“Uh…” Dipper says.

The conductor grabs his baton. Then Blendin bursts in with his gentleman suitor. “How dare you harass my babies!”

The suitor sidles up next to him. “My name is P. B. Peckinbridge and I’m the owner of this here train and its cargo, and I demand you release my fair maiden’s children!”

The conductor gawks. “They might be thieves!”

“They’re children,” says Mr. Peckinbridge. “They’re just naturally curious!” The gentleman kneels before the twins. “Would you rapscallions like to see my treasure?”

Dipper’s and Mabel’s eyes widen and they nod.

“Well, here you go!” The gentleman procures a key from his overcoat and sticks it into the lock of the treasure safe.

The safe opens.

The twins’ jaws drop as they see…

Grain. Lots of grain.

“Look at it, kids. Isn’t it beautiful? It’s grain! Beautiful grain. Life’s only real treasure. Would you like to swim in it with me?” Mr. Peckinbridge asks.

Dipper and Mabel watch the grain pour onto the floor.

Mr. Peckinbridge dives into it. “Please, children,” he says, “come swim in the grain with me.”

The twins start walking away.

“Let’s go, Blendin,” Mabel says.

“Hey, do what you want! This guy is rich. I’m gonna stay here and milk this time pony!” says Blendin, stepping toward Mr. Peckinbridge swimming in the pile of grain.

The train jolts and Blendin’s wig falls off.

Mr. Peckinbridge raises an eyebrow. “Blendinella! You—you lied to me!”

Blendin freezes.

Mr. Peckinbridge sits up and hangs his head. “Please,” he says, holding out a hand, “just…go.”

The twins and Blendin leave the train and wander back to town, taking off their cumbersome costumes as they go.

“Well, that was clearly the wrong choice!” says Mabel. “But we’ve got two options left—confront the outlaws or inspect the mine!”

“What about lying down in a fetal position and giving up forever?” asks Blendin hopefully.

“That’s not an option!” says Mabel.

EMBARK ON A MINING ADVENTURE: GO HERE CONFRONT THE OUTLAWS IN THE SALOON: GO HERE