“All right, what the heck, I’ll stay for one!” says Mabel.

Dipper and Blendin groan.

Everyone on the train erupts in cheers.

Mabel sits down and has a sarsaparilla with the passengers while Dipper and Blendin each enjoy a sarsaparilla in the shadows. Dipper fidgets with his bandana while Mabel and the passengers laugh boisterously and tell stories. Soon one sarsaparilla turns to two, two turns to three, and then day turns to night.

By the time the sun has fully left the sky, the whole train has turned into a raucous party with Mabel at the head, leading the passengers in human wheelbarrow races, line dancing, and doing the limbo under tilling rakes.

Dipper and Blendin swallow the last swigs of their sarsaparillas and add their bottles to the pile of other empty ones surrounding Mabel.

Sometime around midnight, Mabel frees herself from the crowd.

“Sorry about that, guys,” Mabel says to Dipper and Blendin. “But these Old West people sure know how to have a good time!”

The passengers stumble off the train.

“See ya, Larry!” says Mabel. “Later, Mad Dog! Way to be a limbo champion, Gold Dust Billy!”

A wild-eyed prospector jigs off the train and waves at her.

Dipper, Mabel, and Blendin stumble back to town…but something’s wrong.

“Man, my stomach is doing a number on me,” says Dipper.

“Mine, too,” says Blendin. “And it can’t be timesickness, otherwise I’d be coughing up miniature clocks.”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly feeling so great, either,” says Mabel. “What gives?”

Blendin pulls out a glowing electronic wand and scans Dipper’s body.

The machine beeps and displays a data chart.

“Yup, there’s your culprit!” he says, turning the screen for Dipper to see. “Dysentery! We all have dysentery. Probably shouldn’t have ingested train-grade sarsaparilla.”

“Oh, jeez!” says Mabel. “Is…is that bad?”

Dipper nods.

“This is horrible!” she says. “Are we gonna die?”

“Nah, not really,” says Blendin. “We just have to go back to the present and take some medicine.”

“Oh,” says Mabel.

“Okay,” says Dipper.

“Yeah, no biggie,” says Blendin. He pulls the time tape and they zoom to the future.

As a group they see a doctor, and he cures them quickly. Although they are cured of dysentery, they all agree they are now literally SICK of time travel.

For our pals, it looks like…

THE END.