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[Ch 09, Caught]

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     I sit on the yellow chair, kicking my feet and sighing sadly. Dippy Sauce had gotten back home from his "Mysterious Sneak Out" session a few minutes ago, but he looked so upsetti spaghetti. He had tears streaks on his face, and I was worried for him. I tried to ask him what was up, but he gave me the cold shoulder and walked upstairs.

     I've been on the yellow chair for I-don't-know-how-long, thinking over what could've happened to him, but I'm drawing a blank. Dipper's not normally like this. I try to figure out what is going on, what to say, something to do to make him feel better, anything! Something must be seriously up. Did it have something to do with that mystery girl?

     "Mabel? Is something the matter?" I hear one of my Grunkles say. I look up to the doorway and see Great Uncle Ford there. He looks very concerned, do I look like that too?

     "I'm fine," I say, sitting up properly. "But something's up with Dipper. He's really sad." I stand up, rubbing my arm and looking down at the carpet. "He's sad, and I don't know how to fix it. We're twins, I should know how to fix it." I sniffle slightly, rubbing my nose and staring at the carpet.

     "Dipper's upset? Did he mention anything to you?" He says gently. I feel his hand on my shoulder, and look to see him kneeling in front of me.

     "No, just that he was fine, and he didn't want me to bother him for a bit." I feel my eyes well up. "I'm scared, Great Uncle Ford." I sniffle again slightly.

     Great Uncle Ford pulls me into a hug, and I squeeze him tightly. "I know, I know. But not to worry, Mabel. We'll work everything out together, Dipper will be fine." He pets my hair, and I smile lightly. 'He's probably right. Brobro will be fine, we'll figure it out.'

     "Whoa, Sixer? Mabel? What's going on, is everything okay?" I look up from Great Uncle Ford's hug to see his twin. Grunkle Stan stands in the door frame to the kitchen, holding a cup.

     Great Uncle Ford looks down at me, and I nod to him with a small smile. He lets go of me and walks over to Grunkle Stan. "Dipper's upset, and we are unsure as to why. I was merely comforting Mabel. While I have you here, Stanley, I have something I need to talk to you about. I could have something to do with this."

     I perk up slightly and walk over. "You do? Can I hear it too, please?" I say while fiddling with my sweater. "I want to help Dipper feel better."

     "Let her, Sixer. She's got every right." Grunkle Stan says while patting his twin's shoulder. Great Uncle Ford nods with a smile, and I bounce on the balls of my feet.

     'What could it be??' I think to myself.

     Great Uncle Ford sits at the round table in the corner. I sit down next to him, while Grunkle Stan sits on his other side. "You're right, it's only fair for you to know as well, Mabel." He crosses his arms, putting the elbows on the table. I shimmy in my spot, getting more curious. "It all starts this morning, I suppose. Dipper was going to help me with my prototype, but he said he had somewhere else to be. I asked him about it, as normally he's much more excited about helping me. He said that Sheriff Blubs wanted to meet at the Library to discuss a monster sighting with him. It was great news to hear, so I let him go. Dipper recommended that I take a brain break, so I went for a much needed walk. I saw Sheriff Blubs along the way, and asked him about their progress on the sighting. He said he knew of no such thing and went on his merry way. So, being the esteemed puzzle solver I am, I quickly deduced that Dipper-"

     "Lied to your face to get out of that dingy basement?" Grunkle Stan interrupts. I chuckle.

     Great Uncle Ford glares at him for a long moment, before sighing and looking down. "Well yes, I just can't fathom why. It's so unlike Dipper. What could be more important to him, especially when he's usually so excited about helping out."