Summary: It’s a long way until next summer. Until then, Dipper and Mabel share their daily antics and life problems with their lifelong friends and attentive great-uncles through an endless string of e-mails. Distance makes the heart grow fonder after all, and there’s no place Dipper and Mabel love more than Gravity Falls.
How’s life in the slammer treating you? Are they giving you three meals a day? Have you been in the work yard yet?
Hunched over his desk, Dipper half-heartedly crafted out the apology letter he had been ordered to write. The classroom was silent, with his peers already on their way home for the day. The only sound was that of his pen scratching against the paper. At the front of the room was the balding middle-aged teacher who had been assigned detention duty, who was no happier to be there than Dipper was.
A vibration in his pocket caused him to pause. He snuck a glance towards Mr. Haskins, who was currently absorbed in a fishing magazine. Deciding it was safe, Dipper slipped his cellphone out of his jeans and tapped to view the new e-mail notification. Rolling his eyes at his sister’s attempt at humour, he could not help but smile as he texted her a response.
’It’s detention, not prison, even though they feel like they might be the same thing. Why didn’t you just text?’
’Wasn’t sure if your sound was on or not. I didn’t want to land you in more trouble by triggering the Ghost Zone theme music with a text.’ -Mabel
Wrinkling his nose, he typed back, ‘Ghost Harassers, thank you very much. You clearly don’t pay much attention to my e-mail username.’
’Aw, you know what I meant. Seriously, how’s detention?’ -Mabel
’I figured it would be super boring. Hey, at least it’s only an hour. You’ll be free soon.’ -Mabel
’Yeah. But it’s the first of December. Detention isn’t how I expected to spend the beginning of the Christmas season.’