Dipper steps onto Mabel’s side of the line. “Sorry, man, this just sounds like way more fun,” he tells Blendin.

“Yeeee-haw! Ride ’em, cowboy! Bang-bang-bang!” says Mabel.

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” says Blendin, kicking the dust.

“Welcome to Loco Motive’s, pardners!” shouts the shopkeeper as the three of them walk through the double doors of the robbery apparel store. “Your one-stop shop for thievin’ supplies and robberphernalia!”

They look around. The shelves are stocked with weapons, bandanas, and white paint for covering wanted posters. A scorpion scuttles into a barrel labeled FAKE MUSTACHES and scuttles out wearing one.

“Give us three fast and strong horses with pretty hair!” yells Mabel.

The shopkeeper looks at her. “Do y’all have money or would you prefer to use our payment plan wherein you pay us from your future robberies?”

“Wait, you guys will let people buy supplies to commit robberies and pay you after the job is done?” asks Dipper. “Does anyone ever come back?”

“Not really,” says the shopkeeper. “I reckon it’s a flawed business model, but I’m not here to turn a profit. I’m here to serve the community!”

Blendin and Mabel each give an approving nod.

They dress up in bandanas and fake mustaches.

The shopkeeper leads Dipper, Mabel, and Blendin to a stable where three horses are waiting. Mabel grins. Blendin wipes the sweat from his brow.

WHOOOOOOOOO!

The exhilarating call of a train whistle rings through the air a moment later as Dipper, Mabel, and Blendin race on horseback across the open plains toward a speeding locomotive.

“HYAH, HYAH, giddyup, Black-Spirit-Beauty-Biscuit!” screams Mabel to her horse. She takes off her hat and waves it, letting the wind whip through her hair.

“Your sister is really taking to this with a frightening intensity,” says Blendin.

“Yeah, she gets swept up in things sometimes,” Dipper says with a shrug. “One time in third grade someone stole her pencil and she launched a mock police investigation to find it. She called it Bad Cop, Worse Cop and didn’t stop until she got suspended for interrogating people.”

“Let’s just get in and get out,” says Blendin. “We’re intruding on the Calamity Brothers’ turf, and trust me: we don’t want to run into them!”

Dipper, Mabel, and Blendin close the distance and ride up alongside the train.

The engine driver spots them.

“My name’s Mad Mabel Picante Pines and could you please stop this here train…or else!” yells Mabel.

“Or else what?” screams back the conductor.

“Or else I’ll ask again, and this time, I won’t say please,” says Mabel, squinting.

Shrieking, the conductor throws some levers. The train starts picking up speed.

“Oh, no, guys! They’re speeding up!” yells Blendin. “If we’re gonna hop on this thing, we better do it now!”

Dipper makes a grab for the railcar but can barely hold on. “It’s going too fast! Isn’t there another option?” he asks.

Blendin points to a hole in the red rock cliffs ahead. “He’s racing for that tunnel ’cause he knows we can’t follow them inside!” he says. “If we took one of my laser blasters and shot the rocks above to block the entrance, then they’d have to stop!”

“Well, that’s obviously the right choice!” yells Dipper over the rumble of the train.

“Not really! If we miss, we’ll lose our chance to board, and by the time this thing charges up again, they’ll be long gone. I guess what we need to know is…how good of a shot do you think you are? Especially while riding a horse?” asks Blendin.

Dipper thinks it over. “This is tough!” he says. “Should we risk our lives to hop aboard a fast-moving train? Or do I risk losing the train forever by taking the shot?”

“Just pick one, Dipper!” yells Mabel.

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