Dipper was grinning, too. It was the cheerful grin of someone wimpy who just busted into a secret government lab to spring innocent people from the hands of evil scientists, and who had, for the first time in his life, successfully intimidated the crap out of someone.

Someones, even! Plural!

Unfortunately, that meant that his grin wasn't that different than earlier, even if his tone of voice was now more natural.

"Mabel, please tell me you're not flirting with them. That is, like, the last thing they want to deal with right now, from anyone," Dipper said, running over to where Raph was strapped to the table. "Seriously, though, did you see their faces when we did the teleporty thing? Oh man that was great."

He unshackled Raphael's neck and then his hands.

"Don't worry, you two, we'll have you guys out of here in a second," he reassured him as he worked. "Then we'll take you somewhere s -"

He didn't get to say "safe" because Raphael's torso was free and that meant the first thing he'd done was turn and punch him right in the face.

"Oooooow!" he said, as he flew back, landing on his butt on the floor, holding his nose as he started bleeding. "And now I'm bleeding. Bleeding on my vest. Yep."