What if Bratsman had caught the girls with Sev'ral Timez? An AU set in the world of "The Life of Domiclese." All characters belong to Disney, not me.

Jailhouse Pop Rock

Ergman Bratsman got out of his limousine and pounded on the door of the Mystery Shack gift shop. Nobody was in the yard to stop him. It was after hours and Soos had gone home to his Abuelita's for the night. The goat Gompers was elsewhere.

He heard a loud, gruff man's voice say, "Get the door, Dipper. Tell them we're closed... unless they're really rich and want to buy at least $100 worth of merchandise."

A young boy with brown hair, wearing a baseball cap with a pine tree on it, opened the door. This must be Dipper.

"We're closed," said Dipper.

"I'm really rich," said Bratsman. "I want to buy at least $100 worth of merchandise."

Dipper sighed, "Come in, then."

Bratsman looked around, particularly at the floor. No sign of frosted tips from his escaped clones here. He pushed through the door marked "Employees Only."

"Hey, you can't go back there!" said Dipper.

Before the old man seated in front of the television could stop him, Bratsman pushed open the door to the back porch entry parlor.

"Get out!" called the man. "You're trespassing."

"So call the police," said Bratsman. "I'm looking for property that was stolen from me."

The man hesitated, and Bratsman took the opportunity to go into the parlor and look up the stairs. Sure enough, there was a trail of frosted tips leading up to the attic.

"Never mind calling the police," said Bratsman. "I'll do it myself." He got out his cell phone and dialed 911. "I want to report a crime. My boys have been kidnapped and I've found out where they are."

The police arrived, not only Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Derland, but five other officers with them as backup. They found Mabel, Grenda, Candy, and the Sev'ral times clones. The clones were all trying to hide under Mabel's bed.

"Whoo-eee! You've done been caught good this time," said Derland.

"Look who I caught, Sheriff," said Officer Tom Swifty, guardedly. "There's another Mabel Pines hiding in the closet."

"Take 'em all in," said the Sheriff. "Dipper and Stan Pines, too."

Dipper was caught, but Stan was nowhere to be found. The twins and their friends were all taken from the house with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Dipper was white-faced; the girls were in tears.

"I'm the legal guardian of the Sev'ral Timez boys," said Bratsman. "They're kidnap victims; I'm taking them home."

He produced paperwork and the police agreed that the boys could leave in his custody.

"I have a good mind to replace you all," said Bratsman.

"Please don't punish us, Mr. Bratsman," said Chubby Z. "We'll be good."

"We didn't do anything wrong!" said Mabel. "They were locked up. We only wanted to set them free."

"The law may take a different view of that," said Bratsman.

All the kid's parents were called. The kids spent the night shivering in a cold county jail cell.

In the morning, they were taken before Judge Judith. Their parents were present, including the Pines' parents, who had flow in from Piedmont, California.

Mr. Stanley Pines, Jr. (Mabel and Dipper's father) said to the judge, "I demand my son and daughter be released in my custody. They're minors."

"It doesn't work that way here," said Judge Judith. "We have peculiar laws in Gravity Falls county. Our founder decreed that everyone be tried as an adult, regardless of age, and sent to adult prison if found guilty. Your daughter, her identical accomplice, and her two friends are definitely implicated in the crimes. "

"What about our son, Frederic?" asked Mr. Pines.

"Your son appears to have known nothing about it, but a trial will be required to determine that for certain. He can be released on bail, into your custody. Bail is set at fifty thousand dollars. Bail is denied for your daughter and her accomplices: the risk of flight is too great."

"What are the charges against them?" asked Mrs. Edith Pines.

"The victims are the five famous band members of Sev'ral Timez," said the Judge. "They are mentally impaired and legally minors. They could not understand what they were being asked to do, and so could not give legal consent to being taken from their dressing room. This constitutes first-degree kidnapping."

"First degree?" asked Mr. Lipowitz, Grenda's father, a lawyer. "That requires aggravating circumstances. There were no ransom demands."

"The girls wanted them for immoral purposes," said Judge Judith. "They kissed and fondled them: that's abuse of minors. In addition, they planned to release them into the woods when they were done with them. The young men are completely unprepared to survive in the wilderness. They can't even survive in normal daily life without special care. That is kidnapping with intent to kill, and therefore first degree."

"What kind of sentences could they be facing?" asked Mr. Chiu, Candy's father, a computer programmer.

"Five counts of first-degree kidnapping, served consecutively, would be 100 years, a life sentence," said the Judge. "Luckily for them there was no transportation across state lines, so the Lindbergh law is not involved."

The four girls gasped and sobbed.

"There are additional charges of industrial espionage, with theft of trade secrets. That is based on sealed evidence which Bratsman will present at the trial, to protect his business interests. That could add another fifty years to their sentence, not that it will matter."

"This is monstrous," said Mr. Chiu.

"It's the law," said the Judge. "The young women will be taken to prison to await trial. To avoid the hardship of being mixed with the general prison population they will share an isolated cell, for now. If they are found guilty, they will of course be housed with the rest of the female inmates."

The girls were driven to the prison and locked into a two-bunk cell, all solid walls with no windows.

"We are in deep, deep trouble," Mabel whispered to the others.

"No kidding," said Lebam. "I didn't have any part in this, and it's probably going to get even worse for me. That industrial espionage thing? It's for cloning me, I bet."

"We didn't clone you," said Candy.

"We didn't even know you existed until last night," said Grenda, glaring at Mabel.

"Bratsman doesn't know that," said Lebam. "He must think I'm a rip-off of his technology. They aren't going to buy the idea that my origin is magical."

"I'm sorry I got you all into this," said Mabel. "I had no idea how bad this could get..."

"I was against it from the start," said Grenda.

"No you were not," said Candy. "'We are masters of stealth', you said."

"You said, 'We want to give you several kisses!'" said Grenda.

Candy said, "I welcome death." She flopped on the floor, just as she had done when they couldn't get concert tickets.

"Don't talk like that," said Lebam, "They'll put you on suicide watch. They'll make sure we have long, unhappy lives here."

"Do you think the boys will be all right?" asked Grenda.

"For now," said Lebam. "They'll have to testify against us."

"I think I hate boys," said Grenda.

"Good thing," said Mabel. "We'll never be with any boys again. For the rest of our lives."

They all held each other and sobbed.