Mabel was playing with Waddles the pig, moving his feet around and trying to play patty-cake with him, also oinking for him to the tune of Baker's man. "Oink-oink-oink, oink-oink-oink, oink-oink man!" She giggled. Dipper was knee-deep in his mystery novel 'The Sibling Brothers and the case of the stolen jewels that-were-stolen-by-the-stolen-jewels-thief-of-stolen-jewels, and happily clicking his pen away. Stanford was counting that day's earnings, and addressing the money as if they were people.

"Why of course you count, Mr. Washington! You too, Lincoln!"

Wendy Corduroy slammed open the Mystery Shack door. An ecstatic look on her face. She threw the suitcase she was holding on the counter. "I QUIT! Hehe...I've always wanted to say that..." She exclaimed.

"Quit? You can't quit!" Stan huffed. Dipper and Mabel looked up. "Heh, actually I can. I'm moving to Italy! WHOO!" She danced around, much to Stan's dismay. Mabel jumped up.

"COOL! Your whole family's going?" Mabel was excited for her friend. To Dipper, the sentence cut like knives. He was at a loss for words.

"Yup!" Wendy cheered. She giggled and pointed towards them. "Later dorks! Gotta catch the plane!" She turned and headed out the door, suitcase in tow.

Stan was in disbelief, he even dropped the money he was counting. "Looks like you two need to start working double time!" Mabel looked at her brother.

"What's wrong Dipper? Is it the extra hours? Don't worry i'm sure we'll-" Dipper pointed with a shaky finger to where the girl of his dreams once stood and out the door, down to the airport. Mabel followed his gaze. "Ohhh..." She muttered, hugging her pig tighter, forcing an oink out of him. "I'm sorry, Dipper..." He stood up from the barrel and sulked up the stairs with a groan. Mabel's mood depressed, feeling terrible for Dipper. She turned to the pig that she adored so much. "What should I do, Waddles?" He stared up at her with a blank expression. He then blinked. Mabel gasped. "Waddles! You're a genius!" She chased Dipper up the stairs, her pig following after her.

Dipper lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Hey Dippy?" Mabel asked. He responded with a grunt. "Waddles had an idea!" She picked up Waddles under the armpits and held him proudly. He oinked and wiggled. "Who's a silly baby-wabey-piggy-wiggy-cutie-cupcake-sweetie-pie!?" She cuddled him. Dipper didn't acknowledge them at all. Mabel frowned. "You're making my piggy sad..." She put him down. "I know you never got to tell her your feelings, but you can have another chance with Waddles' idea!" Dipper looked towards them. "We can get on the next plane to France!" He raised an eyebrow.

"France? Why France?" He asked. Mabel rolled her eyes.

"Italy is in France that's why! Doy!" Dipper face-palmed.

"This is gonna be a loooooooong trip."

Mabel ran to Stan's room and ripped through his closet, finding bizarre clothing in it. Mabel tried to ignore the fact that there were high heels it it. when she recognized something. "Awww! He kept the ones I gave him for great uncle's day!"

She finally pulled out an overcoat. "This is perfect!" Waddles squealed with joy. She then reached for the heels. "I'll probably need these, Dipper is pretty short!" She went back to her and her brother's shared attic. "Dipper! Put on these high heels and let me stand on your shoulders!" She yelled.

"No! Not after last time!"

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