I decided to actually do justice to this story and redo everything and plan it out. Hopefully this goes a lot better than the last time.

The Magic of Wooing Dipper Pines

Ace of Hearts

"Come on, Dipper," Mabel pleaded as she gave her twin her best begging face as she held out the flyer in her hands.

Dipper rolled his eyes. "No, Mabel. I'm not going to that stupid magic show!" They haven't even been back in Gravity Falls for more than a few hours before Mabel was trying to convince him to go off somewhere with her and her friends. It was a long drive and he just wanted to sleep.

He walked past her and over to his bed where his still unpacked bag laid on top of. Grabbing the bag, he tossed it to the floor before falling back onto the well-used mattress. He groaned as he sunk into the plushness, nearly drowning himself in the smell of dust and the scent of pine trees. It was good to be back.

"But Dipper," Mabel whined as she plopped down on his bed and rolled around beside him, purposely bumping into him forcefully enough to make him rock. "It's a magic show! You like magic!"

He sighed loudly and pushed his sister off the bed, chuckling when she yelped as she hit the ground. "Yeah, I like magic, REAL magic. This is just some conman doing a bunch of parlor tricks." He took the flyer from Mabel's grasp. His eyes scanned over the gold font on black paper. The words 'Magic Show' looked like it was written in quill at the bottom of the page, nearly taking a third of the space. At the top were a pair of gloved hands forming a triangle with a card floating in the gap. Dipper rolled his eyes again and turned over the page where it told where it was, time, admission price, and 18+.

"So that's why you want to go, it's only for adults," Dipper commented. His sister looked away and chuckled weakly. "Just because we're old enough, doesn't mean we have to go."

"It's not the only reason," Mabel mumbled, still lying on the floor. "I haven't seen Grenda or Candy for since last summer! I thought it would be a great way to start out the summer…it is our last summer before we head off to college…and I really need a pick-me-up after Waddles…" She knew exactly how to play her cards.

Pushing the guilt back, Dipper rolled away from her and onto his side. "Can't we do it, like tomorrow or something?" he grumbled, knowing he'll inevitably give in. He knew the news of Waddles disappearing a few weeks ago still hurt and only became more of a reality since they got back to town, but it was weeks ago when she heard.

"But it's only for tonight!" Mabel yelled, suddenly closer. By closer, he meant right in his ear. She nudged her brother before falling over him. "You can even tell me all the ways the magician is a fraud and I won't complain." When Dipper started to smile, Mabel let out a laugh and poked his cheek. "You know you want too," she sang as she continued to poke him.

He smacked her sister's hand away playfully. "Fine," he groaned, but it didn't stop the smile pulling at his lips.

Mabel jumped off of him, grinning brightly. "I got to get ready," she gasped as she grabbed her things and ran out of the room. "I'm glad you're coming!" she yelled from the hall.

"I'm only going to prove that the show will be stupid!" Dipper yelled after his sister. He snuggled back into the comforts of his bed, hoping that he could at least get an hour or two of sleep before they left.

"Yeah, yeah!" Mabel yelled back. "Oh! Wendy might be coming!"

Dipper's eyes shot open as his heart thundered in excitement in his chest. Wendy. It had been a while since he last saw her. Rolling to the side of his bed with a grin, he reached down and picked up the flyer off the floor. The show didn't start for another two hours. That was enough time for a shower.

Magic

Dipper eyed himself in the mirror as he fixed his hair over his forehead, covering up his birthmark perfectly. He was forgoing his hat and even his vest for a nice dark blue overcoat, burnt orange shirt, and dark gray jeans. "Is Wendy really coming?" Dipper called out to his sister. It wouldn't be the first time Mabel lied about them meeting up with Wendy to get him dressed up.

He wasn't going to lie. Wendy is the reason he was dressing up. A small, stupid part of him still had bit of a crush on her. He knew nothing would come of it, but it's nice to have her check him out every so often.

"I told you-" Mabel started as she walked into the bathroom and gasped. "Dipper! You look so handsome!" She jumped up and down in her heels, giggling. She stopped and gave Dipper a knowing grin. "So, what's got you all dressed up?"

His cheeks heated as he gave her a glare through the mirror. "I-I just felt like dressing up," he said, cursing himself for stuttering.

"Yeah," Mabel laughed out with a knowing look. She turned out of the room, snickering down the hallway, much to her brother's annoyance. Dipper let out a sigh as he checked his reflection again. "Oh, Dipper! Wendy can't make it tonight!"

"Oh come on!" Dipper yelled exasperated. He shoved his hands into his pant pockets and left the bathroom. He pouted his way up the stairs to the attic. His hat was lying on the bed where he left it. Not having anything to dress up for, he picked up the hat, intending to put it on.

Before he could even put it on, a hand reached around him at took the hat. "Yoink!" Mabel said jumped away with the hat in toe.

"Mabel!" Dipper shouted as he glared at his sister.

"Nope. No hat. You are not messing this up," she said as she gestured to him. "It's not often that I get to see you dressed up."

Dipper rolled his eyes and reached for the hat and Mabel jumped back. He tried again and Mabel was still able to keep it out of his reach. He may be taller than her now, but it didn't help him much when it came to her. She was quicker. "Fine," Dipper grunted. It seemed that she was going to keep getting her way tonight.

"Good," Mabel said triumphantly as she walked over to her bed and pulled out the chest at the end of her bed. Before Dipper could even think to stop her, she threw the hat inside and locked the chest. She turned back to him, not even paying any mind to Dipper's shocked face as she brushed out her clothes. "Let's get going. I'm driving!" she exclaimed with their keys swinging on her finger triumphantly.

"Yoink," Dipper said tauntingly as he swiped the keys off her finger before running out the room. He held back his laughter until his sister's outraged screaming of his name met his ears. She met him outside with her lip sticking out as she slid into the passenger seat.

Mabel didn't pout for long. The moment they picked up Candy and Grenda she was talking animatedly with the two. He wasn't sure what they were talking about, he started to zone out when they started to talk about their summer plans, but it sounded like Pacifica was going to meet them there at the show, which was fine. Though, he'd rather have Wendy show up. At least then he'd have someone to talk to.

The show was in basement of the town's bookstore in the center of town. When Dipper pulled up on the street, he was surprised to see so many cars parked along the road. "Wow…" he whispered. He was surprised that someone even heard him.

"Yes," Candy started. "He is very popular. This is his fifth show! I've been to every one of them," she giggled as she pushed her cat-eye glasses.

"He's hot!" Grenda commented in her still particularly deep voice. This caused the girls to giggle, Dipper could only groan. If this is their reason for coming to the show, it was going to be a long night.

He pulled into an empty parking spot, surprisingly near the front. They got and before they even reached the front door of the building, Pacific met up with them, commenting on how he and Mabel looked somewhat presentable enough to be around her. That was probably a compliment. Mabel latched onto Pacifica's arm, rapidly telling her about the things they had to do this summer.

Showing their IDs and paying their way, the group walked to the back of the store and down a set of stairs that were dimly lit. Once they passed through the set of doors at the end of the stairs, they entered a large room filled with people chattering. There were tables placed all around a brightly lit stage with large, drawn red curtains. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any open tables left.

Dipper stood up on his toes as he looked for a table. "Do you guys see any-"

"Over there!" Mabel said overly excited as she pulled them to a completely empty table with five seats that somehow he missed. It was kind of huge and close up toward the stage. How did he miss that? Maybe Grunkle Stan was right about him getting glasses.

He took a seat at the far side of the round table, letting the girl sit together. They chatted excitedly, well, actually Mabel, Candy, and Grenda chatted with mildly rude comments from Pacifica every few minutes. Dipper silently listened, snorting at Pacifica's dry humor. It wasn't until the roar of people talking dwindled down to whisper that he turned his attention to the stage.

Dipper turned in his seat just as the curtains dragged across the stage, opening to a sharply dressed man with an extremely tall black top hat and a gold can held by black gloved hands. The tall, lanky man moved the cane slowly to his side before he stepped forward. His dark shoes clicked across the wood flooring as he walked up to the audience. The clicking echoed in Dipper's ears hypnotically as his eyes traveled over the well-dressed man. He wore a fitted double-breasted, twin tailed gold jacket with dark golden embroidery across the bottom in the pattern of bricks. The man's legs were clad in black dress pants that hugged to his legs with every step. When the man stopped near the edge of the stage, Dipper's eyes automatically rose, taking notice of the black bowtie that was neatly tucked in a white collared shirt, but his eyes rested on the man's face. It was sharply edged by the man's cheek bone and a narrow jawline, dusted with golden hairs. Wisps of gold hair brushed against the color of his shirt, while the rest of it looked like it was neatly gelled back under his hat. Dipper caught the man's cerulean eye, quickly noting that the other was hidden under a dark eye patch. The man's eye sparked with something before crinkling up as he gave a smile filled with mirth.

The man blinked slowly before looking away. Dipper didn't even realize he wasn't breathing until the man looked away from him. Feeling his heart race in his chest, Dipper sat back in his chair as he tried figure out what it is about this man that set every one of his nerves on fire. Something wasn't right about this 'magician'. He'd probably have to read over the journals again. There was something familiar about the man that just didn't sit right with him.

"Welcome," came the man's voice. It was surprisingly higher pitched than what Dipper expected, but he kind of liked it. The man's voice filled the room nicely to where it sounded like he was speaking directly toward you. The magician leaned over his cane and with his hand over his eyes, he peered out into the audience. "I see a few new people out there!" he continued. His eye came to Dipper's table, pausing slightly on Mabel before stopping fully on him again. Dipper stared back and the man grinned impossibly more before blinking slowly again. What did that mean? Was he winking?

Dipper stared at the man, confused, and in return the magician wiggled his eyebrows suggestively with a chuckle. Heat pooled on Dipper's cheeks and the man straightened, not breaking eye contact with Dipper. "I think tonight's going to be fun," the man said slowly before finally looking away.

Okay. This guy was pretty impressive, Grunkle Stan impressive. He knew exactly how to pull in the audience attention, but that didn't mean Dipper was going to be fooled into liking this guy just because he is good looking and was charismatic. He probably has stupid magic tricks anyways.

"Now, for the few that don't know me, my stage name is William," the man said. He looked around the room with a smile still set firmly in place. "I go by other names, some of you may have heard of them. Magic man, the magnificent William, the great and powerful dickwad, hey you," as the names rolled off his tongue, he easily gain resonating laughter from the audience. "Hopefully to someone here, I'm the man of their dreams," he teased as he rocked his shoulders while looking down at a young woman in the front row. The lady laughed behind her hand, waving him off.

The man laughed as he leaned toward the woman and her companion and jousted his thumb over in Dipper's direction. "I doubt I'm the man of her dream, but I am certain that the pretty little brunette in the sweater dress will probably know my real name before the end of the night," he 'whispered' suggestively, causing another round of laughter.

Dipper instantly stiffened at his words and glared harshly at him

"Oh you scallywag," Mabel giggled, being the pretty brunette in the sweater dress.

"Oo, looks like I made the boyfriend mad," William teased, causing another round of laughter which Mabel and Dipper quickly yelled 'I'm her brother/He's my brother' over the noise.

Dipper grumbled as he slouched back into his seat with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Any liking toward that man vanished at that point. He scrutinized William as he crossed the stage, now finally getting to the show apparently. He started out with a few slight-of-hand tricks with cards, doves, and an audience member's gold watch. The magician even did a cheesy sawing a person in half trick with a very enthusiastic audience member. Why did they even come to this show? He could find much better things in the shack!

"Come on, Dips, this is fun," his sister whispered in his ear.

"It's not even real," Dipper murmured back, but he did straighten more for his sister's sake.

"You don't know that," Mabel replied. Dipper was lacking in his usual comments when it came to magic shows. By now, he'd be telling Mabel every little thing the magician got wrong or how he did it, but he hasn't said a word. Maybe it was because Dipper was too busy glaring at the man, or it could be that it was hard to see exactly how William pulled off the trick.

"And for my next trick, I need a member from the audience," William said as he scanned the people who quickly raised their arms. One of which was Mabel, who was practically standing in her chair, much to Dipper's and even Pacifica's annoyance.

"Ah, you there. Pretty sweater girl," William called out with that grin still in place. Dipper doubted it dropped for even a second tonight. It was off putting.

Mabel gave a squeal as she ran to the stage. William held out his hand and helped her onto the stage.

"Now, what is your name, if I may ask," William started.

"Mabel," she said cutely as she grinned at the audience, waving at their table.

"Well, Mabel. I'm going to give you something tonight." He walked over to a table with a black cloth covering it. His gloved hands ran over the fabric, straightening it out. "It will be something that you have been wanting for even before came to this town."

Mabel gasped, she glanced at Dipper who had also stiffened. "How'd you know I'm not from here?" she questioned with forced glee as she tried to keep the wariness from her voice, but it was clear by her eyes that she didn't like the man's assumption.

"You seem like someone that would have come to my opening show, age restriction be damned," William replied easily. Mabel let out a giggle as she visibly relaxed. Dipper relaxed a bit as well, but kept a closer eye on the man. This William could read people, even if just a bit. "Now, I want you to think hard on something, anything you've been wanting lately. It is the only way the magic will be able to work properly."

Mabel grinned and nodded. "Okay."

Dipper smirked. He knew what she was thinking. Sparkles. This was the only town where she could get industrial sized containers of sparkles. She hadn't been able to get her supply yet. This William won't be able to ever guess that.

"I want you to count down from three and when you get to one, yell out what you wanted," William directed with his hands grasping the cloth that covered a square table a few feet away. It only came up to his knees.

"Okay! Three!"

Dipper's view was blocked but a large man in front of him.

"Two!"

Dipper tried to move around the man, but the guy kept blocking the view.

"One! Sparkles!"

The man moved just in time for Dipper to see William pull back the cloth, but he still couldn't see the entire stage because of the man in front was still blocking part of it.

Mabel gasped with her hands covering her mouth. Her eyes stared widely in what Dipper quickly mistook for horror. "Mabel?" Dipper called out worriedly.

"Sparkles? I could have sworn you'd say pig," William sighed. Frowning for the first time that night.

Dipper stood up to see a pig on stage and not just any pig. "Waddles!" his sister cried as she ran over to the pig. Her knees banged against the hard floor as she pulled the pig into a tight hug. William smiled down at the two. He took off his hat, showing off his slicked back hair, and held the hat above them. Softly tapping the top of it with his finger, a cloud of glitter fell on the two.

Flicking his wrist, the hat rolled back up his arm before he used his shoulder to bounce it neatly onto his head. "It seems you get two for the price of one, kid," William said as Mabel sobbed out a giggle.

"Thank you," she whispered as she refused to let go of her pig.

Dipper couldn't believe it. He dropped in his chair as he tried to figure out what just happened. It couldn't be real. There had to be something. This man probably just knew them and kidnapped Waddles before they came to town, knowing they would come to his magic show so he could con everyone. Okay, even in his own head that sounded farfetched. Why would anyone do that anyways? What was this man up to?

He was jousted out of his thoughts when a sniffling Mabel sat down beside him. She was still holding her pig, glitter falling off of her in piles. That was going to be a pain to clean out of the car.

"That man has to be magic," Mabel whispered as she snuggled into Waddles' back. The pig snorted back as he rubbed his snout against her cheek.

Dipper didn't have the heart to disagree, but he didn't agree either. He just stayed silent as he stared back up at the stage. William was back up at the front of the stage, doing another card trick. What was this man's game?

It was starting to get late and the show was about to end at any moment. The magician hadn't done anything as extreme as what he did with Mabel earlier. The possible ideal of what the man had planned for his finale put Dipper on the edge of his seat. His fingers drummed across the tabletop impatiently as William finished another sleight of hand trick.

"Now, before we end the night, I have one more trick." Several people leaned forward in their seats. They all looked like they knew what was coming. The man held up his hands, forming a triangle over his eye as he gazed out onto the audience. "A volunteer? Preferably someone who doesn't mind a few of their secrets found out."

A few arms rose, not as many as before, surprisingly. Dipper glanced at Candy and she mouthed 'Mindscape time'. For some reason that sounded familiar…

"Oo! Oo! Pick my brother!" Mabel suddenly yelled as she pointed at Dipper, once again knocking him from his thoughts.

"Mabel, what are you doing?" Dipper hissed.

Mabel just grinned at her brother's glare. "You still have your doubts, I want you to feel it."

William grinned. "Well, you know what? I can't seem to say no to you, Star. Come on up here, kid," he said as he gestured to Dipper.

Dipper grumbled, but stood up anyways. He made his way through the tables and up on the stage with the clapping from the audience. He tried to give the man a blank face, but that grin was making it hard for him not to glare.

"Now," William started as he faced Dipper. "Try to stay relaxed and don't freak out and over think this."

Dipper forced himself not to roll his eyes. "Yeah, sure," he sighed.

"Let's start with your name," William grinned. Before Dipper could tell him his name, William was already circling him. His eye trailed over him, studying him. Dipper shifted awkwardly as he tried not to rub off the goose bumps that rose on his arms. He tried to focus his attention on anything other than the other's invasive eye, but it was easier said than done. The man towered over him, making him feel that much more under his gaze. "Your name is somewhere on your person," William muttered as he rubbed the scruff on his chin.

Dipper couldn't keep himself from rolling his eyes. "Really? Well, I do have my wallet on me," he said with faked awe.

"No you don't," William replied quickly, holding up Dipper's brown leather wallet.

"How did you…?" Dipper murmured before glaring angrily and snatching the wallet out of the other man's hands.

"Your wallet doesn't have the name I'm searching for," William continued as if Dipper's anger didn't bother him in the slightest. William peered at Dipper as he leaned down to his height, only a foot away from him. His eye traveled over his face, taking in every inch of it. Dipper subconsciously stepped back, William quickly followed as his eye locked on Dipper's forehead. "Right there," he said as he poked directly where Dipper's birthmark was.

Dipper's jaw dropped slightly. "W-wha…"

"OH MY GOSH!" Mabel yelled from the audience. "THAT IS AMAZING!"

William grinned slowly. "I'm right?" it wasn't really a question. "Not exactly your name, but it is something you go by like it is your name," he commented with a shrug.

William stood back and the audience applauded, but it was all a dull noise as Dipper fingered the hair that covered his forehead. The man may not of have said his name, but he knew. He knew where it was. And as far as Dipper was concerned, it was his name.

"We still have a few minutes, let's see what else we can do," William announced. He pulled off his hat and held it out to Dipper. "Reach in the hat and pull something out."

Dipper glanced at the hat and up to William's face. The man just gave his toothy grin as he waited with the hat held out. Hesitantly, Dipper reached in. He had to stick almost his entire arm, which should be impossible, into the hat before finally meeting with something. There were a few things at the bottom of the hat. A few blocks, cards, paper…a ball of something squishy. Dipper grasped one of the cards and pulled it out.

Before he could even get a good look at it, the magician took the card from him and looked over it. For the second time that night, the man's smile dropped. "I don't like this one, pick another," William demanded as he held the hat back out.

Dipper's jaw nearly dropped in shock. "What? No!" he said as he crossed his arms defiantly. "I did what you told me to, you have to deal with it."

The man actually glared at Dipper as he put his hat back on. He held out the card Dipper drew and showed it to the audience. "The lovers!" William announced, his smile back, but it lacked the blinding brightness that it used to hold. "I'm not much of a tarot reader, I prefer my glass orb, but I have to deal with what I'm dealt." A few snickers came from the audience. With a flick of his wrist, the man tossed the card back at Dipper who fumbled to catch it.

"Now, my tarot cards are not like many tarot card readers' decks. The longer a person holds it, the more likely it is to read into the person, showing an image on its surface dealing with the mean of the card," William announced.

Unease edged at Dippers thoughts as he glanced down at the card just as a familiar silhouette appeared.

"In this case we have the lovers."

He gaped at the image.

"Traditionally, the Lovers card represent relationships and choices. Maybe a choice about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners," William explained. "This card, though, will show what lies in the holder's heart."

His cheeks flushed red at the image on the card. No, no, no, no. This can't be happening.

"Who holds their thoughts."

CHANGE! Change you stupid image! Dipper's mind screamed at he clutched the card tightly. He didn't know why that had to appear, but it wasn't right.

William turned from the audience and started to walk back to Dipper. "Who the holder would or already does consider a lover," he continued.

He begged the image to change. Anyone but that. His mind raced as he tried desperately to change the picture.

Just as the image flickered, William took the card back, looking at it with a strained smile. "Does anyone know a redhead?" he called out.

Dipper nearly sagged in relief.

"Pretty girl," William commented as he handed the card back.

Dipper looked down at the card to see Wendy's smiling face staring back. He'd never been so happy to see that. But now there was a new problem. He glanced to his sister to see her staring back with a small frown, holding Waddles tightly to herself. He quickly looked away, back to William. "Yeah, well, are we done here?" he voiced.

William turned his head sharply to him with almost a cruel smile. "Not quite yet, we still have to solve the mystery girl."

It wasn't really a mystery. Nearly everyone in town knew he had a crush on Wendy when he was younger, but the thought of voicing it still made Dipper nervous. "How about no?" he said weakly as he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

"Who is she to you?" William started. "Your lover?"

"WHAT?" Dipper squeaked as his cheeks turned dark red.

"Or maybe someone you long for?" His eye was locked on Dipper as he stalked toward him with his hands folded behind his back.

"What does any of that have to do with this?" Dipper nearly shouted as he looked away from William's intense stare and toward the back of the stage. He passingly wondered how long he'd be teased if he ran away now.

"It doesn't," William answered simply. "It's for my own personal knowledge, but since time is running out, I guess I'll just go ahead and tell the audience that it is Ms. W-"

In a blind panic, Dipper covered the other man's mouth with his hands. "Don't you dare," Dipper hissed through his teeth. He could feel William smile underneath his hands before a something large and wet ran against them. Pulling his hands back in disgust, Dipper wiped his hands on his pants with a grimace. "Gross," he grumbled as the audience laughed. William was laughing along with them, even brushing away an imaginary tear from his eye.

Just as he was about to turn away in a hug, an arm wrapped around Dipper's shoulders and pulled him against William's side. "That's all for tonight! A round of applause for my beautiful assistant!" he yelled as he gestured teasingly at Dipper. He tried to pull away from the man, but he was surprisingly stronger than he looked. He kept Dipper pressed up against his side easily.

The stage darkened as the curtains were drawn with Dipper still stuck on the stage with William. Once the curtains closed fully, William didn't release him, but instead his grip on his shoulder tightened. "Still have a crush on Red, do ya?" he taunted with a small smirk.

Dipper shoved the magician away and glared at the man. "Dude, what's your problem?"

William stared at him blankly for a moment before smiling widely. Well, it was more like baring his teeth, but Dipper was hoping that it was a smile. "You look different," he commented, easily changing the subject.

"Look different? We don't even know each other. How would I look different to you?" Dipper sputtered out as William stepped closer.

"There's where you're wrong, kid," the man stated as he stared at the top of Dipper's head. Realization flashed in his eye before he took off his hat and reached into the dark hole. Dipper gaped as William pulled out a beat up white and blue trucker cap. William slipped it on Dipper's head with a small smile. "That's more like it," he whispered more to himself than to Dipper.

Dipper pulled off the hat, keeping his eyes on Bill. "How did you…?" He didn't even have to look at it to know it was his hat. The same one that Mabel had locked in her trunk.

William's eye crinkled in mirth. He opened his mouth, probably to answer, but as he glanced at the curtain he stepped back. "Another time, Pine Tree," William said before slipping away into the darkened part of the stage.

Fingering his hat, Dipper stared off to where William left in confusion. "Pine tree?" he mumbled as the familiar nickname ran over his tongue. "Why would he…Bill…BILL?!" Air rushed out of him. He nearly ran to where William Bill disappeared when the curtain was pushed open and the bright light momentarily blinded him.

"Hey, bro-bro! Ready to go or do you want a few more minutes with your new boyfriend?" Mabel giggled from the opening. Waddles snorted at her feet as he walked over to Dipper.

Dipper's eyes went over the now partially lit stage in hopes of seeing the magician. Groaning in frustration, he turned to Mabel and grasped her by her shoulders, shaking her slightly. "Bill. That was BILL, Mabel," he exhaled.

"Bill?" Mabel mumbled as she squinted her eyes at Dipper. "Snazzy Dorito man?"

Dipper nodded vigorously before letting her go and pacing the floor. "He's back."

"Waaahaaat?" Mabel dragged out. Even though she did it comically, there was deep worry set in her dark eyes.

Dipper ran his fingers through his hair, digging his tips into his scalp. "I can't believe it! I should have known," he muttered to himself as he started to pace. There was a freaking triangle on the flyer!

"You know what this means?" Mabel breathed.

Dipper paused and looked at his sister worriedly. "What?" The end of the world? The worst summer ever? That Mabel was right about it being real magic?

"He was right about me knowing his name before the end of the night!"

There was an audible sound of Dipper smacking his own forehead.