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Outdoor Adventure Time!, Tuesday, period 1

The class met up at the edge of the preserve again, this time, where Eliot and Parker waited, wearing white coveralls and safety goggles on their heads. The usual duffel bags of supplies were on the ground by their feet, and accompanied by several large buckets of what looked like balloons.

"Slightly different plan today," Eliot said, when it seemed like everyone was gathered. "We're sticking together as a group."

“If you don’t want to play, you can hide, but really, why would you want to?” Parker would never get that. “Everybody gets a set of coveralls, and goggles. The paint is biodegradable, but let’s not test what it does to your eyes.”

"It does wash outta your hair, though," Eliot said with a wink. "I promise."

What? Those folks with fancy hair had to stick together.

"We'll be hiking out to a clearing before we get started. There are four buckets of paint balloons here, with a few more already tucked away out there, so lots of chances to re-arm yourselves. I guess . . . technically if you come out clean by the end of class you won? But then you probably also didn't have any fun. We're not really plannin' to keep score."

“Grab a color, grab a cover, get ready, go!” Parker was holding a balloon with blue paint.

Yes, Eliot was going to be blue very very soon.

Yeah, he was getting that feeling.

"When we get to the clearing," Eliot said. "I see any balloons flying before then, I will be very put out."

Pbbbbbbttt.

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"Well, there's plenty more where that came from," Mabel declared, pelting more paint balloons at it.

... Where she was pulling them from at this point was anybody's best guess.

"Eat purple, yak-potato!"

Hey, Eliot had met the pony. At least Mabel mostly obeyed the laws of physics.

The alot let out sort a neutral meow kind of noise, turned three times in a circle, and sat down. It had successfully been transitioned from alot of aggression to alot of color.

Eliot continued to sit on it a little bit longer, just in case, but didn't seem intent on bucking him off anymore.

". . . Okay then."

Physics were absolutely a suggestion that Mabel was open to listening to, it was true!

Mabel tossed one more balloon at it for good measure. And then just sort of peered down at it from her perch in the tree.

"... Is it done throwing its tantrum now?"

It looked like it, but one could never be too certain with those giant sentient mop beasts.

"Maybe?" Eliot didn't really know much about alot of behavior, no. He slid down to the ground -- revealing a spot of the alot's natural brown where he'd been sitting -- and frowned at it. "Shoo."

The alot yawned in his face.

"Maybe you tired him out?"

Mabel pursed her lips for a moment, and then threw another balloon at the brown spot, just to see what would happen.

The alot looked up at her and huffed through its nose.

It was tired alot, too. Good guess!

Eliot put his hands on his hips. "Shoo," he tried again. Then kind of pushed against its side with his hands.

The alot sighed and lumbered back to its feet. And went over to Mabel's tree, sniffing the air and panting.

Mabel, meanwhile, was scooting her way down the tree trunk. It didn't seem like the alot was terribly dangerous now, after all, and if it did turn out to be some sort of clever yak-pug trap, it would be easy enough to climb back up the tree, anyway.

"Actually, I think he's kind of friendly now," Mabel offered, holding out one green hand (thanks for that, Dipper) for the creature to sniff. "Or at least too lazy to do any more charging."

She kind of wanted to keep it.

She should probably discuss that with her roommate, first.

"Hey, don't --" What, get too close? Like exactly what Eliot was doing and had been since he first spotted the damn thing?

The alot sniffed Mabel's hand. Then attempted to lick all the paint off of her with one long tongue swipe.

"Awww! Yes you can... eat... the paint?"

Actually, that was kind of disgusting, and left Mabel's bangs dripping wet and sticking up in weird directions.

Mabel had regrets, now.

For one soul-crushingly horrifying moment Eliot had been certain it was going to eat Mabel.

"Yeah, I'm thinkin' we should try to send this sucker packin'."

"We could throw a bunch of paint balloons out of the clearing," Mabel suggested, making her way over to Eliot in the hopes that maybe she could avoid a second licking. "If it likes the paint that much, maybe it will follow them?"

Don't worry, Mabel, if that alot went at you again, Eliot would take it down.

Or possibly end up riding it again.

He ran a blue hand through is purple hair. "Hell. It's worth a shot. You got any more on you?"

"I have..." Mabel gave her green and purple self a quick pat-down with one yellow hand and one blue one, and then surfaced with two more purple balloons and a pink one. "Three!"

... How? Didn't matter. Maybe if Mabel and Pinkie ever wound up in a room together they could commiserate over things like 'unlikely balloon storage space' and whatnot.

Commiserate, squeal enthusiastically, tomato, potato.

"Here, you throw two, I'll throw the third."

"Alright!" Mabel offered up balloon number three, and then grinned broadly. "Okay, paint buffalo! Eat this!"

And then she was launching those balloons off into the woods with all of her might.

Girl had a pretty impressive throwing arm.

Eliot's balloon was a second behind, mostly because he was nodding approvingly at that arm.

The alot . . . wasn't really very impressed. It set its head down on its paws and closed its eyes.

Eliot sighed. "It's not going anywhere, is it."

At least it wasn't charging any more.

"... Maybe we should have used more paint."

Ah well. Couldn't win them all, really.

"He'd be kind of cute if he wasn't all big and kind of smelly and trying to trample us all a few minutes ago, at least."

"It looks like someone hit a buffalo repeatedly in the face with an ugly stick."

Eliot, that wasn't very nice.

"Maybe, but he can't help that," Mabel pointed out. "And now he's being friendly. If kind of gross. Maybe he just wanted to play, too."

How this girl had survived to see fourteen years of age was anybody's best guess.

Yeah, Eliot was giving her a bit of side-eye for that one. "How long you been on the island?"

She must be new.

"Brand new this summer!"

So, yes.

"Yep, that makes sense."

C'mon, Eliot.

"Basically it's a fifty-fifty shot if anything here is about to kill you."

"Oh, I've been to places like that before," Mabel replied, waving one dismissive hand. "The gremlins here are way less vicious than the gremloblin back at Gravity Falls. And I haven't had a single forest creature propose to me since I got here. Though I guess the wildebeest-toupee kind of came close with that lick..."

". . . Propose?"

That was a new one on Eliot.

"Gnomes," Mabel explained. "Never, ever go on a date with somebody unless you know for a fact that they're not really secretly a well-dressed pile of gnomes."

Vampires were probably still okay, though.

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