Thinking about it, the Mystery Twins are those dumb people that walk towards the creepy sound at night on a horror movie, except they actually survive.
Someone: “Y’all we’re being the white college kids in a movie right now.”
Mabel: “Yea, but none of them ever have a knife!”
Someone: “Why the fuck do you have a knife?!?”
Dipper: “Cause she’s better at hand to hand so I take the crossbow.”
Someone: “What the fuck!?!?”
Mabel: “We also have some holy water, salt”
Dipper: “Some sage and unicorn hair”
Someone: “Uhh are we sure they ain’t the killers?”
Mabel: “Don’t be silly! we would had done a better job of hiding the bodies”
Dipper: “what she said”
Someone: “oh no oh no we’re cornered there’s no way out we’re all gonna die—”
Dipper: “Don’t worry, we’ve got our uncles on speed-dial”
Someone: “How is THAT supposed to help?!”
Mabel (on phone): “Yeah, so this dude is trying to kill us—”
*wall implodes*
Stan and Ford: “WHERE IS HE.”
I couldn’t resist
