Same form, Same Time: A Billdip time-travel story.

Chapter 3 (Kinda) What's a Hangover, Grunkle Stan?

Stan POV

I heard Mabel walk downstairs, the steps creaking with every step she took. I saw her emerge from the living room and walk silently into the kitchen.

"What's the news with your brother? Is he up yet?" I said as I shoved a forkful of waffles into my face.

"He's a bit confused." She said as she sat down across from me at the table. She took the syrup and poured a gallon on top of her pancakes. "But, yeah. He's awake."

"Good," I said. "I wouldn't want him in like, a coma or something."

She looked at me for a moment. She opened her mouth to speak but she seemed to change her mind. Mabel instead shoved a sticky bite into her mouth.

"Something on your mind, Kiddo?" I said, taking a break from my food.

She looked concerned, but eventually swallowed her waffles and looked at me.

"Grunkle Stan?" She asked. "Is it okay if I ask you a weird question?"

"About my brother? Ask away!" I said.

"No. It's not about him. It's um. Something else."

My eyes widened. "It's not about Puberty, is it?"

Mabel gagged and made a face. "Ew. No way, Grunkle Stan!" She said, easing up and laughing a little.

"Good. So, what is it?" I said just before holding my glass orange juice to my mouth.

"Grunkle Stan? What's a Hangover?"

I spit out my beverage and turned to her. "How'd you know that word?" I said after a while. "Was it Wendy? If it was, I might just fire her."

"No, Grunkle Stan It wasn't Wendy!"

"Who told you that word then?" I asked.

"I just.. er.. heard it... On TV! Yeah, TV!"

I wiped my forehead. "Oh well, that's reassuring. Let's just say It's the punishment for a crime you shouldn't do."

"A crime that I shouldn't do?!" She said, looking skeptical. "But you do crimes all the time!"

I grinned. "While that is true, this crime isn't one to commit."

"What is it? She asked, Looking at me. "Just so I know not to do it."

I contemplated whether or not I should tell her, but then decided it's best if she knew not to do it. "Okay, I'll tell you. A Hangover is nature's punishment for you after you drink a bunch of alcohol."

Her eyes widened. "Oh." She said. She started to look pale. "S-so what does a hangover mean? Like what does it do?"

I chuckled. It was unlike her to ask me random questions. "Well for starters, It causes a massive headache."

She gasped. "Oh, really? That's.. interesting."

I pondered the tone of her voice. "Are you sure you only heard it on TV?" I asked.

"Yeah, just TV." She said as she bit the last bite of pancakes.

"Well, in that case, let's clean up breakfast and drink some Mabel Juice."

She Gasped. "You'll drink my Mabel Juice?!" She said, suddenly getting excited.

I realized what I said but it was too late now. "Sure, Kid. Just don't put toys and glitter in it. I want to actually be able to digest what I drink."

"Got it. I'll make Decaf then." She said grabbing a pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. I chuckled to myself again. "Perfect," I said.

Suddenly we heard Dipper scream our names. Mabel dropped her pitcher, lemonade spilling all over the floor. We dashed upstairs to help him.

OKAY. I know this is a short chapter but I felt like I wanted to update the story and wasn't really feeling a whole chapter. So instead of making a draft, I made this mini-chapter. It probably won't have anything to do with the plot, but it does take place during the last chapter.