Dipper never really won that stuffed animal, so how did Wendy get it? (The shots of her bedroom show the panda duck in the background). Is it a time anomaly? Well... No.

If there was anything more annoying then a girl with a pig, it was a boy with a mope. It was just plain disastrous. The fair was over and everything was packed up, and Dipper was still all sad and upset that Robbie V had "won" or something, Stan didn't really know he didn't "talk" to his nephew that often. But he could tell that something was wrong with the tween.

Not that he didn't hate Robbie V too. Everything about the little punk was annoying. Wendy was a punk too, but she deserved better.

And it wouldn't hurt to give Dipstick a chance...

Not that he had inherited any of his niece's matchmaking abilities. Not that he was a matchmaker who actually [shudder] shipped things. Would would Dipper and Wendy even be called?

NO. BAD STAN. NO THINKING IN SHIP NAMES. JUST GET THIS WHOLE MESS OVER WITH.

"Hey Dipstick! Get down here I have something you might want!" He yelled up to the attic where his nephew was moping and his niece was dressing up her pig. Ugh, a pig. It was hard enough dealing with two adorable tweenagers for the summer. An even more adorable swine would probably be the end of him. His nephew came down slumping and moping and looking like he hadn't combed his hair (he hadn't) and like the red shirt and vest combo was still a stylish and popular look (it wasn't).

"What? Another chore?" The insolent tween muttered.

"As great as that sounds and I'll totally take you up on that offer to do more chores later, you might want to give this to Wendy." Stan produced one of those weird panda duck things from behind his back.

"What? How? How'd you when that?!" Dipper gasped. Grunkle Stan laughed.

"Win? You think I've ever won anything? You think that that stupid bottle game is winnable? It's a hoax kid. No one one all day.The guy running it said he had to make it look like someone had won so they wouldn't close his little business down and so he gave me one of the extras. Here. Go sweep her off her feet or whatever." He kept laughing as the kid ran off with the panda duck. Sweep her off her feet? That was likely. Heh. He settled down in his recliner with a pit soda and tried not to laugh so hard that he choked.

Dipper was downright urgent as he knocked on Wendy's door.

"Wendy! Wendy!" She opened the door, her eye still a little swollen.

"Oh hey Dipper. Look, about yesterday, I'm not mad or anything..."

"Great, because I'm really sorry about that, but look!" He produced the stuffed animal from behind his back with slightly less grandeur than his Uncle had. Wendy's good eye grew wide.

"Wow thanks I love it! How'd you get it." Dipper smiled and pulled his lips zipped closed. Wendy laughed.

"Right, of course. Hey Robbie look Dipper got me a get well present!" Robbie came over and wrapped his arm around Wendy's waist.

"Cool, whatever." The skinny thug muttered.

"You want to come in? Robbie's just showing me some of his band's newest songs." Dipper blushed and studied the floor.

"No, that's okay, I need to, uh, help at the Shack."

"Right, of course. Thanks again, I really wanted one of these..." Dipper walked away in shame, not knowing how happy he'd actually made Wendy.

Just knowing that once again, Robbie V had won.

And that was that.