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[Ch 11, The Plan]

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Everything seems to be going to plan. I pull out our road map paper from my pocket. I look up at Grunkle Stan as I go over the plan one more time. "Okay, let's go over the main points one more time, then we'll head out." I say while turning down to my glitter glue writing.

"Mabel sweetie, I've heard this so many times, it'll be fine." He says, patting my shoulder. I huff slightly.

"Really? Then what's the plan?" I flip my paper over and raise an eyebrow.

"Uh..." He scratches the back of his neck, and I chuckle. "Dipper and Sixer are out on a nerd adventure, and we go talk to the little heartbreaker and make things better?"

"Well yes," I say while showing him the road map again. "And no." I look out of the corner of my eye as Grunkle Stan deflates. "Hey, I know you don't want to keep hearing this, but it has to go perfect, this is for Dipper. If we get all the steps done right, everything will work out."

"You two are more alike than I give you credit for." Grunkle Stan sighs. I look up at him and tilt my head to the side. "I'm talking about these over-the-top plans you two manage to crack up."

"Ohhhhh," I nod slowly, before turning back to my paper. I clear my throat and continue. "Anyway, we'll go over this one final time, they'll we'll start. So, Great Uncle Ford took Sulky DipDip out on a "Mandatory Sample Collection Day", so he'll be busy for a few minutes, and at about noon, they'll both head to the lake. Before that happens, we'll talk everything out with the Siren. She'll understand how badly she hurt Dipper. Then when he gets there we say we'll give them space and hide behind a bush. If they work everything out, then it works out. If they start fighting, we'll mediate until all is well."

I fold up the paper and tuck it away, smiling up at Grunkle Stan. He rolls his eyes and noogies my head. When I pull away, he heads to the door. "I must say, you and your brother continue to impress me with your ideas. Let's just hope Ford keeps him distracted long enough we can talk to the Siren.."

"It'll work out, Grunkle Stan." I smile, walking past him and out of the Shack. "It has to." I say softer, feeling worry stir in my gut.

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I look up from my journal to sneak a glance at my Great Nephew. He's collecting a sample of moss into a tube. His eyes are sunken, and he looks dejected... 'I remember feeling like that, for years.' I turn back to my journal and make a few more short notes on the substance we found. 'I pushed away one of the only people who understood me. I felt so lost... But luckily Dipper and Mabel helped me and Stanley heal. This girl must really be something, I hope Mabel's plan works out, for his sake.

"Did you get enough, or do you think we need more?" I ask softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me, and I smile. I close my journal and tuck it away.

"I don't know, I think this is good." He shrugs and looks away. He pockets the sample he took, and I pull my hand away. He's normally so much more excited, I'm not sure how exactly to go about this.

"...Alright then," I take a deep breath. "Well then, the next thing we need to restock supplies is toadstools and other mushrooms." I pull out my journal and flip through the pages. "We know they are of some importance to the gnomes, and we could study that at a later date." I look over to the saddened pubescent to mentally take note of his state. He's staring into space again. "Sound alright, Dipper?"

"Uh huh? Yeah, sounds good, Great Uncle Ford." He mumbles. I check my watch, quarter to noon. Let's hope Stanley and Mabel are well on their way to resolving this.