Dreamer

Little Dipper

Another day, another Duck-tective marathon. Dipper and I sat in a beanbag chair, his arm around me and my head on his shoulder. Mabel was upside down, and Mr. Pines was sitting in his old chair. He had started to like me, so he let Dipper invite me over.

The doorbell rang. Mr. Pines put on his eyepatch and got up.

"Welcome to a world of mystery!" Mr. Pines exclaimed.

"Stan Pines?" the man questioned.

Mr. Pines lifted up his eyepatch. "The tax collector! You found me!" He disappeared and moved a picture aside. A duffel bag of cash was placed under his arm. "Which one of these is the trapdoor?"

"Mr. Pines." The man at the door caught our attention. "I'm from the Winninghouse Coupon Savers Contest, and you are our big winner!"

Two women with a check came in and sprinkled confetti, along with a cameraman.

"My one and only dream, which was to possess money, has come true!" Mr. Pines realized.

"We're rich!" Dipper grinned at his sister. "I'm gonna get a butler!"

"I'm gonna buy a talking horse!" Mabel added.

I rolled my eyes. I knew it was a hoax. Coupon savers? No one kept track of that.

"Just sign here for the money."

"You bet." Mr. Pines scribbled something onto the paper.

Gideon broke out of the check, making my eyes widen in shock. "Stanford, you fool! You just signed over the Mystery Shack to widdle ol' me!"

The twins gasped as I smirked. I could see the "signature" on the paper.

"Uh, you might want to take another look there." Mr. Pines pointed at the contract with a pen.

"The shack is hereby signed over to—suck a lemon, little man!" Gideon exclaimed in disbelief.

Mr. Pines laughed.

Gideon tore the contract in half. "How dare you!"

"News flash, Gideon. A man who's signed probably over a million papers would read the fine print. Unlike you, who still can't pronounce words correctly," I snapped.

A man carried Gideon out of the Mystery Shack.

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A deer smaller than a worm. A butterfly as big as a tree. Dipper's discovery in the woods is now no longer a mystery. A gem-like stone can shrink and grow an object based on the side that the light is passing through. Note: never let this stone into the hands of a madman who will shrink kids for financial gain.

As I drew the stone in my journal, Dipper ranted to me about the day he had. He had a long shower before I came over, and Mabel was in the shower for thirty minutes since he was talking. Tickling Gideon in the armpit had to be traumatizing.

Dipper smiled as I finished the sketch. I sealed the small stone in a culture dish that was unable to have light go through it. Meaning the stone wouldn't be able to use its properties. Dipper's wet, wavy hair started to get more volume as it dried.

"So, what was the whole point of this adventure?" I asked.

"I just wanted to be taller." Dipper shrugged. "I didn't want Mabel to pick on me anymore."

"Understandable." I snapped my journal shut. "Do you think we should worry about Gideon wanting this run-down shack?"

"Not really." Dipper shrugged. "Let's not be paranoid. We can worry about it another day."

"You're right." I smiled at Dipper.

For a moment, the only thing I could focus on was Dipper. The way he stared at me adoringly could be enough to make me melt. I couldn't believe the best guy a girl could ask for was right in front of me. Sweet, thoughtful, smart. Dipper smiled back at me, then swept the stray hairs aside to kiss my forehead. The action alone made me blush.

Mabel came out in her normal pink sweater and purple skirt. Her hair was damp. She looked at Dipper and me and smiled. "I'm getting some snacks. (Y/n), do you want (f/s)?"

"Yes. Thank you," I replied.

Mabel walked out of the room. Eventually, Dipper and I were watching a lame show on my phone. Mabel came back in with a bunch of chips and (f/s). We sat up, Mabel joining in. Waddles sat against Mabel's leg.

Always the three of us. Always going to be the three of us.