Say Cheese!

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mabel. I ain’t the ticklish type.” Gideon seemed more amused by the question than anything but only because this was Mabel he was speaking to. In fact, everything he had just said was a complete lie. Of course he was ticklish and he hated it.

“Ya think so? They got bunches of really neat songs fer sure!” Gideon squeaked excitedly as they entered, walking up to the front first so they could both get an ice-cream before sitting down. “You like booths, don’t ya? I want ya to be as comfy as possible when we sit down.”

"Thanks Gideon! I’d love to show you the grappling hook after our date!” Mabel again grinned at Gideon as they approached the front. “Oooh! Music?! That’s awesome!” She paused. “Yeah! Booths are really cool! They’re like couches for eating!”

“That’d be great. I don’t believe I know how to use one myself- maybe you could show me?” He suggested, liking the fact that she was referring to their little hangout as a date. “Alright, well let’s grab our sweets and I’ll lend ya  quarter so you can turn soemthin’ else on that ol’ jukebox over there. I’m not really a fan of country music.” He admitted, looking to the woman behind the counter. He couldn’t exactly look over it from his height. “I’ll take three scoops of Napoleon ice-cream on a waffle cone with sprinkles.” He told her politely, looking to Mabel afterwards as if waiting for her to pick something out.

"AW MAN! I’LL TAKE A STRAWBERRY ICE CREAM WITH EXTRA SPRINKLES! AND A WAFFLE CONE! AND A NAPKIN!” She slammed her hands on the table and yelled her order. She then pulled her arms into her sweater and pulled out her grappling hook. She shot it above an empty booth and it grabbed onto a beam above. it then launched her towards the booth and she let go as the rope reached the hook and landed on the table in the booth “OW.”

Stanford looked a little annoyed with Mabel,”I know, you’ve got to stop quoting that movie. I’ve seen it once and it’s horrible.” Stan lied, he was a big nerd for Disney movies. That wasn’t important right now, what was important was to stop the quotes. Who knows what Disney movie he could accidentally quote.

"Alright, man! TV’s out of the question- lemme grab my laptop!” She ran back upstairs and returned with a laptop decorated with pictures of cats. She placed it on a coffee table and dragged it in front of Stan’s chair. She plugged the hard-drive in and crawled on top of the chair and on the back part of it. “Lets do it man! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mabel. I ain’t the ticklish type.” Gideon seemed more amused by the question than anything but only because this was Mabel he was speaking to. In fact, everything he had just said was a complete lie. Of course he was ticklish and he hated it.

“What, you ain’t ever been on a date to a plain ol’ ice-cream shop? Mabel, my friend, you haven’t lived yet!” He chuckled, hugging her back with a wide smile. She was too cute when she was over excited over something so simple- another thing he appreciated about her personality. “I wouldn’t say perfect but, uh…you pretty much called it.” He mentioned cheekily, taking her hand after the hug ended and leading her to the town’s ice-cream shop which ironically looked like some type of 1950′s diner.

I got a GRAPPLING HOOK! I can find your deepest darkest secrets, Old man!— Ahem- Sorry about that.” She chuckled. She enjoyed the hug she shared with Gideon and continued the hand holding down to the shop. “Ahh~ The 50’s. The best of times.”

“Ya think so? They got bunches of really neat songs fer sure!” Gideon squeaked excitedly as they entered, walking up to the front first so they could both get an ice-cream before sitting down. “You like booths, don’t ya? I want ya to be as comfy as possible when we sit down.”

"Thanks Gideon! I’d love to show you the grappling hook after our date!” Mabel again grinned at Gideon as they approached the front. “Oooh! Music?! That’s awesome!” She paused. “Yeah! Booths are really cool! They’re like couches for eating!”

-Semi-selective

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