"Hello Ms. Potatokins. You look nice today."

Mabel played with a baked potato which she drew a cheese face on. Another potato, also with a cheese face, was wearing a ham hat.

"Why thank you Mr. Potatobuns!" She voiced with a squeaky voice.

"Will you marry me Ms. Potatokins?" Mr. Potatobuns asked.

"Why yes!" Mabel smashed the potatoes together. "How romantic!" She squealed in her normal voice.

"Mabel I would rather not have you make my potato make out with yours." Dipper frowned and looked up from the newspaper,

"I ignore things that challenge me." Mabel returned to her potato people. "Next up: Part two! The marriage!"

Dipper sighed and got back to the news.

Stan walked into the room. "Whatcha reading there kid?" He stood behind Dipper. Suddenly he snatched the paper out of his hands. "Enter to win a free cruise?" He read aloud. "And win one thousand bucks? Kids we're going to enter this contest!"

Dipper held a ripped piece of the papers in his hand. "So the first thing you do when you start breakfast today is steal my paper and enter us into a contest? Are you sure we'll even win? Statistics say you're more likely to get hit by lightning than win a lottery. the only exception is this town, where you're more likely to be mugged by a vampire than get struck by lightning."

"Aw come on kids! All ya gotta do is send a song to them and the best one wins."

"We get to sing a song? Yes! I've always wanted to be a big superstar singer!" Mabel sat up immediately.

"Am I the only one thinking sense?" Dipper angrily snatched the newspaper back.

"Win! Win! Win! Win!" Mabel started chanting. Even Grunkle Stan joined in.

"ALRIGHT," Dipper's eye twitched. "I'll help you write a song!"

"Yes!" Both Mabel and Stan yelled.