[The feed starts out pink. Very pink. Blindingly pink, actually. There's muffled giggling before the pink mass is pulled backwards and it becomes obvious what exactly it is--a Minior. There are hands holding it in front of the 'gear so the Pokemon's trainer is obviously there but apparently it's the Minior that's going to be doing the talking?]
Hello every body! My name is Dipper!
[The Minior is bobbed back and forth as the trainer speaks, the Pokemon looked delighted with the attention it's getting while it's trainer is trying hard not to dissolve into giggles. She--because despite the deeper voice she's trying to use it's obvious it's a girl--manages to contain herself, clearing her throat to keep going.]
I'm looking for mysteries because boy, I love mysteries! Mysteries mysteries!
[More bobbing and the Minior let's out a cheery noise that gets giggles out of it's trainers--"Dipper, shhh!"]
Anyone got a mystery they need solved? Call on me! I'm the Mystery Solver!
[The Minior is pulled backwards with a happy noise, the little girl appearing in full now as she giggle-snorts, hugging her Pokemon to her chest. Mabel grins cheekily, pressing her cheek to Dipper and nuzzling him.]
Who's the best detective ever? That's right! Little Dipper is!
[Action - Azalea Town]
Anyone wandering through Azalea Town will find themselves crossing paths with a young girl that is clearly very enthused by the sheer amount of Slowpoke inhabiting the town. So much so, in fact, that she's somehow managed to lure ten of them to her and is having a makeshift sort of tea party with them. Poffins are sitting before each one of her guests--and they're all slowing eating with those big dumb grins on their faces--while Dipper the Minior bobs about happily, floating around the party and genuinely just having the time of it's little life.
Mabel, meanwhile, is seated within the sort-of circle of Slowpoke, sweater sleeves pushed up to her elbows as she daintily sips from her water bottle.
"Oh yes, that sounds very exciting, Miss Knickbocker Puddingbot," she said with a sage-like nod, addressing one of the Slowpokes that had bits of Poffin all of it's snout. Mabel giggled, breaking her act, and reached over to gently brush off it's face. "For someone that eats so slow you sure are messy!"
Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls (Canon point is end of season one)
[The feed starts out pink. Very pink. Blindingly pink, actually. There's muffled giggling before the pink mass is pulled backwards and it becomes obvious what exactly it is--a Minior. There are hands holding it in front of the 'gear so the Pokemon's trainer is obviously there but apparently it's the Minior that's going to be doing the talking?]
Hello every body! My name is Dipper!
[The Minior is bobbed back and forth as the trainer speaks, the Pokemon looked delighted with the attention it's getting while it's trainer is trying hard not to dissolve into giggles. She--because despite the deeper voice she's trying to use it's obvious it's a girl--manages to contain herself, clearing her throat to keep going.]
I'm looking for mysteries because boy, I love mysteries! Mysteries mysteries!
[More bobbing and the Minior let's out a cheery noise that gets giggles out of it's trainers--"Dipper, shhh!"]
Anyone got a mystery they need solved? Call on me! I'm the Mystery Solver!
[The Minior is pulled backwards with a happy noise, the little girl appearing in full now as she giggle-snorts, hugging her Pokemon to her chest. Mabel grins cheekily, pressing her cheek to Dipper and nuzzling him.]
Who's the best detective ever? That's right! Little Dipper is!
[Action - Azalea Town]
Anyone wandering through Azalea Town will find themselves crossing paths with a young girl that is clearly very enthused by the sheer amount of Slowpoke inhabiting the town. So much so, in fact, that she's somehow managed to lure ten of them to her and is having a makeshift sort of tea party with them. Poffins are sitting before each one of her guests--and they're all slowing eating with those big dumb grins on their faces--while Dipper the Minior bobs about happily, floating around the party and genuinely just having the time of it's little life.
Mabel, meanwhile, is seated within the sort-of circle of Slowpoke, sweater sleeves pushed up to her elbows as she daintily sips from her water bottle.
"Oh yes, that sounds very exciting, Miss Knickbocker Puddingbot," she said with a sage-like nod, addressing one of the Slowpokes that had bits of Poffin all of it's snout. Mabel giggled, breaking her act, and reached over to gently brush off it's face. "For someone that eats so slow you sure are messy!"