No magic. No creepy maniacal laughter. Maybe this really wasn’t some kind of crazy plot. Besides Mabel surely wouldn’t be caught dead in something so absolutely cute and— wait what.
"Mind me asking what you mean by ‘Gideon’s field’ cause I’m absolutely sure I’ve never seen him in a suit."
Man, if other Mabel had maniacal laughter she didn't want to meet her. Too tacky! Cute girls like her should have the villainous bubbly laughter, not some weird witch cackle.
"Whaaaat? Are you kidding me?! That's all the creepy little weirdo wears! Check it out!" Mabel's hand reaches into her sleeve, pulling out a newspaper image of her Gideon. "See?"











