Rough Summer (Fight Falls AU)

The Hand That Rocks the Mabel

Dipper looked around the room that once held Stan's wax figures. It was empty aside from the stool he was sitting on and the cardboard box behind Stan. He looked down and his hand, and the wrap Stan was putting on it.

"Across the thumb, then around the wrist, then make the x." Stan murmured to himself. Finally both of his hands were covered and Stan stood up. "How's that feel?"

"Its tight."

"Can you move your wrist?"

"Yeah."

"Then I did it right." Stan said with pride. "Its been a few years but I knew I still had it in me!"

"That's nice Grunkle Stan but I still don't see why you think I need boxing lessons."

The smile faded from Stan's face. "Because I saw you almost punch a cop yesterday that's why. Now stand up."

Dipper stood and Stan held two pads in his hands. "These are focus pads. You punch them instead of me."

Dipper stretched his fingers. "Wait, shouldn't I be wearing gloves?"

"Probably." Stan replied. "Now get into position."

"What do you mean?"

Stan swung his glove and hit Dipper in the side of the head. "Cover your head!"

"OW WHAT THE HELL!?" Dipper raised his arms to protect his face.

Stan smiled and help out the front of the pads. "Now that I have your attention we can get started."

Mabel flipped from channel to channel. "God there's never anything to watch." She stopped flicking through channels at the sound of her brothers footsteps coming down the hall. "Hey Dip! Are you done getting your ass kicked by Grunkle Stan!?"

"Shut up." He sat on the arm of the chair next to Mabel. "I don't get how he thinks this will help. I already do plenty of punching things at home."

She shrugged and rested her head on his leg. "He just wants to help."

They shifted their attention to the tv. "Jeez Mabel what is this the commercial channel?"

"Keep watching and you might find some shampoo that doesn't make you smell like a women."

Dipper ran his fingers through his hair still damp from his shower. He took a whiff. "My hair doesn't smell womanly!"

Mabel turned her head to look up at him. "I can smell it from here! You smell like apples."

"Yeah. Like a strong apple tree." He puffed out his chest and made a stern face.

"Pffft whatever man." She giggled and gave him a playful nudge in the stomach.

The screen flickered to a new commercial. "Does your life lack purpose? Do you seek a better understanding of the world? Then come see Lil Gideon at his Tent of Telepathy. He's a psychic ready to blow your mind with powers from another world."

"Shesh." Dipper gestured at the tv. "And I thought Stan was the only scam artist in town."

"Dipper we should totally go!" Mabel leaped off the chair and pulled Dipper off with her. "Come on it'll be fun!"