As the titles implies, this work is very loosely based off the musical and film, Little Shop of Horrors. If you haven't seen either though, that's honestly no problem, and not at all a prerequisite in order to read this story. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls


"...The ball comes his way...he takes the swing, and...BOOM! Ohhhhh, and the crowd starts going wild!" The boy whooped after swinging the bat and sending the large beach ball flying halfway across the yard with a fierce strike.

Before it could hit the ground, Dipper's near-double wound up with her tennis racket and sent it soaring right back into the air with a mighty swing and a cheer. "Oh, but what's this? Mabel 'the Magnificent' Pines stuns the fans with another amazing save! Hear them cheer her name! Ma-bel! Ma-bel! Ma-bel!"

"We're not done here yet!" Her twin brother laughed as he made a mad dash to catch the descending ball, and yet again it went rocketing far above their heads.

"Yeah, we're only done when you get your butt beat!" Mabel giggled, blowing a wet raspberry at him before delivering another hefty whack to the battered ball.

The two continued on like so, hurling playful taunts back and forth as they battled it out in another intense round of Pine Ball, their sport of choice. The rules were quite straightforward; keep the ball up and off the ground, and if anyone failed to do this, then the other player earned a point. Considering, that whoever valiantly strove their way to one whole point was the winner, their matches could be quite the miniature epics, or at least that's how the sibling duo preferred to view it.

"What's going on now?" Dipper cupped a hand to his ear after another successful hit. "Now the crowd is rooting for 'Dashing' Dipper Pines! The tides are turning here at the stadium!"

"They're shouting for him, all right!" Mabel shot back. "The whole stadium is shouting, 'Dipper Smells Like Dog Doo! Dipper Smells Like Dog Doo!' They're repeating it over and over! Ladies and gentlemen, we might as well call it now, 'cuz it's clear who has no chance here today!"

She was so caught up in the innocent trash-talk that she almost forgot about the actual game, and let out a yelp as she just barely made a diving hit. Her twin wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and chuckled triumphantly before heading after the airborne ball.

"And Mabel fumbles! Is this a repeat of her crushing lose at the World Series of Last Week? Will her arrogance be her downfall again?" Dipper narrated loudly.

"Nuh-uh!" The girl's brown locks whipped about as she shook her head furiously. "More like a repeat of the Playoffs of Three Days Ago! And...here...she...goes! Hi-YA!"

With a mighty jump, she struck the falling ball with everything she had, sending it rocketing off towards the edge of the hulking redwoods that bordered the edge of the property. Dipper frantically raced off in hot pursuit.

"Easy hit! Easy hit! Easy hit!" he chanted, still putting up a front as best he could between ragged gasps for breath. "No problem! I got this! I got-WAUGH!"

He had barely charged five steps into the woods when his foot caught on something, and in a flash he was taking a rough spill. Hardly had he tumbled onto the forest floor when the ball came to a rest a mere two feet away, and almost immediately he could hear his sister's jubilant cries ringing loudly in his ears.

"WOOOOOOOOO! Yes! Yes! She's done it! Mabel Pines takes the championship yet again!" She whooped, pausing to hurl her racket high in the air in celebration. "Mabel wins! Mabel wins! She's taking home the-yeeeek!"

Mabel covered her head and squealed as she narrowly avoided being knocked on the head. Once she saw the she was fine though, she then gleefully continued the celebratory party of one, and broke out into a victory dance. "Mabel is a winner, Dipper's eating failure for dinner..."

"No fair!" Dipper gasped, spitting out a couple pine needles while he clambered back upright. "Blech! That wasn't fair!"

"Aw, yes fair!" Mabel beamed joyously from ear to ear as she ran over to him. "Hey, are you cream? Because you just got totally whipped!"

"No seriously, that wasn't fair. I almost had it, I just tripped over..." The boy trailed off as he took his first good look at the cause of his spill. He had been expecting a stone or a protrusive tree root, and to put it bluntly, the odd little plant he was gazing upon took him a bit by surprise.

"Ooooh, what's that?" Mabel chirped, prematurely ending her celebration to examine the curious flora specimen. It was a little under a foot tall, marked with a curious green color that almost bordered on blue. However, by far the most striking feature was its surprisingly large teardrop-shaped head, which was nearly the size of a naval orange. Considering that when all was said it done it resembled something taken whole from a rainforest, it looked strikingly out of place in in the dry towering woods of the Pacific northwest.

"Huh...weird." Dipper muttered as he got up and brushed himself off. His sister however meanwhile was quite intrigued by their sudden find.

"Awww, it looks sad." She remarked, giving the mildly droopy little thing a gentle poke. "Look how all droopy and saggy it is! Lookit you...you don't get a lot of sun out here with all the big guys stealing it from you, huh? Are they being greedy? Greedy for all the sunshine while you're out here all alone? Hmmm?"

After cooing playfully to it for a few moments, Mabel shot back to her feet and declared excitedly, "Let's take it back inside with us!"

"Mabel, it's just a weird plant. We're not taking it back just because you think it looks interesting." Dipper protested flatly, and to little avail. His twin was already tapping her chin as she become temporarily lost in thought.

"Hmmmm, no how are we gonna getcha inside the..." After glancing about, she laid eyes upon her brother's trademark cap. She then immediately snatched it off his head, taking care to add a sound effect as she did so. "NAB! 'Scuse me!"

"Mabel, what are you-hey!" Working quickly, his sister dug the edge of her racket into the ground. In a flash the improvised shovel had popped the plant and its shallow roots free, and without a second thought she scooped up the lot and dropped it deftly into the upturned hat.

"Ta-da! Do-it-yourself flower pot!" She announced happily before passing it into the hands of her now extremely chagrined brother. "I'll go get the ball and the rest of the equipment, okay?"

"You have got to be kidding me." Dipper grumbled sourly, but nevertheless did as his hopelessly overenthusiastic twin asked. As they neared the gift shop, the two parted ways, and Mabel excitedly dashed off around to the back.

"You take it in, I'll go see if I can get a better container. I think I saw one out by the garbage cans. Seeya in a few minutes!" She jabbered before racing off. Her brother just sighed in reply before carrying the plant inside.

"Hey man! Good to see ya." A lanky redheaded teen greeted warmly from the counter as soon as she saw him enter. She hadn't even finished talking before Dipper's mood made a near-miraculously quick turnaround, leaping instantly from annoyance to that all too familiar combination of joy and anxiety.

"Hey Wendy!" He replied as a nervous grin speedily plastered itself onto his face. "Good to see you, I...uh...I didn't know you shift started yet-"

Before he had a chance to explain what he was up to, thankfully Wendy interrupted with a relieved sigh. "Yeah, that's why it's a nice thing that you showed up. Your uncle called me in earlier because he thought that we'd get more tourists than usual today. And he was right, we are totally packed right now."

She made a dramatic sweeping motion with her arm, gesturing to the utter lack of life in the shop. Dipper chuckled before holding a hand up to his ear. "Wait, what? Can say that again? I can't hear you above the crowds!"

Glad to finally have some silly company, Wendy cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted, "I said that we're totally...wait, wait can you hold on a minute? I gotta take care of some customers! The line is stretching right out the door!"

"I can see that! I just hate it when the Invisible Convention is in town!" The boy joked, sending Wendy erupting into laughter and his own heart mildly aflutter.

"I know, these people are the worst! Ever tried making change for an invisible twenty?" she tittered, and the clamor of their mirth echoed throughout the shop, which thoroughly peeved the owner of the establishment to no small degree.

"Hey, hey! Cut it out!" Stan Pines grumbled from behind a shelf. "I thought I told you guys, it's the Salmon-Fishing Convention that's in town this weekend. And they'll be here, just you wait."

"Yup, sure they will." Wendy replied, rolling her eyes, to which her boss only muttered something darkly under his breath while he continued taking inventory of the large array of varied and shoddy merchandise. The girl turned her attention back to her friend, and finally noticed the strange little plant tucked in his hat. "Hey, whatcha got there?"

"This? Oh, I...Mabel and I, we...found it just not outside right now, and...we didn't...have a..." He stammered, embarrassed. To his surprise though, his fears of looking absurd were entirely in vain, because as she took a closer look, Wendy's eyes definitely lightened up in genuine fascination.

"Cool!" She exclaimed softly while she examined its curious shape and unusually bright coloring.

"Wait, so...you like it?" Dipper asked, fast-deciding that perhaps this whole thing wasn't precisely the nuisance he originally mistook it for.

"Totally! I mean, I've lived here my whole life, and all we have here are monster-sized trees anywhere. This thing though...I don't think I've seen anything like it. Awesome find, dude!" She grinned approvingly and flashed a thumbs up.

"It...it is pretty cool, isn't it?" He grimaced as his voice cracked uncontrollably. Between that and his pounding heart, as usual it was becoming increasingly difficult to retain a shred of control over his own body.

"Yeah!" She agreed wholeheartedly. "Hey Dip, I don't want to be a pain, but...well, if you guys are gonna keep it, can you leave it down here? I think that it kinda livens things up here a bit. "

"Sure! Yeah! Of course! You want it, you got it!" he blurted out uncontrollably, and immediately gave himself a mental kick in the rear for his excessively enthusiastic answer. But as he silently berated himself, Wendy was still preoccupied looking at the plant, and simply beamed happily once she heard his reply.

"Sweet! It can stay up here by the register. It'd definitely be better than sharing the counter with...well, this." Wendy made a face as she glanced over at the messy stack of paper cups and the heavy pot sitting nearby, alongside the roughly scrawled sign that read "FREE COFFEE."

"Wait, what's eatin' at you now? Aw c'mon, we just started that promotion yesterday." Stan griped grouchily from not too far away. .

"Oh, no." Dipper sighed as realization dawned. "Grunkle Stan, are you making that coffee the way that you like it? You know no one else drinks it like you do, right?"

"Hey, so what if it's made the day before! It's like wine, gets better with age." His uncle shot back, speaking as if it was nothing less than incontestable truth. "Those rubes will be thankin' me after they get a taste of what real coffee tastes like."

"Real coffee? I didn't know we had a new word for poison." Dipper whispered slyly, and immediately Wendy buried her face in the crook of her arm to try and fend off another burst of mirth. As the boy felt a mild rush of light headedness, his sister finally returned, marching in with what looked like a dolled-up bottom half of a plastic milk jug proudly raised high in the air.

"Got it! Okay, so it wasn't an old flowerpot I saw near the trash. That's okay, nothing some scissors, ribbon and glitter can't fix!" she explained cheerily, placing her newest arts and crafts masterpiece next to the register before she began to make quick work of transferring the strange flora specimen.

"Wendy! We got a new batch of two-headed bobbleheads this morning." Stan announced as he kicked a cardboard box. "I need you to shelve these, stat."

Wendy passed the twins an apologetic look. "Sorry, be back in a sec. Coming!"

As she unenthusiastically sauntered off, Dipper's bright brown eyes followed her across the shop, as his heart still pumped faster than normal in his skinny chest. Meanwhile, Mabel was nothing but peppy business as she patted down the little plant securely in its new spot.

"...Aaaaand, done! Now we'll get you some water, and then we'll figure out what to call you! I already started a list for plant names. Because you're definitely a special lil' guy, arentcha?" Mabel gushed to the leafy little thing. "Dipper, you got any suggestions?"

"...Wendy." Dipper just murmured dreamily under his breath as he watched his crush at work.

"You want it named what?" His twin snickered. Immediately Dipper snapped back to reality, and once he grasped what happened, a wave of embarrassment struck him hard and fast with the force of a tiny tsunami.

"Uh, I mean...I...I was just...that wasn't a thing I said, I was only, uh..." As his frazzled mind failed to cook up even the flimsiest half-excuse, he switched tactics. "Wait, what's that? Yeah Wendy, I totally hear you calling for me! Help you? Over there? Sure, be there in a sec okay bye Mabel!"

Trying to hide his blush, her humiliated twin scampered off. Mabel just snickered however before adding his suggestion to the small notepad she had with her. Once the candidates were all assembled, she give them all a few seconds thought, before finally taking her feather-topped pen and scribbling a heavy circle around the winner.

"Not bad, actually, And 'Miss Greenyleaf' and 'Waddles Junior' were super weak choices anyway." She remarked softly to herself before looking down at the queer little plant and flashing it the fattest, warmest welcoming smile that she could conjure up through her near-limitless good cheer.

"Welcome to your new home, Wendy II!"


Nest chapter will be up in a day or so. In the meantime, reviews are most welcome!