User blog:CaptainJones123/Gravity Falls Fan Episode 16

Hello. This one is called "Dipper and Mabel's Strike".

Transcript
''[The episode opens at The Mystery Shack. Stan is at his office with an adding machine, singing]''

Stan: [Sings] Counting me money, money sweeter than honey, money, money, this, money, money, that, profits will make me wallet fat!

[His eyes bug out at the ticker tape and he gasps]

Stan: What!?! Profits down three dollars from last month! I got to start running a tighter ship around here!

[Meanwhile, Dipper is helping Tambry in his counter at the gift shop of the Mystery Shack]

Dipper: Thank you for choosing the Mystery Shack. Here's your change.

''[Gives Tambry a dollar, and she walks off. Stan approaches him]''

Stan: Mr. Dipper!

Dipper: What?

Stan: What's with all this "change" nonsense?

[Mabel walks over, knotting her tie]

Mabel: Over and under, grab the end, put it through here, up and around, round the horn, bring it back home.

Stan: Hmm? Mabel! I ain't paying you to play dress up! [Dipper becomes exasperated, and takes a deep breath]

Stan: Breathe on your own time. I don't pay you to breathe.

Dipper: You hardly pay us at all!

Stan: Oh, that reminds me. I got something for you.

[He hands his employees envelopes]

Dipper: Ah, yes! Our meager restitution. [He takes the envelope and smells it] Ah, the sweet smell of payday. [He opens it and encloses is a pair of underwear]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Huh?

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh, sorry, that's me dry cleaning. [Trades envelopes with him]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Here's your check.

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> And here's yours, Mabel.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I can't accept your money, Stan. Sparkel is my passion!

[Stan greedily snatches it back]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> What is this!?! ''[He sees that there's a bill instead of a check. It charges Dipper for breathing, talking, standing, existing, lallygagging, and chewing]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You're making me pay you to stand at the counter <span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;">? What is the meaning of this? Have you gone off the deep end?

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> There's going to be a few changes around here. Every time I catch you two goofing off, I'm going to charge you for it.

[Mabel walks up to Stan, preparing money for him]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> 18... 19... And... 20. Here you go, S. I think this should cover all my nonsense. Oh, and here's an extra fifty cents for when I was tying my shoe. [Stan is drooling over Mabel's cash, and Dipper pulls Mabel towards him]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Uh, Mabel? What do you think you're doing?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I'm just giving Stan the money I owe him.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Well, I am not paying that cheapskate Stan one cent, and I suggest you do the same.

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> We've got to unite as workers and demand the respect we deserve from the boss. In fact, you and I should go on strike.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Wow! You and me go on strike?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Sure! After all, you like your job, right?

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> And you want to keep working here, right?

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> And while you work here, you expect to be treated fairly, right?

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Then let's go on strike!

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yay! A strike!

[She starts to sing excitedly]

Mabel: [Sings]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Goin' on a strike! Goin' on a strike!

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I still don't know what strike means, BUT!

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [Sings]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> We're goin' on a strike!

[She inadventertantly kicks Stan in the butt as Stan sweeps the floor]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey, guess what, Stan? Me and Dipper are going to go on strike!

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

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

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You mean you're going to make picket signs?

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

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> And you're going to make protest speeches?

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

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> And you're going to demand me respect?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> YEAH!!! [Cut to Mabel sobbing outside of the Mystery Shack]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Noo…

[Dipper is with her]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> No! Dipper! You didn't tell me I was going to get fired! Without the Mystery Shack, I-I-I… [she cries more]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh, Dipper, could you hold me? I think I'm going to be sick.

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

[He grabs Mabel and pulls her off the door, but her arms and legs stick]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> News flash, Mabel! I got fired, too! ''[Mabel is suctioned to the door. Dipper pulls her off again, and this time her face remains pressed against the door]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> This is exactly why we need to go on strike. ''[Mabel flies back to the door. Dipper pulls him off once more, and this time Mabel's front sticks to the door, and we can see her skeleton and internal organs on his other side]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> He can't treat us like this anymore!

[Mabel goes back to the door and Dipper's eyes become bloodshot]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> He owes us for all the precious, irretrievable moments we've wasted in this trash heap.

[Mabel and Dipper look through the door to see Stan blowing dust off his old "Help Wanted" sign]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Soon, he'll realize he needs us more than we need him. We are workers united!

[Mabel holds Dipper's hand]

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

[Mabel withdraws his hand]

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Just do exactly as I say, Mabel, and in no time you'll have your job back and more.

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

[She imagines herself in her Mystery Crew uniform hat, except her hat is slightly bigger]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Alright Mabel, now listen up. I'm going to have to teach you how to strike. First, we must get rid of our uniforms. [He takes off his hat]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> They are a symbol of our oppression. I want you to throw your hat on the ground like so. [Dipper throws it into the ground and stomps on it]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Now, stomp it into the dust! Your turn, Mabel.

[Mabel hesitantly takes her hat off]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> That's the idea. Now, throw it on the ground.

[Mabel attempts to do so, but the hat sticks to her hand despite the fact she no longer has any grip on it]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I can't do it, Dipper. This hat is my friend! It never oppressed me.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Mabel, you're pathetic. Look, I threw my hat to the ground.

[A policeman walks up to Dipper with a ticket]

Policeman:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Aha! A confession! Next time, think before you litter.

''[He sticks the ticket to Dipper's forehead and leaves. Later, Mabel and Dipper are painting signs]''

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> OK, pay attention, Mabel. Now we're going to make picket signs. This is a very important part of striking.

[Mabel holds up a picket fence on a stick]

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Not a picket fence, you ding-dong. Picket sign!

[Mabel holds up a sign that has a finger picking a nose]

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> …No. [Picks up his]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> This is a picket sign: Mystery Shack Unfair. Short, sweet, and to the point. [Mabel holds up his similar one that reads "Mystery Shack Funfair"]

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Mabel, it's "unfair," not "funfair"!

[A person walks by]

Person #1:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> A funfair? Where? I could go for some fun.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> At the Mystery Shack.

Person #1:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey everybody! Let's go to the fun fair! ''[A crowd of people trample Dipper to get into the Shack. Later, Mabel is holding a sign that says "No Fair!" on it]''

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Mystery Shack is unfair! Stan is in there! Standing at the concession! Plotting his oppression!

[A teenager person with a cap and braces walks up]

Person #2:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> What the heck does that mean?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I don't know. Dipper told me to yell it at people.

Person #2:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Then you must be Mabel Pines!!!

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

Person #2:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Dude, you are like a sweater legend. Will you sign my sweater?

[She pulls out a pen]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Anything for an aspiring sweater make. [Mabel signs the sweater]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> So, did you come down to help out the cause?

Person #2:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> No, I came to take your job.

''[Mabel is shocked. The person grabs her sweater and pen and runs into the Mystery Shack to apply for a job]''

Person #2:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey, thanks, dude!

[Dipper walks up and bellows at Dipper through the megaphone so loudly that her facial features fall off, and she flies away]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> ATTENTION, MABEL! YOU ARE A TERRIBLE STRIKER!!!

[Mabel inserts her eyes into their sockets]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You just let your replacement cross our picket line without so much as a single threat.

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I'm sorry, Dipper. [She holds up a sign reading, "I Heart the Mystery Shack"]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> How about I try the signs again?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> FORGET THE SIGNS! I've got something for you to do. Go stand over there.

[Mabel stands next to a telephone pole]

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

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Almost. A little more to the right. And… perfect! ''[We see that Mabel is now hidden behind the telephone pole. As Dipper begins to speaks, a crowd gathers]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Attention, people of Gravity Falls! You have been cheated and lied to!

Rosanna:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I knew it!

[She slaps Reginald]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> The gentle laborer shall no longer suffer from the noxious greed of Stan!

[The crowd cheers]

Person #3:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey, what's that guy talking about?

Nate:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I don't know, but he's got a megaphone.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> We will dismantle oppression board by board! We'll saw the foundation of big business in half! Even if it takes half eternity!

[The crowd cheers]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> [From behind pole]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Gee, I don't know what Dipper's talking about, but he sure sounds convincing.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> With your support, we will send the hammer of the people's will crashing through the windows of Stan's HOUSE OF SERVITUDE!

''[He speaks into Lee's face, and his eyes shoot into the back of his head. Then, they return to their sockets. Everyone cheers]''

Person #5:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Wow, all this supporting is making me want to buy something.

Person #1:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey, everybody! Let's go get a item.

[Everyone cheers and run into the Mystery Shack, once again trampling Dipper]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Nobody gives a care about the fate of labor as long as they can get their instant gratification.

[Dipper walks up to him]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> That was a great speech, Dipper. You practically had them eating out of your hands.

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> But they didn't, did they, Mr. Dipper? 'Cause they were too busy eating out of mine. I wish you two had gone on strike earlier. Thanks for attracting all these paying customers with all your signage and your sloganeering!

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Alright, Stan. You've gone too far this time. You can pick on me, but Dipper is a great leader. We are workers united! We're tired of your smelly greed! And we're gonna saw all your tables, and we're gonna smash stuff with the people's hammer. And we're gonna... We're gonna... Dipper, what was that other part?

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

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

[Stan pretends to yawn and leaves]

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> And me and Dipper are gonna stay on strike until we get what we deserve! Even if it takes forever!!!

''[Dipper's eyes become bloodshot. Mabel's voice echoes "forever" in Dipper's mind as he opens the door to the shack, takes a bath, looks in the mirror, and sits in bed, wide-eyed. He seems to have a case of insomnia as the word haunts him]''

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> On strike with Mabel... forever? ''[He imagines himself as an old man with a white beard holding a sign reading, "Mystery Still Unfair." Cobwebs branch from him to the ground. An old Mabel approaches him, supported by a cane]''

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Hey, Dipper. I bet old man Stan is going to break any day. Eh, Dipper? Eh, Dipper? Eh, Dipper? Eh, Dipper? Eh, Dipper? Eh, Dipper?

[Dipper sits up in bed and screams]

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I gotta beg Stan for my job back and put an end to this nightmare!

[He runs to the door and opens it, and Stan is there in his nightclothes, about to knock on it]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Oh! Uh, evening, Mr. Dipper. Uh… I was just in the Shack and I, uh… thought I'd drop by to… Beg you to come back to work!!! The Mystery Shack is a wreck! I'm ruined without you and the big sweater girl.

[He grovels at Dipper's feet]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> The teenagers I hired is ruining the place! And the worst part is, they won't leave me alone!

Teenagers:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Alright, Stan!

[They give him the thumbs up]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> See what I mean? Dipper, please, you got to come back.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> You'll give us anything we want?

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Yes, anything. So what do you say, Mr. Dipper?

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Your story breaks my heart, Stan. Why don't we take a little walk and, uh... discuss my terms.

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I got a bad feeling in the pit of me wallet.

[Meanwhile, in Mabel's room, where she sits on his bed listening to a country record]<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> ♪Hey, Mean Mr. Bossman, I'm a-quittin' this here job You've been outside gettin' tan And I've been gettin' robbed My life is worth so much more Than a dollar 'n' ten an hour Wakin' up by the quareter to four And I'm startin' ta turn sour So, Hey, Mean Mr, Bossman, I'm a-quittin' this here job I'm sick of eatin' old bran And living like a slob. You've got me living like a slob!♪

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Gee, being on strike with Dipper sure is a kick. Dipper's words are still buzzing around in my head like an angry monster. Dipper was right! I can't just sit here, it's time for action! ''[She kicks open her front door, hammer and saw in hand. She runs downstairs and into the dining room]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I will restore the working man to his rightful glory. I will dismantle this oppressive establishment board by board! ''[She pulls up a loose floorboard. She then saws a table in half]''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I will saw the tables of tyranny in half. I'll gnaw at the ankles of big business! '' [He takes a bite out of a wooden column. Mouth full] ''<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Dipper will be so proud!

[Cut to Dipper and Stan, now fully dressed, walking downstairs at dawn]

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Well, Dipper, those were intense negotiations.

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I'm glad you saw it our way, Stan.

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Now I can fire them teenagers and get me two golden boy and girl back. Well, see you at work!

''[Dipper sees a disassembled Mystery Shack and screams. Stan seems not to notice and hums as he puts his key where the door used to be, unlocking nothing. Mabel peeks out from the mangled sign pole. She runs out, trying to hold in her laughter]''

Dipper:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> M-Ma-Mabel! W-W-What have you done?

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> I did exactly as you said, Dipper. I dismantled the establishment! Now we'll get our jobs back for sure.

'' [Stan walks through the rubble of the Mystery Shack unnoticing and sits in his chair. Only then does he see the  debris. Only the floor and base of the walls remain, so when he looks straight ahead from his chair, he can see Dipper and Mabel at the dilapidated doorframe. Stan's arms pop off followed by his eyes. His head slides off his torso and onto the floor where his nose falls out of it. Then his pelvis and legs fall out of his chair] '

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

[SpongeBob is excited, but Squidward is nervous]

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

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Here it comes!

Stan:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> In order to pay off these damages, you two are going to work for me EACH SUMMER!!

Mabel:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> Ya-hoo! The strike worked, Dipper! We got our jobs back! For Each Summer!

["Each Summer" echoes inside Dipper's mind]

Narrator:<span style="color:rgb(58,58,58);line-height:20px;text-align:justify;"> One summer later...

''[We see the Mystery Shall full of dust, but not customers. Cobwebs are everywhere. Dipper brushes off the floor, and Mabel waits in the counter]''