Girls' Night

Prologue:

"How did this happen?" Dipper groaned, as he fell on the comfort of his bed to escape the pain, while his sister skipped around behind him, in the midst of an ecstatic victory dance.

But Dipper knew full well how it happened. It was early that morning, and already Mabel was up and about, organizing and preparing for something, until it finally peaked Dipper's interest.

He confronted her in their room. "Okay, what's up?"

"Come on, Dipper! Don't you know its Girls' Night?"

Dipper grumbled in agony at the announcement. "Does this need to be every week?"

"Does a puppy need petting?" she asked philosophically.

"No. No it doesn't," Dipper confirmed.

"Come on Dip, you should join in sometimes! It'd be great!"

Dipper chortled. "No, what would be great is if I don't have to clean out the mess you guys make every night."

Mabel gave a conspiratorial hush, and a look of brashness. "Alright, Dip. Let's have a little bet." She grabbed a nearby ball of yarn from beside her bed. "I bet with just a ball of yarn, I can drop an egg while I'm on the window, and it won't break. If it breaks, and you win, no Girls' Night at the Shack tonight. If I win,you have to join in. You game?"

Dipper laughed. "You think some yarn could stop an egg from getting broken from the window? I'll take that bet!"

They made the handshake that sealed the deal, both staring at each other with cunning superiority. Later that day, Dipper stood confidently by their window, awaiting his sister's entrance. She entered with the egg wrapped in only a small lining of yarn, yet still attached to the ball.

Dipper snorted. "You think that's gonna protect the egg?"

Mabel smiled but said nothing, as she opened the window. Dipper started to laugh in anticipation at how this would go. He almost felt bad for Mabel having acted so foolishly, but the sweet release of no Girls' Night was a liberating idea. He waited for her to drop it, but instead, she took the ball, and then slowly lengthened the thread that connected the egg with the ball. Dipper realized to his horror she was gently lowering the egg to the ground by increasing the thread length.

"Hey! That's not what we agreed!" he complained.

"What?" Mabel said slyly. "We agreed! I'd drop it while I was on the window! Didn't say how far it'd drop, did I?"

Dipper screamed internally, as the egg was met with a devastating half-inch plunge. A few seconds later came the voice of Stan. "Hey! Who left a perfectly good egg out here?"

Dipper knew he'd been completely outfoxed. He was really bad at making deals, it seemed; he should probably refrain from these things in future. The memories were already cringe-inducing as he lay back on his bed, and his sister's victory dance grated him.

"Dip, come on!" Mabel pushed him. "You've gotta get ready!"

Dipper looked up in confusion. "Ready? Ready how?"

"Duh! It's Girls' Night. You've got to at least dress up!"

He suspiciously looked around. "I'm not on Ker-pranked, am I?"

"No, you scallywag! But you have to dress-up!"

"Oh no!" declared Dipper defiantly. "I don't care what you say, there is absolutely no way in a million years that I will ever dress up like a girl for your slumber party! Not now, not ever! Absolutely, positively, no way in heck!"

ONE HOUR LATER

"See? Told you I wouldn't," said Dipper, reading the Journal nonchalantly on his bed.

Mabel stood beside him, already in her pajamas in anticipation for the night ahead, and slightly downcast at his resistance. However, she was not willing to give in. "Come on, bro! You'd love it!"

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Sure, and I bet they'll make new Star Wars movies too." He smirked at the patent absurdity of his own statement.

Mabel sighed, and began to turn around, before she stopped, alight with a Eureka moment; a much more devious one than the old Greek's. Her eyes morphed to a wicked glint, and a diabolical smile. Reversing her direction, she walked up to her brother with an ingratiating look, hands behind her back. Standing just beside him, she smirked.

"Okay Dip, how's this for size? If you don't dress up for Girl's Night, I'll tell Wendy about your internet history."

An Arctic chill swept up Dipper's spine. His pupils dilated, and the grip on the Journal softened. Already his skin was paler, and sweatier. Without looking, he stammered, "Wait…what did-"

"Oh yeah!" Mabel leered cunningly. "I know all about it…"

Dipper began to shake. "I-I…"

"…You're into Anime? What, those Chinese cartoons?" she asked in a scandalized tone.

Dipper felt a weight lift off his shoulder that would liberate Atlas. He fell back on his bed in relief, smiling thankfully. "What, Anime? Yeah!" he nodded awkwardly. "That's…super weird, huh?"

Mabel laughed. "Oh yeah, and all that stuff about Redheads…"

Dipper leapt off the bed in primal fear, gasping in terror, and looking around in case there were any witnesses to his shame. He walked close to his sister, to keep his words quiet, and stop others overhearing.

"Mabel!" he said in the loudest tone one could use while still technically a whisper, "You can't do that! It's an invasion of privacy!"

She raised a crafty eyebrow, and leaned in towards him, grinning wildly, elbowing jovially. "More like those videos were an invasion of privacy, am I right?"

Dipper saw his whole life flash before his eyes, including those videos, but that wasn't really a good time. He was left speechless and without a plan. He felt that if Wendy knew about those videos, she would probably put a restraining order on him, and that would be inconvenient for a number of reasons. At this point, there was absolutely nothing that didn't involve some unpleasant deed; he could try praying, but knowing his luck, the Big Guy was probably just laughing his butt off, if he wasn't grossed out about what he was watching online. His options narrowing, he gritted his teeth in fury, and relented.

"Alright! Fine! I'll do your stupid dress-up!"

He was cut off by a hug from his sister; he didn't hug back. Mabel released him, and ran back to collect the outfit he would need, with an infectious passion that would have charmed anyone on Earth except Dipper at that particular moment. He sat down on his bed, and looked at his watch. It was all going to kick off in around half an hour, Seven O'Clock, and last well into the night. The worst thing was that bedtime scheduling was annulled for Girl's Night, and it could potentially go on all night, or into the morning. What if it never stopped? Still, he at least tried to look on the bright side, and hey, maybe the gear wouldn't be so embarrassing…

"My Shooting-Star sweater!" Mabel gasped. "It's perfect!"

Dipper collapsed back onto his bed in pain and dread, though he had one last thing to say. "…And they're Japanese Cartoons, thank you very much!"

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