“We’re the new saloon entertainment!” says Dipper.
Wild Eyes Joe lets go of Dipper’s collar and looks at him, Mabel, and Blendin. “Are you tryin’ to tell me that you three are the Jumpin’ Giddyup Gals?”
Dipper throws a sideways glance at Mabel and Blendin, who both shrug.
“Yes. Yes, we are,” says Dipper.
Wild Eyes Joe gives Dipper a long once-over. “Well, all right, get on up there! We been waitin’ f’rever!” he yells, grinning.
The whole saloon erupts into hooting and hollering.
Blendin and the twins stumble onto the stage.
“What do we do?” whispers Mabel to Dipper and Blendin. “Should I do my stand-up routine? I have a solid fifteen on scrunchies.”
Wild Eyes Joe motions to a crate of instruments on the side of the stage.
Mabel picks up a tambourine.
Dipper grabs a cowbell.
Blendin picks up a banjo and, to everyone’s surprise, plays a devastating lick.
The twins look at him, their mouths falling open.
“I spent a lot of time in prison! Learning to play the banjo kept the madness out!” Blendin says, tapping his head.
Dipper and Mabel shrug.
“Well…ah-one and ah-two and ah-three!” says Mabel.
They start playing their instruments.
Mabel improvises a song:
Oh, we’re traveling through the country,
And we’re traveling back in time.
A mighty fine ol’ treasure is what we aim to find.
But now we’re playing music
For you scary folk!
Please, please, please, please don’t hurt us.
Like everyone, we fear death!
“Seriously!” adds Blendin. “We’re really, really, really afraid of dying!”
Blendin plucks out a sweet banjo finish and they all pose.
All the cowboys rise from their seats, scowling.
Mabel gulps. “Did we just enrage a room full of outlaws?”
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