What if things had not gone according to plan at the diner? Spoilers for "The Love God." All characters belong to Alex Hirsch, not me.
Chapter 1 - Fry Kids
Robbie took a closer look at the portion of chili fries in front of him. "Pink stuff? It must be some sort of mold. This is a new low for Greasy's Diner. I'm out of here."
"Me too," said Tambry, getting up from her seat and continuing her status update on her phone.
"Wait!" Mabel yelled, running out from behind the counter. "Please try them, just a nibble. I promise they will make you feel a lot better."
"So it was you who dumped the pink junk on my food!" said Robbie. "Trying to make it all cute for the blind date you set up, I guess. I should have known not to trust a Pine."
"Sorry Mabel, it's just not going to work," said Tambry. "Robbie and I are so not happening."
Mabel looked down at the floor, discouraged by the failure of her matchmaking attempt. Even with the help of a potion from a Love God...
"I will partake of your fry concoction, Mabel," said a familiar voice.
"Me too," said another, deeper voice.
Mabel looked up and saw that Candy and Grenda had entered the diner while she was preoccupied.
Candy speared a fry on a fork-finger and took a big bite. Grenda glommed a handful and stuffed them into her mouth.
"Wait!" cried Mabel, but was too late. Both of her friends looked at each other with new eyes.
"Grenda, do you wish to spend some time with me?" asked Candy.
"Yeah, Candy. I do," said Grenda.
"A sleepover at my home, perhaps?" asked Candy.
"Hey friends, I'd like a sleepover, too," said Mabel. "M-may I join you?"
"Sorry, Mabel," said Grenda. "Candy and I need private time, just the two of us."
They left the diner hand in hand. Mabel watched them go in dismay.
"Now what will I do?" she thought. "The Love God has some kind of Anti-Love potion too. Maybe I can get that. But first, I have to dispose of the rest of the fries before they do any more damage."
She picked up the paper container of chili fries to take it to the trash can , but on the way there she noticed some of the pink potion had gotten on her hand.
"Oh-oh," she thought. "This stuff doesn't have to be eaten; it works on contact. If I got it just on a fingertip I would be safe, but... I'd better try to get home with my eyes shut or the next person I see..."
Still carrying the potion-laden fries, she slipped out of the door of the diner and tried to blindly make her way back to the Mystery Shack.
She bumped into someone on the street.
"Hey you, you got your messy commoner food on me," said a familiar voice. "Just because I tried shar-ing with you after our golf game doesn't mean I... Actually, I think I really would like to shar with you again after all. May I?"
With a heart suddenly full of hope and joy, Mabel opened her eyes and wordlessly offered the fries to Pacifica Northwest.