~Beatrice, sitting wistfully on the bank of a river: … Isn’t this where Wirt got one shoe stuck in the mud? And it shlorpfed right off his foot, making him faceplant in the mud so badly that his entire front half was green-brown? Then everyone thought he was Greg’s frog’s mom? Heh! Good times! Well, not so much for Wirt.~
Mabel: Soooooo … word on the street is you saw him … ~in dis hab illy~? Was is it ~everything~ you’ve been imagining?
Dipper: Mmmmmabel! First of all, it’s pronounced “en déshabillé” because it’s [whatever the heck the equivalent of French is in the pokémon world] and you sound like an ignoramus! Second of all, where did you even hear that?! Only he and I know, and neither of us is gonna talk about it EVER in our lives! Third of all … SHUT UP!
