“Mabel, this has gone on too long.” Dipper smacks a fist into his palm. “Also, Duck-tective is coming back from hiatus and I don’t want to miss it,” he says as he walks across the sand to a spot beneath the time door.

“I guess you’re right,” says Mabel. “Sorry, Blendin! Thanks for the fun day, though!”

Blendin looks crestfallen as the Time Pirates cackle, drag him aboard their galleon, and begin to ready the plank.

Dipper helps Mabel climb up through the time door and then follows her off the beach and back into the fourth-dimensional in-between space.

“Well, I feel good about that decision,” says Dipper as he dusts off his hands. “Now, uh…how do we get back to our own time?”

“You mean you don’t know how?” asks Mabel. “Ugh, I knew we should have done the right thing.” She kicks the wall of flowing time in anger.

The time stream sucks the shoe right off her foot.

“Ugh! And now my favorite shoe is lost in the antebellum South,” she says.

Dipper is poking around the time walls. “I mean, I think if we can find our time, we can just leap through the wall into it. There’s gotta be something around here somewhere.”

Mabel is searching, too. “Like here! I think I hear Grunkle Stan!” she says.

“Yeah, this will probably work,” says Dipper. He walks up to double-check, but Mabel trips over her remaining shoe and they both fall out of the time stream and tumble into…aristocratic France.

The twins are inside a glittering mansion in the 1700s.

“Quelle domage!” screams a powder-wigged man.

“Mon dieu!” screams his wife.

The panicked couple runs away from the twins, leaving Dipper and Mabel alone in a room filled with fancy cheeses. Dipper and Mabel sample them.

“Wow, these are really good,” says Mabel.

“Tell me about it!” says Dipper.

“We sure picked a good place to get lost forever,” she says.

“Mmmmm-hmmmm!” says Dipper through a mouthful of cheese.

The twins eventually learn to speak French and live out the rest of their lives as aristocrats…until they’re on the wrong side of a revolution and it basically turns into that famous French story about the miserable people. You know, the one with songs and peasants, and it’s all about the miserables. I think it’s called The Miserables.

THE END.