Voice Test Dipper Edition

[lambylamby]

COME HELP ME TEST OUT THIS NERD.

PROMPTS? YOU WANT PROMPTS? BAM! I GOT YO' PROMPTS.

Comments

[lambylamby]

There's only one way to find out.

[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.

[grandmasweaters]

[It being Dipper this was not expected.] ... Wait you're letting me do it?

Sorry not sorry for this I didn't need my heart did you need yours?

[lambylamby]

[... Wait why was he letting her do it?]

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."

[grandmasweaters]

[Mabel doesn't get it, herself. She peers at it, rubbing her chin like she's thinking.]

... I bet it's aliens.

[lambylamby]

[...Bless your heart, Mabel.

He cracks a small smile, laughing.]

Aliens?

[grandmasweaters]

They're sending us a message! They're coming to Earth and they mean us no harm!

[lambylamby]

Well, it makes about as much sense as anything else.

[grandmasweaters]

We should throw them a party!

[Mabel no.]

[lambylamby]

Mabel, no. We can't throw a party for aliens.

[grandmasweaters]

Come on, Dipper. We have to be hospitable. We don't want to be rude hosts.

[lambylamby]

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.

[grandmasweaters]

Nobody doesn't like parties. You just have to throw them right!

[lambylamby]

The last time we tried to throw a party we ended up with a zombie infestation.

[grandmasweaters]

Because you summoned them. Are you going to raise the dead at the alien party, too?

[lambylamby]

That wasn't my --

[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!

[grandmasweaters]

Well, I think it's about aliens and there's no reason not to have a party...

[lambylamby]

[SIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH.]

Fine. We can throw a party.

[grandmasweaters]

[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.

Mabel likes parties.]

[lambylamby]

Don't thank me yet.

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.

[grandmasweaters]

Don't worry, brobro. I can get Grunkle Stan to let me?

[lambylamby]

I wonder where he hid all the party supplies...

[grandmasweaters]

I'm sure I could hunt them down. They're probably in the attic or his office, right?

[lambylamby]

Most likely. Wanna go look?

[mistermystery]

Now wait just a minute!

[And in from the other room comes one grumpy grunkle, looking down at the two kids in his care.]

You two are not throwing a party...

[He looks between the two of them]

... without me charging twenty bucks a pop for admission and someone working a concession stand!