[That's a good question. He has to think. These weren't just any fortune cookies, after all.
He paces back and forth in front of the bag, his eyes occasionally flicking over to it as if he could will the cookie inside to tell him all of its secrets.]
I have no idea. If it's an extra that someone at the restaurant threw in, it could be for anyone, but Soos' fortune specifically said that there would be an extra one so that could mean that it actually is meant for us.
Basically the big question here is this: is the cookie really for someone in this house? We both took a cookie that wasn't ours, so it may belong to Soos or Grunkle Stan.
Or... [He stops pacing, peering apprehensively into the bag at the lone cookie inside of it.] Or it could be for whoever opens it.
Maybe it's for everybody. Because the ones we took were still for Grunkle Stan and Soos. We're the kids they said would steal it, so we can't be the "you" in it, too.
[She gasps like she had a major discovery.] It could be a fortune for the whole world!
[Dipper reaches into the bag and pulls out the cookie. He scrutinizes it carefully before holding it out to his sister, his voice heavy with a gravitas that was in all honesty most likely unneeded for the situation.
What if they don't like parties? What if they're a party-hating species of aliens that believe the act of partying is an act of war? Too many variables.
[Mabel's face lights up so very brightly and her eyes go wide before squeals.] Thank you thank you thank you! [You are getting a super fast and super energetic hug around the neck.
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He paces back and forth in front of the bag, his eyes occasionally flicking over to it as if he could will the cookie inside to tell him all of its secrets.]
I have no idea. If it's an extra that someone at the restaurant threw in, it could be for anyone, but Soos' fortune specifically said that there would be an extra one so that could mean that it actually is meant for us.
Basically the big question here is this: is the cookie really for someone in this house? We both took a cookie that wasn't ours, so it may belong to Soos or Grunkle Stan.
Or... [He stops pacing, peering apprehensively into the bag at the lone cookie inside of it.] Or it could be for whoever opens it.
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[She gasps like she had a major discovery.] It could be a fortune for the whole world!
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[Dipper reaches into the bag and pulls out the cookie. He scrutinizes it carefully before holding it out to his sister, his voice heavy with a gravitas that was in all honesty most likely unneeded for the situation.
FORTUNE COOKIES ARE SERIOUS BUSINESS OKAY.]
Go ahead, Mabel.
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Sorry not sorry for this I didn't need my heart did you need yours?
Actually, on second thought I don't really want another mailbox incident.
[He very quickly rescinds his proposition, unwrapping the cookie himself and snapping it open.]
Okay, deep breath. Let's see what this says...
[The fortune is only two words, but they feel like a punch to the gut.]
... "Trust them."
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... I bet it's aliens.
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He cracks a small smile, laughing.]
Aliens?
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[Mabel no.]
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[w a i t.]
... No, no, that was my fault, but that's not the point. We don't even know if this fortune is actually about aliens. It could be about anything!
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Fine. We can throw a party.
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Mabel likes parties.]
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We still have to ask Grunkle Stan, but if it ends up being anything like the first party we had here I don't see why he'll say no.
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