“We’re gonna trust you, Jugsley,” Mabel tells the prospector.

“Are you sure about this?” whispers Dipper. “This guy seems two strings short of a banjo.”

“Come on,” says Mabel, motioning to Jugsley. “That’s what we thought about McGucket, and he turned out all right in the end. Besides, no one is so crazy that they’d look you in the eye and deliberately lead you to your death!”

The twins and Blendin follow Jugsley a few steps down the path.

“Welp, here’s your deaths!” says Jugsley. He cheerfully kicks Blendin and the twins into the pit. “Whooo-eeee, you lot fell for that right quick!” He laughs. “Wow, that was a dumb choice! I’m so clearly a maniac!”

Mabel spits out coal dust. “Let us out of here, you monster!”

“Sorry, but I reckon I can’t let y’all be sneakin’ around my boron mines trying to steal my precious boron,” says Jugsley. He starts nailing boards over the top of the pit. “In twenty-odd years we’re gonna be at war with the Australians and we’re gonna need all the boron we can get. Don’t believe me? Sniff some boron dust like I do every morning and it’ll start makin’ sense right quick!” He continues sealing the pit.

Dipper glares at Mabel. “What was that you said about never making the obvious choice?” he asks her.

Mabel slugs Dipper in the shoulder as Jugsley cackles.

They sit in silence in the pit…forever.

At least they have boron.

THE END.