Dreamer

Sock Opera

"With your brains and my laser focus, there is literally nothing that can distract us from-"

"Hey, guys," Lyric said something at just the right time.

The twins screamed, then Dipper sighed in relief when it was just us.

Mabel picked up an unfamiliar sound. "Did you hear that?"

"That disgusting piano music?" Lyric guessed.

A man was singing to a bunch of kids sitting on a mat. Mabel stared at the man with dilated eyes. Another crush. Dipper looked at his sister, worried. I noticed her emotions escalate.

"Oh, boy."

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"Thank you, thank you."

The man was receiving applause for his show. I could already point out the flaws of him just by the way he looked. His obsession with puppets, as those were hand stitched and too much detail in them. He was a frequent at the library, which led me to believe it was a passion.

"Just when I was getting over Mermando, of course, you show up at my doorstep."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about Mermando." Dipper walked over to find a book on one of the shelves. "Did not care for Mermando." He found the book. "Okay, this cryptology book says there's seven-point-two million eight-letter words. I'll type, you read. Okay, Mabel?"

Mabel was already gone.

I gently took the book from Dipper and sat down with him. Lyric went off to find the book she was looking for, rolling her eyes. Dipper started typing words into the computer. He sighed in frustration after a few. Mabel came back after a few minutes.

"So, how'd it go?" I asked.

"How hard do you think it would be to write and compose a sock puppet rock opera with lights, original music, and live pyrotechnics by Friday?" Mabel asked.

The computer beeped as Dipper looked at her with wide eyes. "What? Mabel, are you serious?"

"I don't know what happened!" Mabel exclaimed. "I got lost in his eyes and his ponytail and I'm going to be so embarrassed on Friday if I don't have anything."

"But what about cracking this password?" Dipper questioned.

"If you help me with this for just a couple of days, I promise I'll help you with the password," Mabel assured him. "Please, pretty please. (Y/n), please. It's for love. You know how that feels."

"All right, okay," Dipper said.

Mabel pounced on us, squeezing us in a hug. "Yes! Thank you."

"Mabel," Lyric hissed, walking back over to us. "Library voice."

"Lyric, will you help too, please? It's in your name to help us with music!" Mabel begged.

"Fine. But only if I don't have to hear your boy crazy rants," Lyric agreed.

The four of us walked out of the library, ready to get started.

"Man, I can't wait to get to the bottom of this laptop. We're close to something big here. I can feel it," Dipper admitted.

I pushed aside the feeling of someone watching us as Dipper took my hand.

We got to work as soon as we exited the library. In the daytime, the twins and I would work on the puppets and composing the music. Lyric worked from our home, sometimes stopping by the shack to get Mabel's opinion. At night, sometimes I would have to force Dipper into sleep after working on the computer for a while.