User blog:Ben10OVFan/I Just read "Dipper goes to Taco Bell"...

WHAT THE HECK?!

WHAT KIND OF SICK PERSON WOULD WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!

I Don't know of i should post a link for people who have not yet read it, but i will put in a safe version of it

NOTE: I GOT THIS FROM A TUMBLR ACCOUNT

Dipper goes to Taco Bell (SAFE FOR KIDS VERSION)

It was a normal day in Gravity Falls, Oregon. Well, as normal as Gravity Falls gets, anyways. Dipper Pines was reading his book, and Mabel, his twin sister, was wondering what he was doing.

“Dipper, are you gonna keep your nose buired in that strange book of yours all summer? You gotta go out, have an adventure!” Mabel exclamd.

“Not now,” Dipper said quietly. “I’m trying to decode this.”

He was looking at a cryptogram that said, “XSLFA QBE QXZL YBII”. Dipper was offically stumped. He could not figure out what it meant. And it seemd very mysterious to him.

“Grunkle Stan is gonna take us to the diner for lunch, Dipper!” Mabel exclames.

Dipper, however, was not in the mood for the diner. He was publicy humiliated the last time he went, and he thougt the food wasn’t very good anyway.

“Mabel, I don’t want to go to the diner,” Dipper said solemmly. “I want to go somewhere else.”

“But there is really nothing else in town, ulness you count the Taco Bell near the forest.” Mabel replied.

“Taco Bell?” Dipper’s ears perked up. He had never eaten at Taco Bell before, and ever since last week, he had a craving for mexican food for some reason.

“Why don’t we go to Taco Bell today?” Dipper asked.

“Taco Bell?” Grunkle Stan questioned. “Why d’you wanna go THERE? It smells like the bathroom when it gets clogged.”

“I had my heart set on pancakes, Mabel moaned.”

“Listen, you can go to Taco Bell if you want to, but don’t come crying to me when you smell like expired onions.”

“Fine, I Will.” Dipper said harshly.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” Grunkle Stan said. But as he was exiting the Mystery Shack, the door hit him on the way out.

“AH HA HA HA HA HA!” said Grunkle Stan. He was laughing.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">So anyways, Mabel and Grunkle Stan went to the diner, while Dipper tried to find the Taco Bell. He had brought with him his book and a couple bucks. But finding the Taco Bell was harder than he had previously thought. He had been looking around town for what seemed like days. The Mysteru Book wasn’t helping him either. Until he saw a flicker of a sign in the forest. He went into the forest.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Why would there be a Taco Bell in the forest?” Dipped asked himself.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">After hiking for about an hour, Dipper finally got to the Taco Bell. But it sure didn’t look like any Taco Bell he’d ever seen. It was surrounded by a barrage of giant Oak trees, in an open field, completely different from the rugged terrain of the Oregon forest. The open field was covered with at least three layers of pine needles, which got the attention of Dipper. He stuck his hand into the pine needles.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“OW!” Dipper shouted. A pine needle poked him. It hurts.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">The resturant, Taco Bell, looked like a silo, sort of. Well, it was very cylindrical. The outside had rusty picnic tables, and looked like no one used them at all. Dipper walked up to the resturant’s door.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Should I go in there?” Dipper asked himself. “I’m starting to have second thoughts. Why is there a small, desolate, Taco Bell in this forest, miles from the nearest road? But I guess it’s my only option. Mabel and Grunkle Stan are probably don with lunch right now.”

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">And they were. Mabel wondered why Dipper hadn’t come back yet, but Grunkle Stan didn’t care.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">So Dipper entered the resturant. But he was relieved to see that the interior was normal, except for its high celing. There were also no customers inside, but Dipper thought that was normal, considering how the franchise was so isolated.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">He went up to the counter. There was only one cashier working the registers. A very old, slightly deaf, bored out of his skull cashier.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">Dipper decided what he wanted to order, than approached the register.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Excuse me, I’ll hav—”

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“WE ONLY GOT TACOS!” the cashier interrupted.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Ok, I guess I’ll have a taco, then.” Diper said.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” the cashier yelled.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“I SAID I WANT A TACO.” Dipper yelled back.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Ok, then.” The cahier said, then went in the back for a few minutes. When he came out, he was carrying dippers taco.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“That’ll one dolla,” the cashier said. Dipper gave him the money, and went to sit down at the least grimiest table.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">He bit into the hot, spicy, juicy taco, filled with thick, pure, meat, mild, tantalizing black beans, and sour, fluffy, sour cream. He enjoyed the single bite of that perfectly cooked taco, and still tasted it in his mouth after he swallowed it.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">But as he was about to bite into it a second time, he felt a churning movement inside his body, something that he had felt often.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Uh oh.” Dipper said, than rushed to find the lavatory.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Man, that really went through me,” Dipper said to himself.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">For some reason, the bathrooms were hidden in a corner, far from the counter, and far from the table he was sitting at.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">When he walked in, he found that the bathrooms were surprisingly clean, for a fast food resturant, anyway. And Dipper found this suspisicious. All of the stalls were full, and no one was using the urinals.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">But, right on cue, someone walked out of one of the stalls. Dipper didn’t pay much attention to who was walking out, but he was wearing all black, and had a plastic bag with him. Dipper just had to go.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">(wow censored)

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">(EVEN MORE CENSORED)

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">(WHOA THIS IS SO CENSORED)

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">At the Mystery Shack, Mable was feeling very worried about Dipper, so she went off and tried to find him. She went off into the forest first, (She knew where it was) and, suprinsignly, got there in less time than Dipper.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">As she entered the newly cleaned doors, she immediately noticed the once-bitten taco on one of the tables, and immediately knew it was Dipper’s.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">Mabel rushed into the men’s bathroom, (she liked to use the urinalls) and rushed into a random stalls.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">It was her brother’s.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">(wow censorship everywhere)

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">As she was squealing with delight, the stall door started to open a crack. Mabel took notice of this.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Huh?” she asked. The door started to open more (It wasn’t locked).

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<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">The stall door finally burst open. Standing in front of it, was a man dressed in black. He had a Taco Bell logo sewn on the left of his fleece jacket. He was wearing squeaky shoes, that squeaked across the bathroom floor, He was wearing dark sunglasses.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">(censored)

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">The man stared at Mabel for a long time, until he finally said, “Are you supposed to be in this bathroom, young lady?”

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">(censored)

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“M-mist-ter, I-idin-din’t inten-nd to do t-this to m-my br-bro-brother,” Mabel said, shaking with tears in her eyes.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">The man brought himself closer to Mabel’s face.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“S-sir, your, your, your, in m-my p-p-per-ersonal spa-ace,” Mabel tried to manage.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">(censored oh wow this is disgusting *vomits*)

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">The man left the bathroom, and the stall waited, ready for it’s next victim.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">The man got out of the bathroom, and went into the back kitchen of the Taco Bell.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">He got near a machine. It was an odd looking machine. It had a crank on the side, a funnel on the top, an something shaped like a taco on the side, near a conveyer belt.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Why do I have to do everything myself?” the man questioned.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">(don’t worry you can still eat at Taco Bell cuz I censored it but I may never again *more vomiting*)

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">The man grabbed one of the ‘tacos’, wrapped it in tissue paper, and went to the front of the counter. He handed it to the old man cashier, then went back into the depths of the kitchen.

<p style="outline:none0px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:'HelveticaNeue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;line-height:19px;">“Here’s your TACO, SIR!” the cashier said to the fat customer.

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