Dipper shoots Mabel a stern glance.

Mabel sighs. “All right,” she says. “I’m sorry, everyone, but I really need to go!”

“Awww, don’t leave us!” says one passenger. “We are ever so charmed by your cheerful demeanor!”

“At the very least, take a souvenir to remember us by!” says a small gap-toothed child. “Like my hat!”

“Heh, uh, sure. Of course!” says Mabel.

“Yeah, and take my pickax!” says a grubby, wild-eyed prospector.

“And some of my pies!” says a pie maker.

“And my six-shooter that’s free of fingerprints!” adds a passenger wearing all black, his eyes darting suspiciously.

One by one, all the passengers give Mabel a token to remember them by, and by the time she’s left the train, she’s carrying a huge heavy satchel filled with souvenirs. They make their way toward the town. Just outside of it, Mabel stops and drops the satchel.

“Guys, I dunno how long I can carry this,” she says.

“Good. Then how about we throw it away?” says Dipper.

“What? Never!” exclaims Mabel. “Each souvenir is a symbol of love! And there are some moths in this bag that I’ve already given names to!”

Dipper groans.

“Hey, hey, hey, there’s another solution!” says Blendin. “I can open up a time cache.” He changes the settings on one of his laser guns and blasts open a portal. He takes the gift satchel and tosses it in.

“Whoa, what’s that?” asks Mabel.

“It’s like storage space. You can store matter in the space in between various time lines,” Blendin explains.

“Like the way Grunkle Stan hides money in the walls!” says Mabel.

“Or the way Lazy Susan hides bacon in her pie crusts!” adds Dipper.

“Let’s put our bandit disguises in there for safe keeping in case we need them again!” Mabel tosses in her bandana and mustache and watches them float into the space.

Dipper and Blendin do the same with their mustaches and bandanas.

“So, can we just retrieve all our stuff later?” asks Dipper.

“Yes!” exclaims Blendin. “Except…except…ah, jeez.” Blendin adjusts the knobs on his laser blaster. “All right, small problem. I may have forgotten to program coordinates, so…that stuff is lost forever.”

“What?” yells Mabel, frowning. “My precious treasures!”

“Yeah, I kinda really screwed this one up,” says Blendin. “How about we just go back to town and pet some farm animals?”

Mabel stares at Blendin. “You’re lucky I like baby goats,” she says through gritted teeth.

“I wonder what’s gonna happen to all that stuff,” says Dipper.

“Oh, I don’t know. It’ll probably float through the ether of space-time like a bottle in the ocean, wandering hopelessly till it washes up on the time shores of some time beach,” says Blendin. He gives Mabel a pat on the back.

“Good-bye, friends!” she says to the empty space where the portal used to be.

They wander into town.

“Well, what should we do now?” asks Mabel. “I’m open to anything as long as I get to keep making new old-timey friends!”

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