“Let’s steal a spaceship!” yells Mabel. “I’ve made a lot of paper airplanes, so I think I know a little something about piloting.” She runs down the hall and toward the hangar.

The sound of running Infinitentiary guards fills the air, growing louder.

Dipper, Blendin, Davy Time-Jones, and Chamillacles bolt after Mabel.

Inside the hangar, they pile into the first available ship. The moment the doors close, they hear laser blasts from the guards’ weapons ricocheting off the sides of the spacecraft.

Mabel takes the captain’s chair and fires up the engines. “Dipper, you’re on lasers!” she barks. “Davy, you’re my first mate!”

“Yarrrrgh,” says Davy Time-Jones, pumping his fist.

“Chamillacles, just sit next to me, make alien grunts, and wear a bandolier,” says Mabel. “Trust me, you’ll be a fan favorite.”

“Oooh, oooh, what about me?” asks Blendin.

“You, don’t touch anything!” yells Mabel.

“This seems like a lot of responsibility,” Blendin says, sweating.

The spacecraft rocks under the impact of the laser blasts.

Mabel hits some switches and it lifts, throwing everyone off balance.

The guards scramble to close the giant doors in front of the craft.

Mabel hits the thrusters, and they speed off into outer space. “WOO-HOO!” she screams as she executes a g-force-inducing barrel roll. “Wow, being a hotshot rogue pilot is easy! You just need to have no idea what you’re doing!”

Blendin, Dipper, and Davy Time-Jones catch their breath.

Red warning lights flash overhead.

Chamillacles makes babbling noises.

“He says ‘incoming’!” says Davy Time-Jones, pointing out the window.

Their flight path is blocked by an enormous looming spaceship the size of the Infinitentiary.

Mabel turns on the ship’s communication screen, which is signaling an incoming video call.

The screen flickers on, revealing a lobster-headed humanoid. “STOP, CONVICTS! STOP FLEEING AT ONCE!” he says. “I AM GENERAL CRUSTACEOUS LOB-STAR! WE HAVE YOUR PATH COMPLETELY BLOCKED!” He clacks his lobster claws.

Mabel looks away from the screen. “It’s true!” she shouts. “What should we do?”

Davy Time-Jones scans the horizon. “There’s only two ways we can escape!” he says. “One, we fly through that craggy, dangerous asteroid field over there!” He points to a massive asteroid field.

“Are you crazy, man?” yells Blendin. “That’s impossible to navigate through! Also, our ship is being piloted by an oxygen-deprived twelve-year-old girl!”

“The odds are a million to one!” says Dipper.

“Never tell me the odds,” growls Mabel, “because I’m super bad at math.”

“What’s option number two?” asks Dipper.

“We fly back at ’em head-on and get past them before they can turn that hulking ship around!” shouts Davy Time-Jones.

“But that’s crazy! That’s flying directly into danger!” yells Blendin.

“GLEEP GLORP!” squeals Chamillacles, beating his chest.

“Watch your language!” shouts Blendin.

“It’s up to the captain to decide!” says Davy Time-Jones, turning to Mabel.

Mabel stares out the window and gulps.

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