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“I could make a sweater big enough
for all of us to wear,” Mable suggested.

“What would that be a costume of?”
Dipper flipped through the channels on the television. While Gravity
Falls public access tv had improved since the influx of nonhuman
individuals with traits and stories they were willing to share,
Dipper was thankful for making a deal that ended in them getting free
cable.

“We’d be a close-knit family!”
Mabel punctuated her sentence by playing a rimshot on air drums with
her knitting needles.

“As fun as that idea sounds,” Henry
started, “I don’t think the kids want to spend all Halloween at the
McGuket-Northwest mansion and I doubt Stan will want to stick around
the whole night.”

“Besides, what happens if I have a
really strong summoning? You guys will either be dragged with me or
will slip out of the costume when there’s one less person occupying
the space.”

“Next suggestion, then, Twin-”

“No!” Both Henry and Dipper voiced
their objection, but Dipper’s was more terse and Henry’s more firm.

Dipper shifted his focus to the
television. On screen was a stop-motion movie with a skeleton singing
about how different his surroundings were. Dipper quickly changed the
channels, recognizing that it was claymation. Mabel’s phobia had
improved over the years, but he didn’t want to risk a relapse.

“Wait, go back.” Mabel was looking
at the television.

“Are you sure?” Dipper asked

Mabel nodded. Dipper returned to the
channel, but his eyes were on Mabel. Her eyes widened. She gasped.
Then a smile spread across her face.

“That’s it! Henry can go as Jaques
Skullington. I can go as Ragdoll Sarah. Dipper can go as Woogie
Boogie. The triplets can go as Lock, Stock, and Barrel. I guess we’ll
flip the characters’ genders so we have two girls and one boy instead
of one boy and two girls. That should be fun to design. And triplet
costumes get even more candy than twin costumes! Grunkle stan can be
Sandy Clause or the two-faced mayor, I could see it going either
way.”

Henry nodded along while Dipper stared
in shock. “How do you know so much about this movie?”

“Henry and I watched it a few years
ago.”

“Wendy recommended I watch it with
Mabel. I had never seen it but Mabel insisted that if I was willing
to stick around for this long, she should tackle one of her fears.”

“Have you seen it, Bro-bro.”

“Yeah.” Dipper had seen it. With
Wendy, in fact. She had summoned him on his second Summerween and
offered a bowl of candycorn in exchange for watching The Nightscare
of Christmas Eve with her. “It’s a shame claymation creeps Mabel
out,” Dipper had said in the middle of the Woogie Song, “She
would love this.”

“Well
the triplets haven’t,” Mabel walked over and rested her head on top
of Dipper’s, “When is it playing again. We can all watch it
together, and if the kids like it, we’ll go with my idea.”

At
least one viewing and an intense sewing project later, the group made
their way to the McGucket-Northwest estate on foot, letting the
triplets stop at a house or ten on the way. Acacia was wearing a red
onesie with a pointy-eared headband. Hank was wearing a black cloak
and pointy hat. Willow was wearing a black jacket and black pants
with white felt bones sewn over. All three had masks for a devil,
witch, and skeleton, respectively. They also had face paint nearly
identical to the masks, so they wore the masks sparingly or traded
masks every few houses.

“Onward
to the next door, kids! Shall we give our next victims a trick or ask
for a treat?” Dipper’s costume looked mostly like a brownish-green
sack. To Henry’s surprise, Dipper’s face would sometimes be visible
and other times only darkness could be seen beyond the mouth and eye
holes. However, by some collaborative means that the twins refused to
reveal, the mouth and eyes contorted with Dipper’s expression and the
mouth was perfectly synced with his brother’s words.

“Don’t
listen to that no-good Boogeyman. He’s a bad influence.” Henry
called to his kids

“I
think you’re a bit too in-character, Henry.” Dipper protested

“Who
says I’m acting, brother?”

“Do
I really bug you that
much?”

“Oh,
no.” Henry groaned.

“What?
Was that some sort of word play?” Stan spun the helmet he was
wearing to the smiling side. “It’s a good thing you’re not a
gambling man, because the odds are not in your favor.”

“I
guess he doesn’t find these very a-moose-ing.” Mabel added

Henry
sighed, “You know I love you oh sew
much, so let’s stop before someone laughs themselves into stitches.”