At the Mystery Shack for no good reason whatsoever...

Me: "I'm sooooooo booooooooooooooored!!!!" *rolls around on the table*

Stan: "Then get to work!"

Me: "Noooooooooo!!! Too boriiiiiiiing!!!"

Stan: *raises newspaper* "Oh I'll show you boring al-"

Mabel: "Wait Stan! Maybe some Mabel Juice will help!" *holds up a pitcher of glittery pink liquid with plastic dinosaurs in it*

Dipper: "I don't think that's a good idea." *rubs arm* "Remember what happened last time?"

<Flashback>

Everyone: *watches the Shack get trashed by a very hyped up me...*

<End of flashback>

Mabel: "Oh yeah... Well, it's not like it's gonna happen again!" *hands me a glass of the juice*

Dipper and Stan: "I have a bad feeling about this..."

Mabel: "Lighten up you guys! See, she hasn't done anything yet."

Dipper: *scoffs* "Yeah, yet."

Ten seconds and three glasses of Mabel Juice later...

Stan: "I'm starting to rethink life now." *stares at the currently burning Shack*

Dipper: "See! Told ya this was gonna happen!"

Mabel: "I didn't think it would be this bad!"

Me: *walks over covered with twigs and some burns* "Mabel, are you sure that stuff isn't possessed."

Mabel: "Nope."

I don't know what caused this, but enjoy this little weird story thing my brain vomited up for you. >.<