Mabel's POV
Dipper felt sick...
Really, really, really, really, really sick....
He sighed, but right away coughed..
"Slow down..." He was fragile..
"P-p-poison..." He said..
"What?!"
"Poison... It's killing...mmmmeeeeeeee--"
5 coughs struggled his breathing..
2 not-cat-like sneezes came from him..
No.. He was turning greener...
And greener...
And greener...
There has to be a way to fix this...
And for some reason I fell asleep...
"Yeah! He's dying!" Bill said? Was it Bill?
"Let him live!" Grunkle Stan?
"ONLY WITH A DEAL!!"
"No, Stanley! Let me!"
"No... You're smart..."
"Okay! Who's gonna make my deal?"
"I am!" The two Stan's yelled.
"Eenie, menie, miney, YOU!" Bill said, pointing at Stan.
"HEY! That's what I say!" Grunkle Stan said.
"It's a deal, or what?"
"A deal!"
They shook hands, and after a while, Grunkle Stan fell down. And I woke up..

I saw Dipper was turning to his natural shade...
Phew... But... What about Stan?