[Dipper puts out a hand to catch the sprinkles. Mabel might not mind sleeping in a bed filled with sprinkles, but she'd probably be happier just eating them.]

He claimed he wasn't actually trapped like the rest of us for a while, but after we folded him into a hat, I'm starting to doubt it. [A beat. Dipper narrows his eyes.] Unless he was just trying to lull us into a false sense of security.