Dipper steps across the line onto Blendin’s side. “I know it’s not as exciting,” he says, “but I think we should put on some costumes, sneak aboard the train, and play it safe.”

“BOOOOOOOOO!” says Mabel. “Boo, I say! BOO!”

“You’re gonna get sick of booing me eventually,” says Dipper.

Mabel smirks. “Will I?”

Fifteen minutes later, Mabel is still booing as they exit Granny Huggins’s Present-Timey Costume Shop. When they emerge, they’re wearing the perfect period garb to blend in on the train.

“I love this adorable bonnet!” says Mabel with a twirl, looking at her prairie attire in a storefront window.

Dipper wears a Stetson hat and a poncho that keeps snagging on cacti.

Blendin has squeezed into a hoop dress and petticoat.

At the train station, Dipper swipes train tickets from the pocket of a gentleman’s unattended coat.

Blendin hands Mabel a laser blaster. “Just in case things get hairy,” he whispers.

They board the train and take their seats.

Blendin fidgets. “As soon as this train leaves the station, we gotta find the Time Pirate who has the Time Key,” says Blendin. “This corset is starting to damage my organs.”

A well-to-do gentleman approaches Blendin. “Tell me, ma’am,” he says, “is it warm in here or is it just your irresistible beauty?”

Blendin giggles.

The man sits down and continues talking to Blendin.

A whistle blows, and the train lurches forward out of the station.

Mabel whispers to Blendin, “Are you eddy-ray to go look for the ee-kay?”

“Go ahead without me. I want to see where this goes,” says Blendin, gesturing to the wealthy suitor. Blendin fans himself, and the man orders a pair of sarsaparillas.

“Stupid Blendin, always getting rich gentleman callers,” mutters Mabel. “It’s not like I’m jealous or anything.”

She and Dipper move from car to car toward the back of the train.

Eventually, they come across a sign between two railcars: ACCESS RESTRICTED BEYOND THIS POINT. PLEASE DO NOT ENTER.

“Well, this seems promising!” says Mabel. “There has to be something good back there if they’re trying to keep people out. Maybe this is where the Time Pirate is hiding the Time Key!” She starts to push open the door.

A hand falls on her shoulder and spins her around.

“And who might you be?” asks a burly conductor.

Mabel stalls. “Uhhh. Uh…Uhhhhh…”

Dipper stalls, too. “Uh…”

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