waddles let out a cry of alarm and he turned around. "Waddles?"

Waddles was looking at the sky, terrified. Stan picked up a baseball bat and walked over to him, looking around for the cause. "What'd you see, a hawk?"