User blog:CaptainJones123/Gravity Falls Fan Episode 11

Hello. This one is called "Dying for Pie".

Transcript
''[It's Dipper's Day Off by One day, Dipper is dressed in island clothes and playing the piano on an island. He hits one of the notes but realizes it's a sour note and he keeps hitting it. The sound is coming form Mabel hitting a bell]''

Mabel: Order up, Dipper!

''[Dipper wakes up from his dream while his alarm clock goes off. Cut to Dipper walking downstairs.. Zoom in on one of his buttons that reads "Don't Ask Me About My Day." Dipper walks up to the windows and Mabel follows him from outside, smiling. Mabel walks inside]''

Mabel: Hey, hey Dipper, did you see me? [Dipper walks away without saying a word] Okay, see you later, Dipnator.

Stan: Good morning, Mr. Dipper. [Dipper sticks out his tongue] So, are you ready?

Dipper: To go home?

Stan: No, to exchange gifts for Employee Brotherhood Day.

Dipper: Stan, you pay me to stand behind this counter and take orders and give change. But you could never pay me enough to act brotherly towards [points at Mabel] ...that girl.

''[Mabel is washing a item with a scrubber. She scrubs his face and gets it scrambled. She laughs]''

Stan: That attitude of yours is precisely why we're having this little shenanigan. Now pay attention, the lad's got a surprise for you.

Mabel: Dipper, in honor of employee brotherhood, I present to you a gift. [holds up a sweater] Ta-dah. [zoom in to show its a picture of a heart with Dipper's face on it]

Dipper: "I heart you..."

Stan: Try it on, Mr. Dipper! It's got you written all over it. [laughs]. [Dipper has a hard time putting the sweater over his head]

Mabel: I wasn't sure how big to make the hole for the head, so I used a watermelon for size. [Dipper gets the sweater over his head]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Do you love it?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [starts scratching the sweater]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> It's a little itchy. What's this thing made of? [cut to Mabel with no eyelashes or eyebrows]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Eyelashes! [Dipper throws the sweater at Mabel, causing her to whimper]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Now may I resume to my minimum-wage duties?

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> After you present your brotherhood gift.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I'll buy the big twerp a gum ball.

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh no, no, no, no, lad; you know the rules—you have to make the gift.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [walks to the doors]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> The only thing I'm making is for the exit. [opens up the door to see Mabel with a new sweater made out of a clear liquid]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Is this any better, Dipper? I made this one with my tears. ''[sniffs. Dipper sighs and walks towards the living room]''

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I knew you'd come around, boy. Make something nice.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Why can't I just buy something for the big weirdo?

Captain:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Heave-ho! [Dipper looks and sees some pirates outside carrying some pies onto the ship]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> If you drop one slice of me booty, I'll have...your booty!

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hi, there. Those homemade pies sure look good.

Pirate:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh, these aren't homemade. They were made in a factory...a bomb factory. They're bombs.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh, well, that's too bad. I thought they were pies and I wanted to buy one. [holds up money]

Captain:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Wait! [jumps down off the ship]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> We were just kidding about all that bomb stuff. That'll be 25 bucks, please.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> So, what flavor is it?

Pirates:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [all talking at once]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Cherry. Apple. Raspberry.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Well, if it'll get old man Stan off my back. ''[Dipper gives the pirate the money. Cut to Dipper placing the pie on Stan's desk]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Okay, here it is, Stan, fresh from the oven. I'll be returning to my life now.

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Not yet. I got to make sure you did it right. [about to put a piece in his mouth]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Wait a second... this would go great with some milk! [while walking to the milk, he trips over a book and the piece of pie flies into the milk, causing an explosion]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> So, you tried to kill me over a little new aged management, eh?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> But Stan, I had no idea. I can explain! [cut to inside Stan's office]

Mabel: Stan<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;">, are you okay? I heard a... wow! A pie! [looks at the card attached to it]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> It's from Dipper. [reading]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> "To Mabel... Well, here you go."

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> And that's what happened.

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> 25 dollars? A bomb?

Dipper & Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [loudly]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> In the Mystery Shack?! [both run back into the office but the pie is not there]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> That's where you left it.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> It's not there.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey guys. [licks her fingers then rubs his belly]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Thanks for the pie, Dipper. [sings]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> La, la, lalalalalala. [skips out]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You had to kill her. The girl cries you a sweater of tears and you kill her. How are you gonna live with yourself?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Kill her? [Dipper imagines Mabel taking a item to a customer]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Here's your order, sir.

Customer:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Thanks. [Mabel explodes and pieces of Mabel fly everywhere]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> No, no! What we got... we got to call the hospital!

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Won't do any good, I've seen this before. When that pie goes up to bat, I mean, hits her lower intestine... boom!

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You've seen this before?

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Eleven times as a matter of fact. [Dipper runs over to a phone and dials the hospital]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yes, hello, doctor? Hospital? It won't do any good? Eleven times? [hangs up]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh, she's a goner. How do we tell her? [both look out the window and see Mabel cheerfully wiping off a item, apparently having forgotten about the earlier incident]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Don't tell her. That'll only make her feel worse. The way I see it, she's only got till sunset. Why ruin her last day on earth? The lad deserves to enjoy her final hours. [walks away]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [tears up]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You're right, Stan! [sobs]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I'm gonna make Mabel's final hours the best she's ever had. And this time, there's gonna be love—so much, that she's gonna drown in it. [opens the door then turns around, smiling]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Drown in it! [walks out]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [writes on a notepad]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Note to self: watch out for Dipper.

[Cut to Dipper walking over to Mabel, who is singing happily and wiping the item]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Uh, Mabel?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [cheerfully]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yes?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I forgot to tell you, there's a part two to your gift.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Part two? [bounces up and down]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Part two, part two, part two, part two... [Dipper grabs her]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Please, don't do that.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> What's for part two?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Well, what's the most fun thing you can think of? [Mabel takes out a list]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Actually, I keep a list of the fun things I like to do. I call it my friendship list.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Great. Uh, let me see it. [looks at the list]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> The things that are extra fun, I've written in red.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Every thing's in red.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yeah, I know.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> We'd better start now if we want to get through this list before you die... of anticipation.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Then let's roll! [both walk out]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Bye, Stan. [Stan cries and puts a "Help Wanted" sign in the window]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Heads up, Dipper—looks like they're gonna replace you.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Uh, yeah. Let's take a look at that list.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Well, the first thing I want to do is show my best friend Dipper to everybody in town. [cut to Mabel and Dipper talking to a businessman]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hi there, this is my best friend, Dipper. [cut to Mabel and Dipper talking to some kids]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey kids, check it out! This is my best friend, Dipper. ''[one of the kids throws a rock at Dipper's head. Cut to Mabel and Dipper walking up to a person sitting on a bench]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hi, I want to show you my best friend, Dipper.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey Frank. [montage ends]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> ;Glad that's over.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Good, cause we're onto our next activity.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Which is...?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I'm going to show my best friend Dipper to everybody in town wearing a salmon suit.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You're going to be wearing a salmon suit?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [laughs]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> That's a good one Dipper. ''[cut to Dipper in a salmon suit in front of some kids. All the kids throw rocks at Dipper. Cut to Mabel checking off the item on his list]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Next. [Mabel and Dipper sit by a rock]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Knock-knock jokes! Hey Dip, knock-knock.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Who's there?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I am! [laughs]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;">

<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;">Dipper: [laughs weakly]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh, yeah... ''[Mabel checks the knock-knock jokes off his list. Cut to Mabel and Dipper walking backwards]''

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [imitates the beeping of a back up alarm]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Look out everyone, friends in reverse! ''[continues beeping. Checks off this item off the list. Cut to Mabel and Dipper making noises with their tongues out of their mouths while moving their hands back and forth in front of their face. Mabel checks the item off his list. Cut to Dipper walking with Mabel as his face]''

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Turn left, and... stop. See, that's what it would be like if you had me for a face.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I can't breathe. ''[Mabel checks that off his list. Cut to Mabel performing open-heart surgery on Dipper]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Are you sure you should be poking it like that?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Who's the doctor here? ''[heart squirts blood. Mabel checks his operation off the list as well as some other items while she laughs]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> The last thing on the list is...

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Does it involve more dismemberment?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Watch the sunset with Dipper.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Sunset? [thinks about what Stan said earlier in a thought balloon]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> The way I see it, the lad's got until sunset before that bomb hits her lower intestine.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey, it's Stan! Hi, Stan. [Stan cries and runs off]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Okay, see you later.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> C'mon buddy, you want a sunset, you'll get a sunset.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Ah, earthly sunsets sure are beautiful eh, Dipper?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yeah.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yeah, this is great, just the three of us. You, me, [a brick wall is shown between the two]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;">...and this brick wall that you built between us.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yeah. [laughs nervously]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Sunsets always remind me of bowls of fruit. What do they make you think of, Dipper? [Dipper imagines Mabel exploding]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Explosions... I mean, erosion.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You know, if I were to die right now in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well, that would just be okay. ''[Dipper tears up. Mabel burps]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Wow, it feels like something just dropped into my lower intestine. [smells the aroma]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey, smells like cherry. Or maybe grape. Blueberry? [the sun starts to go down]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Here it is, the sunset! I always love to count it down. Five... You do the rest, buddy.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Four... three... two... one... [nothing happens]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I guess we started too early. Let's start again.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Five... four... three... [an explosion is heard from behind the wall]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> two... [cries]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> o-o-o-one...Well, at least I was able to make her last few hours meaningful. I am such a good person. ''[another explosion is seen behind the wall but it knocks it down on top of Dipper this time. Mabel is blowing some bomb-shaped bubbles]''

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey Dipper, check this out! [Dipper gets up and mutters]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Dipper, we already played babble like an idiot.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Why are you still here?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Well, since we finished everything in the list, I thought I'd make up a new one. [holds up a book that says "Friends 4 Ever"]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I already filled up this book of ideas. We should be able to finish by January.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [slaps book away]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Forget the book! I spent the whole day with you, doing all kinds of ridiculous things, because you were supposed to explode!

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You want me to explode?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yes! That's what I've been waiting for.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Um, okay, I'll try. [grunts and then yells]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> WADDLES! YOU ARE GONNA FINISH YOUR DESSERT AND YOU ARE GONNA LIKE IT! [laughs]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Now it's your turn.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [yells]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, YOU BARNACLEHEAD!

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh, good one.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> No! You were supposed to explode into a million pieces.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Why would I do that?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Because the pie you ate was a bomb.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> What pie?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> The one I left sitting on the counter this morning that I bought from pirates for twenty-five bucks and I didn't know it was a bomb and you ate it...that pie.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Pie...pie... [takes out a pie]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh, you mean this pie. I was saving it in my pocket for us to share. Let's eat. [walks forward and trips on a rock]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oops! [pie flies into Dipper's face in slow-motion causing an explosion the size of an atomic bomb]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Ouch.