"Ok. Everyone ready?"
"Yep yep!"
"Ready, dude!"
"Eh, I guess."
"I thought it wasn't until Saturday."
"Ok. I'm turning it on."
The video camera shutters snapped open. The Shack- or at least, the set- was all dressed up. Red and black balloons and streamers and a polka dotted banner adorned its nooks and crannies. A table held up a cake that was actually three, placed together so the two smaller cakes formed familiar ears. Everybody wore white spotted party hats- Dipper blue, Mabel pink, Stan black, Soos green, and Wendy red.
Dipper began to speak into the camera.
"Hey, Mickey. So, today's the big day, and I think you forgot to invite us to the party."
"Again," Wendy deadpanned.
"Yeah, dude. It's been three years. When are we coming?"
"He's a busy toon, guys." Mabel said brightly. "Being King of Disney, and all."
"If I may continue. So, we'd just like to say…"
They ducked down. Quietly, Dipper whispered. "One, two, three…"
Then everybody, even Stan, popped up, exhaling into party blowers and springing confetti poppers.
"HAPPY 86TH BIRTHDAY, MICKEY MOUSE!"
"From all of us here, in Gravity Falls!"
Dipper shuttered the camera. "Perfect, guys. Now, who wants cake!"
Like a stampede, everyone rushed for the dessert.
Well, almost everyone.
Wendy made sure no one was looking. Then she turned the camera back on.
"Now, about those Vinylmations…"