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Chapter 12: Emails and Live Chats 1

“Hi, the name’s Mabel.” Mabel introduced herself in front of the camera. “I’ll be your lovely host as we read fan-mail.” Mabel took the first letter and opened it.

‘Hello you beautiful cutie, Mabel.’

“Oh go ooooon.” Mabel laughed bashfully.

‘Can you tell us Dipper’s real first name?’

“What a wonderful answer.” Mabel shouted. “Now as you all know, Dipper isn’t an official first name, yet! We gave him that because of his birthmark. So what did we call him before that nickname stuck? Today is the day that this mystery can be finally put to rest. Drum roll please!” Mabel rushed to a stereo and played a drumroll soundtrack. “Dipper Pines’s real name is….”

“Mabel, who are you making this for?” Dipper walked on screen and noticed the letter Mabel was reading. “Is that your handwriting?”

“Dipper, you’re ruining my moment.” Mabel frowned and turned her back. “What business do you have here, Killer of Entertainment?”

Dipper pointed out the door of her room. “I was just going to tell you that everyone got our email addresses and sent us one mail each.”

With that said, Mabel dashed straight to Dipper’s room, pulling the poor kid by his wrist.

“READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ DAER READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ REEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAD-AH!”

Dipper pulled himself up from the floor and checked the inbox. “Looks like we each both got the same emails from everyone which includes one from Soos, Wendy, both our Grunkles, Pacifica with Candy and Grenda, and Old Man McGucket.”

“Open the one from my girlfriends first! Do it!” Mabel jumped up and down in joy.

Dipper smiled from his sister’s energetic nature and opened the email. The email contained a picture of the three girls smiling happily for the photo together. Pacifica was without a doubt actually happy to be seen with them.

“I’m really proud of her.” Dipper said. “She went from being the worst to being friendly and nice.”

“I’ll ship you two, next summer.” Mabel whispered.

“What was that?”

“I said I’ll ship you two, next summer.” Mabel said out loud with a huge grin, causing the boy to blush.

“Mabel, really?”

“I’m still working on it.” Mabel laughed. “Now read!”

Dipper shook off what Mabel said before and read the email out loud. “Theater style is annoying to read sometimes.”

Candy: “Dipper, Mabel. We got your email addresses. Yay for us!”

Grenda: “Mabel! How do you handle rich boyfriends who don’t know the meaning of me-time? I love him a lot and want to make this work, but sometimes people can do something annoying that’s not really a the worst thing, but could have some emotional problems if handled wrong. You know what I mean, girl?”

“Oh I cannot forget this one.” Mabel wrote down a reminder. “Dipper, do not be too clinging.”

“Whatever you say.” Dipper looked at one from Pacifica, who wrote more formally, a small relief to Dipper.

‘Dear Dipper and Mabel Pines’

‘I hope you got my package in one piece. From my artistic letter you must already know that I am now friends with your friends, which I hope doesn’t end up with a fight for the alpha title. But anyway, I’ve done quite a good amount of accomplishments during the first week of school. Which includes but not limited to…

-Donating to charity

-Playing a peasant sport called Soccer or football. It’s complicated when different continents are involved.

- Swinging on a swing

-And playing with my infant llama I’d named Pearl.

Dipper scrolled down to a photo of a baby llama playing with a ball. “OH MY GOSH! OOOOHHH MY GOOOOSH!” From seeing the adorable photo, Mabel had no choice but to run around in gush. “Too cute! Too cute! Too cute!” This lasted for a good five minutes.

“Are you done?” the unamused Dipper asked his sister.

“Yep.” Mabel said without a sweat. “Read on.”

‘I hope to talk to both of you more. Please keep in touch.’

Candy: “Us too!”

Grenda: “Pacifica spent a lot of time working on that last sentence for some reason. Oh well.”

“HMMMMMM!” Mabel hummed loudly as she put on her skepticals. “Could this mean a potential match?”

“We only really hung out at that party.” Dipper said.

“But would you go on a date with her?” Mabel grinned, making Dipper feel nervous. “Uhhh, we should check the other emails.”

“Oh yeah!” Mabel pushed her brother away and opened Soos’s. “Yes, Melody already moved in and she’s working at the Mystery Shack. Also Wendy’s the Handy-Gal now.” She turned to her brother and waved her finger. “Now don’t you go thinking about what Wendy’s new uniform looks like on her.”

Dipper rolled his eyes and folded his arms. “I won’t …….. darn it, Mabel!”

Mabel laughed as she read out Soos’s email.

‘Yo sup dudes. Being Mr. Mystery is awesome. I came up with so many stories, I wrote an entire journal about it. Also Melody finally moved in and we are awesome at the shack, thanks again for helping me with girls.’

“Love Expert right here.” Mabel pointed to herself.

‘Boy I was lucky I had this job my entire life. Melody told me all the boring adult jobs she had to work ever since she graduated high school.’

“And here I was complaining about that not so musical place.” Mabel said before saying ‘blah’.

‘Also living in the shack is the best. I haven’t realized how small my old place was. I don’t even miss it. We are planning so many things in the shack to make it more like a house for Abuelita. We’ve already fixed up the room where those old freaky wax were stored. Also the Larry King Head lives with us. Say hi, Larry.’

‘So you’re using a computer? Tell me about that?’

‘I’m working on a remote control car for him to drive around in. It’s gonna be sweet. Talk to you dudes later. Can’t wait to do video chat.’

“And I am already working on that.” Mabel took out a catalog of different computer cameras. “I’m thinking of a pink one.”

Dipper checked the next email and took a deep breath. “Wendy….” He adjusted the Lumberjack hat on top of his head and opened the email.

‘Sup, dorks. Been doing great here with my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?!” Dipper shouted in a short panic, but quickly regained himself. He took a deep breath as he reminds himself of their talk after the bunker and what Grunkle Stan had told him.

‘My bed.’

“Wait what?” Dipper scrolled down to see Wendy lounging in bed. “Is she serious?” Dipper scrolled down to see more.

‘This will be you in a few years and all the way till your dead. Deal with it.’

“During the day? Blasphemy!” shouted Mabel.

‘School’s been super boring as usual and now that I know you two exists, we’re all bored-er now more than ever. Also don’t tell my English teacher I said ‘bored-er’.’

Another photo showed Wendy and her friends making sad faces.

‘We’re all still being cool, but we will do anything to get you back here. Hope you have the best teenagehood life will throw at you. If you have any problems that DOES NOT have anything to do with the birds and the bees, just email or call me, I’m all ears. But seriously, ask your folks about the birds and the bees.’

Dipper looked back at the first photo to see Wendy wearing his pine tree hat. “She still has it.” Dipper placed a hand on Wendy’s old hat, fondly remembering his dear friend and crush. “You’re so cool.”

Mabel could easily tell what Dipper’s feeling right now. He’s just sitting there with his heads in the clouds without noticing she’s painting his nose blue. “We’re getting you a girlfriend.” Mabel thought to herself.

Dipper finally broke his train of thoughts. “Mabel, what does she mean by the birds and bees?”

“NEVER AGAIN!” Mabel shouted, scaring the boy off his chair. Mabel quickly grabbed the keyboard and opened the letter from the Grunkles. “The Grunkles sayzzzzzzz!”

‘Hey kids. I’m finally using a computer like you darn kids use now. This is Stanley by the way. Stanford’s still busy with our trip and refuses to go online again, so he gave me a list for you kids to check out.

‘Dipper Pines, you’ve done a fine job with the fairies. Now I know to never go by stereotypes, even though I’d almost died countless of times in the past because of going by stereotypes. Anyway, I’ve done some research on the mysterious flames you’ve documented and I am not too sure what it could mean. Unless you’ve uncovered the answer, I’ll have to get back to you after our month-long trip to the ocean. I can’t wait to share my findings with you after we get back. See you soon and good luck in school’

‘Now it’s your fun uncle’s turn again.’

‘Fairies, what next? So I’m proud to say that Soos is doing a great job at the shack. I just hope his grandmother doesn’t girly up the place. I know there’s plenty of room here, but it was still my castle. Well Ford’s castle, you get the picture. And don’t forget if you come across a bully, use nature’s snooze button. See ya, kids! Now let’s see what all the fuss is about with this internet.’

‘On second thought, DON’T! Forget it ever existed!’

‘From your Great Uncles’

“So nothing on those flames.” Dipper recalled the fire that saved their lives. “I know for a fact that it came from something alive, just what kind of creature was it?”

“We can work on that later with Beethoven and ooooh, Dyami.” Mabel sighed. “But still, I hope they’ll be safe out in sea. Sharks are nasty man-eating machines.”

“They’re actually docile and don’t technically eat people.” Dipper informed his sister. “We’re too boney for their taste unlike fish or seals. Did you know they can actually taste with their teeth? Also when one tears off, another tooth behind it takes its place so-”

“Dork alert!” Mabel opened the next email from McGucket.

‘Dipper, Mabel. I’m living the dream now. I live in that old Northwest Mansion and I’m going to fill it up with stuff I’ll buy with money. We he he he. I may have my sanity back, but my personality will stay the same! Only with more manners and what the cool kids say these days, ‘hygiene’.’

‘But lately I was feeling that I’m missing something. Something that money cannot buy. Got any suggestions?’

Mabel poked her cheek in pure thoughts. “Tell him friends and family.”

“On it.” Dipper responded with what Mabel said and sent it right to McGucket. “Wait, doesn’t he have issues with his son?”

“Well that message might lead to something.” Mabel smiled. “So is that all the emails?”

“Looks like it.” Dipper then noticed a new one popping up. “Hey, it’s from Dyami.”

“MINE!” Mabel jumped in and opened the email.

‘Dear Dipper and Mabel Pines’

‘I have just watched the most horrible experience on television. A show called ‘Clam and Lips’. As of right now I’m writing a letter to the studio to get it off the air. They should definitely take care of this properly. I’ve written it very clear so they won’t cancel a different show by mistake. Now I’m gonna watch this space travel show I was interested in. I wonder how many seasons it will get.’

‘Talk to you all later, Dyami’

“Clam and Lips?” Mabel said and shivered. “Why don’t I like saying that out loud?”

“I wouldn’t thing too much about it.” Dipper closed the window and opened up a word document. “So, what do you want to write to everyone?”

“Everything!” The twins began their emails to all their friends, playfully arguing with one another on what to say and who should type it and arguing with the computer about the photo limit use.

.

.

.

“Why is my nose blue?!”

End of Chapter
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Random Sketch Time (Only makes sense on fanfiction.net account)

Mabel was standing outside dressed in futuristic yet barbaric looking black and yellow armor with a strange glass device on her face and a bald wig on top of her head. “Dipper, what does the scouter say about our view counts?”

Dipper was dressed similarly to his sister but with blue instead of black armor and a black spiky wig. He sighed with annoyance and took his own device off his face. “It’s over 9,000.” He said with no emotion as he crushes the cardboard and plastic made prop. “So now what?”

“Done!” Mabel threw off the bald wig and ran off with a jolly laugh.

Seeing that this as another pointless game for Mabel, Dipper removed his wig and sighed once more. “Gosh darn it, Mabel.”

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Chapter 12: Emails and Live Chats 1

“Hi, the name’s Mabel.” Mabel introduced herself in front of the camera. “I’ll be your lovely host as we read fan-mail.” Mabel took the first letter and opened it.

‘Hello you beautiful cutie, Mabel.’

“Oh go ooooon.” Mabel laughed bashfully.

‘Can you tell us Dipper’s real first name?’

“What a wonderful answer.” Mabel shouted. “Now as you all know, Dipper isn’t an official first name, yet! We gave him that because of his birthmark. So what did we call him before that nickname stuck? Today is the day that this mystery can be finally put to rest. Drum roll please!” Mabel rushed to a stereo and played a drumroll soundtrack. “Dipper Pines’s real name is….”

“Mabel, who are you making this for?” Dipper walked on screen and noticed the letter Mabel was reading. “Is that your handwriting?”

“Dipper, you’re ruining my moment.” Mabel frowned and turned her back. “What business do you have here, Killer of Entertainment?”

Dipper pointed out the door of her room. “I was just going to tell you that everyone got our email addresses and sent us one mail each.”

With that said, Mabel dashed straight to Dipper’s room, pulling the poor kid by his wrist.

“READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ DAER READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ READ REEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAD-AH!”

Dipper pulled himself up from the floor and checked the inbox. “Looks like we each both got the same emails from everyone which includes one from Soos, Wendy, both our Grunkles, Pacifica with Candy and Grenda, and Old Man McGucket.”

“Open the one from my girlfriends first! Do it!” Mabel jumped up and down in joy.

Dipper smiled from his sister’s energetic nature and opened the email. The email contained a picture of the three girls smiling happily for the photo together. Pacifica was without a doubt actually happy to be seen with them.

“I’m really proud of her.” Dipper said. “She went from being the worst to being friendly and nice.”

“I’ll ship you two, next summer.” Mabel whispered.

“What was that?”

“I said I’ll ship you two, next summer.” Mabel said out loud with a huge grin, causing the boy to blush.

“Mabel, really?”

“I’m still working on it.” Mabel laughed. “Now read!”

Dipper shook off what Mabel said before and read the email out loud. “Theater style is annoying to read sometimes.”

Candy: “Dipper, Mabel. We got your email addresses. Yay for us!”

Grenda: “Mabel! How do you handle rich boyfriends who don’t know the meaning of me-time? I love him a lot and want to make this work, but sometimes people can do something annoying that’s not really a the worst thing, but could have some emotional problems if handled wrong. You know what I mean, girl?”

“Oh I cannot forget this one.” Mabel wrote down a reminder. “Dipper, do not be too clinging.”

“Whatever you say.” Dipper looked at one from Pacifica, who wrote more formally, a small relief to Dipper.

‘Dear Dipper and Mabel Pines’

‘I hope you got my package in one piece. From my artistic letter you must already know that I am now friends with your friends, which I hope doesn’t end up with a fight for the alpha title. But anyway, I’ve done quite a good amount of accomplishments during the first week of school. Which includes but not limited to…

-Donating to charity

-Playing a peasant sport called Soccer or football. It’s complicated when different continents are involved.

- Swinging on a swing

-And playing with my infant llama I’d named Pearl.

Dipper scrolled down to a photo of a baby llama playing with a ball. “OH MY GOSH! OOOOHHH MY GOOOOSH!” From seeing the adorable photo, Mabel had no choice but to run around in gush. “Too cute! Too cute! Too cute!” This lasted for a good five minutes.

“Are you done?” the unamused Dipper asked his sister.

“Yep.” Mabel said without a sweat. “Read on.”

‘I hope to talk to both of you more. Please keep in touch.’

Candy: “Us too!”

Grenda: “Pacifica spent a lot of time working on that last sentence for some reason. Oh well.”

“HMMMMMM!” Mabel hummed loudly as she put on her skepticals. “Could this mean a potential match?”

“We only really hung out at that party.” Dipper said.

“But would you go on a date with her?” Mabel grinned, making Dipper feel nervous. “Uhhh, we should check the other emails.”

“Oh yeah!” Mabel pushed her brother away and opened Soos’s. “Yes, Melody already moved in and she’s working at the Mystery Shack. Also Wendy’s the Handy-Gal now.” She turned to her brother and waved her finger. “Now don’t you go thinking about what Wendy’s new uniform looks like on her.”

Dipper rolled his eyes and folded his arms. “I won’t …….. darn it, Mabel!”

Mabel laughed as she read out Soos’s email.

‘Yo sup dudes. Being Mr. Mystery is awesome. I came up with so many stories, I wrote an entire journal about it. Also Melody finally moved in and we are awesome at the shack, thanks again for helping me with girls.’

“Love Expert right here.” Mabel pointed to herself.

‘Boy I was lucky I had this job my entire life. Melody told me all the boring adult jobs she had to work ever since she graduated high school.’

“And here I was complaining about that not so musical place.” Mabel said before saying ‘blah’.

‘Also living in the shack is the best. I haven’t realized how small my old place was. I don’t even miss it. We are planning so many things in the shack to make it more like a house for Abuelita. We’ve already fixed up the room where those old freaky wax were stored. Also the Larry King Head lives with us. Say hi, Larry.’

‘So you’re using a computer? Tell me about that?’

‘I’m working on a remote control car for him to drive around in. It’s gonna be sweet. Talk to you dudes later. Can’t wait to do video chat.’

“And I am already working on that.” Mabel took out a catalog of different computer cameras. “I’m thinking of a pink one.”

Dipper checked the next email and took a deep breath. “Wendy….” He adjusted the Lumberjack hat on top of his head and opened the email.

‘Sup, dorks. Been doing great here with my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?!” Dipper shouted in a short panic, but quickly regained himself. He took a deep breath as he reminds himself of their talk after the bunker and what Grunkle Stan had told him.

‘My bed.’

“Wait what?” Dipper scrolled down to see Wendy lounging in bed. “Is she serious?” Dipper scrolled down to see more.

‘This will be you in a few years and all the way till your dead. Deal with it.’

“During the day? Blasphemy!” shouted Mabel.

‘School’s been super boring as usual and now that I know you two exists, we’re all bored-er now more than ever. Also don’t tell my English teacher I said ‘bored-er’.’

Another photo showed Wendy and her friends making sad faces.

‘We’re all still being cool, but we will do anything to get you back here. Hope you have the best teenagehood life will throw at you. If you have any problems that DOES NOT have anything to do with the birds and the bees, just email or call me, I’m all ears. But seriously, ask your folks about the birds and the bees.’

Dipper looked back at the first photo to see Wendy wearing his pine tree hat. “She still has it.” Dipper placed a hand on Wendy’s old hat, fondly remembering his dear friend and crush. “You’re so cool.”

Mabel could easily tell what Dipper’s feeling right now. He’s just sitting there with his heads in the clouds without noticing she’s painting his nose blue. “We’re getting you a girlfriend.” Mabel thought to herself.

Dipper finally broke his train of thoughts. “Mabel, what does she mean by the birds and bees?”

“NEVER AGAIN!” Mabel shouted, scaring the boy off his chair. Mabel quickly grabbed the keyboard and opened the letter from the Grunkles. “The Grunkles sayzzzzzzz!”

‘Hey kids. I’m finally using a computer like you darn kids use now. This is Stanley by the way. Stanford’s still busy with our trip and refuses to go online again, so he gave me a list for you kids to check out.

‘Dipper Pines, you’ve done a fine job with the fairies. Now I know to never go by stereotypes, even though I’d almost died countless of times in the past because of going by stereotypes. Anyway, I’ve done some research on the mysterious flames you’ve documented and I am not too sure what it could mean. Unless you’ve uncovered the answer, I’ll have to get back to you after our month-long trip to the ocean. I can’t wait to share my findings with you after we get back. See you soon and good luck in school’

‘Now it’s your fun uncle’s turn again.’

‘Fairies, what next? So I’m proud to say that Soos is doing a great job at the shack. I just hope his grandmother doesn’t girly up the place. I know there’s plenty of room here, but it was still my castle. Well Ford’s castle, you get the picture. And don’t forget if you come across a bully, use nature’s snooze button. See ya, kids! Now let’s see what all the fuss is about with this internet.’

‘On second thought, DON’T! Forget it ever existed!’

‘From your Great Uncles’

“So nothing on those flames.” Dipper recalled the fire that saved their lives. “I know for a fact that it came from something alive, just what kind of creature was it?”

“We can work on that later with Beethoven and ooooh, Dyami.” Mabel sighed. “But still, I hope they’ll be safe out in sea. Sharks are nasty man-eating machines.”

“They’re actually docile and don’t technically eat people.” Dipper informed his sister. “We’re too boney for their taste unlike fish or seals. Did you know they can actually taste with their teeth? Also when one tears off, another tooth behind it takes its place so-”

“Dork alert!” Mabel opened the next email from McGucket.

‘Dipper, Mabel. I’m living the dream now. I live in that old Northwest Mansion and I’m going to fill it up with stuff I’ll buy with money. We he he he. I may have my sanity back, but my personality will stay the same! Only with more manners and what the cool kids say these days, ‘hygiene’.’

‘But lately I was feeling that I’m missing something. Something that money cannot buy. Got any suggestions?’

Mabel poked her cheek in pure thoughts. “Tell him friends and family.”

“On it.” Dipper responded with what Mabel said and sent it right to McGucket. “Wait, doesn’t he have issues with his son?”

“Well that message might lead to something.” Mabel smiled. “So is that all the emails?”

“Looks like it.” Dipper then noticed a new one popping up. “Hey, it’s from Dyami.”

“MINE!” Mabel jumped in and opened the email.

‘Dear Dipper and Mabel Pines’

‘I have just watched the most horrible experience on television. A show called ‘Clam and Lips’. As of right now I’m writing a letter to the studio to get it off the air. They should definitely take care of this properly. I’ve written it very clear so they won’t cancel a different show by mistake. Now I’m gonna watch this space travel show I was interested in. I wonder how many seasons it will get.’

‘Talk to you all later, Dyami’

“Clam and Lips?” Mabel said and shivered. “Why don’t I like saying that out loud?”

“I wouldn’t thing too much about it.” Dipper closed the window and opened up a word document. “So, what do you want to write to everyone?”

“Everything!” The twins began their emails to all their friends, playfully arguing with one another on what to say and who should type it and arguing with the computer about the photo limit use.

.

.

.

“Why is my nose blue?!”

End of Chapter
Cloa lkiv ifpqbkba ql qexq exjpqbo plkd. Pqxkibv lk qeb lqebo exka….

Random Sketch Time (Only makes sense on fanfiction.net account)

Mabel was standing outside dressed in futuristic yet barbaric looking black and yellow armor with a strange glass device on her face and a bald wig on top of her head. “Dipper, what does the scouter say about our view counts?”

Dipper was dressed similarly to his sister but with blue instead of black armor and a black spiky wig. He sighed with annoyance and took his own device off his face. “It’s over 9,000.” He said with no emotion as he crushes the cardboard and plastic made prop. “So now what?”

“Done!” Mabel threw off the bald wig and ran off with a jolly laugh.

Seeing that this as another pointless game for Mabel, Dipper removed his wig and sighed once more. “Gosh darn it, Mabel.”