“We can’t risk it!” screams Blendin. “I think it’s time for one of us to be brave and fight! I nominate Dipper!”

“What?” yells Dipper.

Blendin picks up Dipper and throws him onto the dragon.

“OFF! GET OFF ME, HUMAN!” yells the dragon, bucking.

Dipper grabs on to the dragon’s shoulder and doesn’t let go. He draws back his sword. “I guess I’m gonna slay you or something now! Sorry, man!” Dipper strikes the dragon—and watches his sword bounce off the scales.

The dragon cackles. “FOOLISH HUMAN! Your weapons are no use against my impenetrable scales! The only thing that can stop me is the sound produced by playing a DRAGON FLUTE!”

Dipper glares at Mabel.

“Sorry!” she says, shrinking down into her sweater.

Blendin slides down the rocks and approaches the dragon. “Hey, hey, Mr. Dragon! Please don’t kill us! What if you gave us a riddle instead? Isn’t that something dragons do?”

“Seriously?” groans the dragon. “Do I look like an idiot?”

“Hmm…This riddle is harder than I thought!” muses Blendin.

“EAT FLAMES!” roars the dragon. He takes a deep breath, charges up his fire breath, and…

FWOOOOOOSH!

Looks like Blendin gave the wrong answer. For our heroes, it’s…

THE END.