#vampstan

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“Mabel sweetie, do I really have to do this?”

Mabel firmly nodded, arms crossed in front of her and as stern a look as she could manage on her face.

“Yup. A bet is a bet.” She gasped. “You’re not going to welch are you?!”

“And you know what Ma would have said about welchers,” Ford added, stepping into the room. He looked entirely too smug. 

And the only way this could get better was- yup, there was Dipper with the video camera Ford had gotten him last Christmas in hand. 

Stan accepted the pitcher of Mabel Juice from his niece, noting that it looked like she had poured all of his stash in the pitcher, just in case. 

He shook his head. He didn’t actually think she would be able to eat the entire bag of sour gummi worms through her nose.

Mabel came up with a glass. He glared at her. She smiled and said, “If you drink a whole glass, I won’t tell Mom and Dad about this.” 

Ford burst out into laughter. Fantastic. Outconned by a twelve year old.