[It is, and it'll even get a nod from Dipper. It makes sense, though he doesn't think it's the full story.]
But sometimes nothing changes in your head, it's just the world that's different. Or it only changes a little. It's just so hard to find any kind of workable pattern here.
Dipper, have you read the stories about this place? Wonderland's not supposed to have a pattern. It's all nonsense. That's the point- it's a place where there's no rules and nothing has to make sense.
[she taps her chin thoughtfully.] So maybe we're approaching it the wrong way... Maybe it's like President Trembly's riddles.
Huh. [It makes a lot of sense, actually, and would explain why Dipper's serious method of gathering data and analyzing it has failed so hard. Not that he has any plans to stop. He needs to record everything. Just in case.]
So you think we should look at it from a more... silly angle?
Yeah. [she hops off the bed, nearly upending her sprinkles in doing so.] It's people's memories, right? So it's probably more like being in Stan's head than it is anything else, which we fixed by being clever and silly. And also... ugh... [a realization hits her.] That explains why Bill is so comfortable here.
[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.
We did get off pretty easy from that. [unless Dipper's death and the subsequent trauma and nightmares from that were Bill's doing, but that's probably giving him way too much credit.]
And before he acted like he just let us out of Stan's head, even though we slammed his stupid flat face into the ground. He's hard to figure out.
Maybe Great Uncle Ford knows more than he's written down. [Dipper gets up, going over to grab the Journal off his shelf.] There are a few bits I haven't managed to decode yet, but....
[Mabel looks over at Dipper and gives him a small, awkward smile.] Heh. So you're back to trusting the journals again, huh?
[she has mixed feelings about it- Dipper not being obsessed with them was a nice reprieve for awhile, but she should have figured the arrival of THE AUTHOR would give him his passion back, which is important for him, but also... You know. A problem.]
I never didn't trust them. I just... realized they weren't entirely relevant to our stay in Wonderland.
[That's the best way for him to put it if he wants to feel like he stopped carrying them around all the time for a good reason, not because he was scared and angry and hurt. It wasn't the journal's fault he died, and now Ford's here and so much cooler than Dipper ever imagined. He trusts the journals, and he trusts Ford.]
Besides, there's no better source on Bill, that much is sure.
Yeah, even if he's not trapped here and this is just a weird vacation for him, it's not like we're gonna find books on freaky triangle monsters in the library.
[Because Dipper would have found them already. He's a nerd.]
And she still laughs at the joke belatedly, so at least she gets it now.] Ohhh. Good one, bro-bro.
[she hops off the bed and approaches her brother, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.] So you know what we should do to forget about all the ickiness of that last event?
What? [He glances over at her, slightly apprehensively. He's going to go along with it. They both need some silly right now. But Mabel's ideas are often a little... crazy.]
[she waves her hand.] Water balloons. Filled with paint. [she grabs Dipper's face so she can pull him in close to her for the final coup de grace.] And blindfolds!
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But sometimes nothing changes in your head, it's just the world that's different. Or it only changes a little. It's just so hard to find any kind of workable pattern here.
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[she taps her chin thoughtfully.] So maybe we're approaching it the wrong way... Maybe it's like President Trembly's riddles.
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So you think we should look at it from a more... silly angle?
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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.
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And before he acted like he just let us out of Stan's head, even though we slammed his stupid flat face into the ground. He's hard to figure out.
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[He can't admit that to the Author.]
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[she has mixed feelings about it- Dipper not being obsessed with them was a nice reprieve for awhile, but she should have figured the arrival of THE AUTHOR would give him his passion back, which is important for him, but also... You know. A problem.]
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[That's the best way for him to put it if he wants to feel like he stopped carrying them around all the time for a good reason, not because he was scared and angry and hurt. It wasn't the journal's fault he died, and now Ford's here and so much cooler than Dipper ever imagined. He trusts the journals, and he trusts Ford.]
Besides, there's no better source on Bill, that much is sure.
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[Because Dipper would have found them already. He's a nerd.]
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[He sighs.]
Never mind.
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And she still laughs at the joke belatedly, so at least she gets it now.] Ohhh. Good one, bro-bro.
[she hops off the bed and approaches her brother, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.] So you know what we should do to forget about all the ickiness of that last event?
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