I want Dipper to return from the summer and ask his several science-teachers question in such quantity and complexity that they get headaches – and it gets worse every time.
I want a school-intern, semi-trend of wearing Mabel Pines Handmade Friendship Bracelets™.
I want those bracelets to double as a secret sign to mark people who you will be safe with talking to about sexuality/gender/general confusing feelings.
I want the gym teacher be stunned by the Pines Twins who quickly climb towards the top of the class.
I also want the gym teacher to first think Dipper Noodle-Limbs Pines is joking or acting out on a dare when he asks to join the track-team, only to be slightly intimidated by The Look Dipper gives him to make him stop laughing.
He chokes on his laughter, swallows, and quickly sobers up.
Hastily signs the necessary papers.
I want the Mystery Twins to solve secrets of their town – who stole that sign? Who started chopping that tree without permission? What lunatic is walking around in the middle of the night in a fur-suit? Frigging furries. (Actually it’s a very confused and recently left-behind cryptid who gets help from two small teens with nearly identicval faces who give him some money and directions to a place called Gravity Falls)
I want to have a class-assignment where they have to write about their summer-experiences – Mabel writes the entire, crazy truth, handing in 500% the amount they were assigned – while her twin hands in an almost empty piece of paper.
Dipper gets scolded for only writing his name and “No.”, while their teacher tells Mabel that while he appraciates creative writing, she should please just write what she did over the summer next year.
Do not. Jump scare. The twins. Do not-
I want Mabel to “bap” a sticker on Dipper after every trigonometry-period to cheer him up and distract him from his dark memories – it doesn’t matter if he managed to stay or not, he will walk into the next period with a grateful smile and a shiny plastic-sticker on his shirt. He keeps them in a collection in his journal.
“You did ext-ROAR-dinary today!” is the one he is proudest of, because he managed to actually solve a question on the spot, only freezing up for a few seconds, and he is proud of that little step in the right direction- Mabel hugged him heartily and grinned “Good job, Dippingsauce!”
I want the student-body fawning over Waddles and protest as one unit in class when a teacher wants to throw the pig out.
I want Dipper to use his gumption to gather support from the other students to help push through a no-meat day once a week in the menu, so his sister can sit down across from him during lunch without a pained expression at least once a week.
I want an excerpt of the school-psychatrist (or how-ever that’s called) from their POV where they sit down, have to sit down and take a fucking break, shellshocked, after their first meeting with the male Pines Twin (he was send to them when he had to leave trigonometry for the second time this week) because this kid has some problems and they are still half-way processing what the kid rambled about –seemingly without noticing he was talking at all as he stared at the white wall– and half-way already writing a letter to his parents in which they try to explain just why this kid really needs a professional Stat.