"C'mon Dipper! Lets go play!" Mabel whined, yanking her stubborn twin to come out into the snow. This took place the following day by the way.

"No! I don't wanna play!" Dipper whined, his free hand clinging to the door knob. It was basically a game of tug of war. Mabel was yanking stubbornly at Dipper's other arm. She didn't want him to miss out, despite his protests. The twins were actually causing a scene, which scared away the tourists, which Stan did not like.

"Alright kid, let him go. Not like you can't play without him" he grunted, looking down at his great niece.

"But I don't want Dipper to miss out! Puh-leeeeeeese!" Mabel whined. "Mabel let go!" Her brother whined back.

"Mabel, ya either gonna let go and join those yahoos over there, or your gonna miss out" Stan's choices were narrowed down to a threat. Her green eyes widened in horror, her tiny and powerful grip releasing Dipper. The kid in blue fell onto his face, earning a splinter or two. Having no time to cry, a teary eyed Dipper got himself back up, running inside.

"Thanks Great Uncle Stan!" He shouted along the way.

Mabel ran off to greet some other kids playing nearby, her parents watching from the window of the shack. Meanwhile Dipper was curled up in his bed, reading/shivering. Even indoors it was cold, the little kid cocooned in several layers of blankets. Thank you Stan for being so damn cheep. Overall, Dipper just hated the cold. He sat there covered in goosebumps, reading his magic treehouse book. Yep, even in kindergarten he was a grade or two ahead in reading at least.

"Look out!" Mabel called, tossing a snowball at a random girl.

"Ow!" That girl screeched, turning to see who threw the snowball with a rock in it. This girl was also five, with a nice lavender trench coat lined in the finest fur. A bump was forming underneath her perfect blonde hair.

"Im sorry" Mabel apologized, running up to this mystery blonde girl. "You okay?" The California native comforted this nicely dress blonde, patting her back.

"Don't touch me!" She whipped around, pushing Mabel away.

"I-im sorry" Mabel apologized again. Instead of accepting that apology, the blonde with tears in her eyes stood up, revealing her perfectly white boots and black leggings.

"Your not supposed to throw a snowball with a rock in it!" She lectured Mabel, tears leaking from the throbbing pain.

"Im sorry. I didn't know it was there" Mabel told this little brat.

"Your supposed to check!"

"I didn't know that" Mabel replied, her voice getting smaller under the pressure.

"What are you! A dummy from dummy-ville!?" She raised her voice just slightly more.

"No" Mabel replied in brimming tears. "Im from Cali, cali" apparently she can't pronounce the word California.

"Im gonna call it-" the blonde started, pronouncing "call it" just like "Cali" with an added "t". "-dummy-ville, which is where you should go" she sneered at the now clearly hurt Mabel.

"But I-" Mabel tried to object, only to be rudely interrupted.

"Go back to dummy-ville you big dummy! No one wants you here!" The blonde then yelled, sending Mabel away in tears. After a quick "hmph" in satisfaction, the young Pacifica Northwest then went to her parents to get that bump treated. Meanwhile Mabel ran home crying and wailing, her parents coming out of the shack to comfort her.