Me and My Broken Heart

MALK!!!!

Mabel and I were just sitting on the couch, bored out of our minds when an amazing thought popped into my mind. I smirked evily at the thought. "What are you smirking about? Oooo! You have something to do for us, don't you?" She said and plastered on the same smirk I had on once I told her. We made our way to the kitchen and sat on the stools by the dining table.

"Hey Mabel, do we have anything to drink?"

"Yeah, in the fridge. Dio!"

"Hey Dipper? Can you grab me a glass of malk?" I chuckled at the end of that sentence.

"We don't have any malk but I can get you some milk."

"That's...what she just said?"

"Yeah, I just want some malk." I said quietly.

"No no no no. You're saying malk lik-like it's a disease."

Mabel giggled. "Then how do you say it?"

"I say it the way everyone ought to say it. Milk, M-I-L-K."

"Right! Like two percent!" Mabel said happily.

"Like whole malk!"

"No no no no! Say milkshake."

"Milkshake?"

"Now say milk."

"...malk." I said with a smile. I knew this was pissing him off.

He face-palmed." Are you hearing this, Mabel?"

"Yeah! She just wants some mulk."

"Mulk?"

"Give her the mulk, Dipper!"

Grunkle Stan came in the kitchen. "Quiet, Mabel!" He yelled.

"Sorry Grunkle Stan. My random friends." She said quietly.

"Dipper! Pour me. A glass. Of malk!" I yelled loudly.

"Why are you yelling at me?!" He asked.

"Just give her the freaking mulk!" Mabel yelled.

"You guys aren't even saying the same thing!" He yelled back at her.

"We're all saying malk, Dipper!" I said as I held up my hand to stop him from talking.

"No you're saying malk! You're saying-"

"Blah, blah, blah!"

"Bleahhhhh!"

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

Me and Mabel fell to the floor laughing. HARD. "Hahahaha! Who knew muh bro bro could get so mad!" She laughed. Dipper had a mad face on. I knew how to get rid of that. I smirked. I walked over to Dipper and pecked him on the lips. He looked surprised yet grateful.