I was walking across the street, you know, the one with all the dangerous litter, when I saw it. The thing kind of looked like a bowl with legs at first. Then, it looked like someone I knew. It kind of looked like Pacifica. I knew that couldn't be. Pacifica never walked; she was always in that dark, limousine looking car. It finally rounded the corner. Then I saw her.

"Hi!" She said, with her bright hair gleaming, "I'm new in town, my cousin lives here, but didn't offer to show me around. Can you do it?"

"Hi! I like your hair; it's like all silvery-blue, it's the color of my braces!" I said, I point to my mouth, showing her my braces, and then I stuck my hand out to shake, "I'm Mabel! Nice to meet you!"

"I'm Liza, my hair is naturally that color. It always grows out, never stops growing." She says, shaking my hand, "I like your sweater!" With that, I look down at my sweater, the one I'm wearing today has a giant smiley face on it. Liza looks like the stereotypical popular girl, but I will whip her into shape, weird girl style.

"Do you want to come back to my house?" I say, 'I'll give you a makeover!" I say, taunting her.

She squeals, and we walk back to Grunkle Stan's house, the mystery shack!

We walk up to the shack's steps, where Dipper is sitting. He looks up from his book, and asks, "So who's your new friend, Mabel?"

"This is Liza, that's her natural hair color!" I point. Dipper looks at her blankly for a while. He is expressionless, and only I know what that means. I won't tell anyone yet, only if he admits it to me.

Dipper shrugs and goes back to that nerd book. I take Liza upstairs to my room.

"Whoa!" She gasps looking around, "Your room is in the attic!"

"Yeah, I know," I reach down to touch the floor. I rise up and show her my hands, "Look at all my splinters!" I smile, and Liza does too.

Then I reach under my bed and grab the makeover kit I keep there. I open the pink box to show her the contents. A curling iron, nail polish in a variety of colors, blush, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, and headbands, "Now, if you hold still, this won't hurt."

I lift up the curler to Liza's waist length hair. I wrap it around until it is curled enough. She obeys my orders and stays still for the half hour it takes for me to get her hair to look like mine. As I curl, I tell her about Dipper and me. Our adventures, our home in California, and then I promise to show her Waddles after her makeover.

When it does finish, I take the curler out, and hand her a mirror and she gasps, "My"hair! It looks amazing!" I smile.

"You like?" I ask, as I hold up the rest of the makeup. Then, I get to work. I paint her nails the same emerald-sapphire color as her eyes; I put the blush on her cheeks in the same fashion as mine, dull pink in two perfect circles, one on each cheek. Then, I do some eye shadow. I make it almost the same color as her nails. I think she looks beautiful. I take a white headband from the box and put it onto her head.

I get a white skirt and an orange sweater for her, and tell them to put them on, instead of the purple dress she is wearing now.

Liza changes and I step out of the room. I whistle the song 'Don't Start Unbelieving' until I am let in. I feel like her perfectness is blinding, it makes me scream out with joy when I open the door.

"OHMIGOSH! YOU LOOK AMAZING!" I say. Because she does. The hair, the eyes, the clothes, EVERYTHING. "Let's go to show Dipper!"

Liza smiles wide. She straightens her headband and smoothes her hair and then tells me she's ready. The stairs creak under out weight. They sway a little, and I remind her to grab the rail as she goes.

Dipper is still sitting on those steps when we come down. I put a finger to my lips and creep up behind Dipper. Then I yell, "HI DIPPER! HOW DO YOU LIKE LIZA'S NEW LOOK?!"

He jumps three feet and closes his book. Liza steps out from behind me and I grin proudly. Like a mother whose child just won a world competition in something smart, like math.

"She looks Ho-"He blushes, "I mean Pret-, um... She looks nice." I laugh hysterically, as Dipper's face grows red, then white, then pink, until it restores itself to that tan color of a person who's been outside all summer.

Liza blushes a bit.. I can understand. I felt a bit like that when Norman complimented me.. I felt very pretty when Norman did that, and I almost had a fit when he turned out to be a bunch of Gnomes. My life is so crazy. I mean, have you ever flown on top of a giant dollar sign? Didn't think so.

Yeah, well I took Liza to different parts of the forest. I showed her the crystals, and we had lots of fun growing and shrinking ourselves, until Liza announced she had to go, because it was dark and she had to walk home.

"BYE!" I yelled. That went well, I think. She looks good, I never look better, but then again, I guess I'm just irresistible. I go inside to look for Dipper.

I walk inside the house.

Not there

I call his name.

He doesn't answer

He plays a mean game of hide and seek; he always hides in the absolute place that I look!

I look by the television. Grunkle Stan is watching Ducktective, I love that show, so I sit and watch for a while.

"Well, this seems like a perfectly good accident."

"Quack Quack? Quack Quack Quack?"

"GASP!"

"DUCKTECTIVE WILL RETURN AFTER THESE MESSAGES"

I gasp. "That duck is so smart! How'd he figure that out?"

Grunkle Stan laughs and slaps his knee

"Mabel, your brother is smarter that that duck."

I remember the reason I was in the shack. I continued my search for Dipper.

I looked in closets, under tables, and even in the outhouse. It was disgusting.

Then I decided where to look.

Where Dipper always hides.

There is no other option.

"TO THE BED!" I scream

Then, I run up the stairs and into my bedroom.

To interrogate Dipper.

To get the information.

About… Well, I won't tell you,

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