Mabel's Reality

To Love A Loony

You can see what others can't see
soon these visions will come to be.

But how much more can your mind take,
before your world begins to break...

"...time! Wooh, all that dancing really tires a girl out." Mabel inhaled deeply as she slumped to the ground in exhaustion. Music continued to fill the gift shop as the worn out girl guzzled a glass of Mabel Juice.

A bell chimed as her friend Wendy casually strolled into the shop with a pitt cola in hand. "Hey Mabel," she greeted with a slight wave. "I heard the music from outside. What're we celebrating?" The red head asked sitting down next to the cash register and taking a long sip of her soda.

Pausing the music, the preteen heartily replied, "We're celebrating me getting asked out by Hottie McHotterson!" Wendy nodded, only half paying attention as Mabel gushed about the boy she had only met a few hours ago. "He has beautiful hair and dreamy eyes and an angelic voice..."

"So basically, every guy that you've had a crush on?" Wendy mused as she watched the young brunette fangirl over this mystery person.

"This one's different!" Mabel defended. "He loves animals, he laughs at my jokes, he's perfect." Her coworker sent her a skeptical look in response. "Say what you want, but I have a really good feeling about this one," Mabel huffed.

"You said that last time," Wendy deadpanned. "Just saying," she added raising her arms in defense when she noticed Mabel's glare.

"Hogglewoggle! I'll show you. I'm determined to make this one stay!" Mabel declared with her finger pointed towards the sky.

Suddenly, the ringing of a telephone sounded from the other room. It was Andy! She ran through the living room with glee but stopped in horror as she saw her great uncle answer the phone. He coughed several times to clear his throat before taking a swig of pitt cola. "Hello...hello! Who is this?"

Static buzzed before a voice finally said, "Uh, this is Andy. I was wondering if-" however Stan cut him off before he could continue.

"Sandy? I don't know a Sandy! Why are you calling?" Grunkle Stan said as he eyed the phone in his hand incredulously. Andy tried to correct him but Stan resumed talking like he hadn't even noticed. "Look lady, I don't know who you are but if you're not calling to tell me that I've won the lottery then you can kiss my-" He was cut short as Mabel tackled him to the ground and wrestled the phone from the old man's hand.

She panted a few times before answering the phone. "Hello?" she said before squealing into the receiver, "Andy!! You called!" She blushed as she listened to the voice on the other end of the line. "I live at the Mystery Shack," she informed, "It's a big creepy house in the woods, hard to miss. Okay, see you in an hour!"

Excitement coursed through the energetic girl as she ran into her room and pulled out every single sweater she had, throwing the "rejects" in a pile on the floor behind her. For the first time in weeks a cute boy had asked Mabel on date, and not the other way around. Unlike past failed summer romances, Mabel was determined to make this one last. Everything had to be perfect! Standing in front of the mirror, Mabel held up a bedazzled blue sweater and a glittery purple sweater in front of herself, indecisive on which to choose. Waddles trotted into the room behind her bearing a top hat, monocle and a drawn on mustache. "Waddles!" she exclaimed turning around. "You're a swanky swine, which sweater should I wear?"

To her surprise, instead of hearing the familiar grunt she was used to, her pig responded in a fancy voice, "Rhinestones suggest a sense of elegance while glitter is plain childish. Besides, blue brings out your eyes."

Mabel stood staring dumbfounded at the animal, shocked to hear her pet speak. After a short silence she replied with uncertainty, "Umm...okay I'll wear the blue then. Any skirt color preference?" Unlike before, Waddles simply oinked happily. Shaking her head, Mabel shrugged it off and threw on a yellow skirt and headband. She brushed her hair deep in thought, was it possible that Waddles had just spoke to her? Perhaps it was all just her imagination; after all, livestock can't talk!