The school was filled with energy as students greeted one another and searched for classrooms and lockers. Peter, Mabel and Dipper looked at the scene with a sense of nostalgia and newness. In other words, pretty boring when compared to Gravity falls.

"Geez, it looks like every other school we've seen," Mabel lamented.

"Well, it is a school. Even if it is in New York. And given the tumors of destruction, it's probably best to keep everything simple when it inevitably needs to be repaired."

"Such big words Peter. You've been hanging out more with Dipper again haven't you?" Mabel accused, "That's it! I call dibs on you tonight!"

"What? Mabel. We're all going out to explore tonight."

"That's besides the point Dip-dop."

"Would you please stop calling me that?"

"Nope."

"Guys. We're here," Peter sighed as he stopped the twins' inevitable back and forth bickering.

"Cool, let's go in!"

The three walked in and began the process of being in a new school. The were separated in the morning, and didn't meet back up until lunch, where Mabel was already bemoaning the school system.

"They really are all the same! Wendy was right. This is nothing like a musical. Unless-"

"No Mabel. We do not need your- uh... talent right now."

"Spoilsport. It's not like it would be crazier than anything else that happens in New York."

"And that is so not what we need right now. We barely survive Gravity Falls every summer. Here, it's people who are trying to kill you. Not the native wildlife."

"Well aren't you the optimistic one Dipper?"

"I'm just saying that we shouldn't use our abilities unless we have to. The last thing we need is for someone to go searching for Gruncle Stan and Gruncle Ford for what happened or heaven forbid, they try and nuke Gravity Falls."

"I don't, know. I think we could take them!"

"Mabel, save it for when we run into some actual problems."

"But this school has a big problem."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"It's so boring."

"Hey," a new voice broke in. The three looked next to them to see two individuals, a boy and a girl.

"Mary Jane. But you can call me MJ," the girl introduced herself, putting her hand out for them to shake. Dipper took the hand first and gave it a quick shake.

"Dipper. And this is Mabel," he said pointing at his sister, "and Peter," he pointed at his cousin.

"Hey," Peter lamely squeaked.

"Waz up?" Mabel smiled.

"Your name is Dipper?" the guy asked.

"Harry! That's- well, alright. You're name is Dipper?"

Mabel laughed and Peter gave his own knowing grin to Dipper who just huffed and rolled his eyes.

"It's not his real name silly," Mabel chuckled, "He just doesn't like his real name."

"And he'd come after us if we said anything."

"Very funny you guys."

"Of course!" Mabel smiled.

"We're a riot."

"Nice. Do you guys mind if we join you for lunch?" Harry asked.

"What? Like as friends?"

"Sure," MJ said as she sat down. Mabel threw her arm over her shoulder and seemingly out of nowhere, whipped out a camera and snapped a picture, surprising Harry and MJ. Harry froze as the camera was turned on him and a bright flash blinded him.

"What was that about?" Harry asked.

"Scrapbook?" Peter asked Mabel.

"Scrapbook!"

"Scrapbook?" MJ repeated, mostly confused and wanting an answer.

"Mabel scrapbooks," Peter began as Dipper and Mabel somehow fell into bickering about ambushing, pictures and scrapbooks. "And we've just moved to New York fromCalifornia so she's taking as many pictures as she can for her scrapbooks... And her friends back home..."

"Wait, you guys are from California?"

"Ugh, what a day. I wanna nap," Mabel complained as she crashed onto their couch in their new home.

"Don't tell me you're too tired to go exploring," Peter joked, walking into the kitchen. Mabel jumped to her feet and zipped passed Dipper who just walked in.

"What? No. I just need some-"

"Don't say Mabel juice. Don't say Mabel juice," Dipper pleaded.

"-Mabel Juice!" she called out grabbing a suspicious thermos from the back of the fridge. Both Dipper and Peter shivered at the mention of the pink and sparkly atrocity. They had tasted it's coffee shaming horror. Seriously, they were up for days after drinking the concoction made of sugar, glitter, plastic dinosaurs and who knew what else.

"You sure you want to drink that Mabel? We always could go on another day. We can't see it all today anyway-"

"No! I wanna go exploring!"

"Alright Mabel. Let's grab a few bucks before we go. Their might be something we want to get while we're out."

"Like glitter?" Mabel gasped.

"Sure, like glitter."

Meh. Nap time anyone?

Now, question time. Superpowers for the twins? Yay or nay? And what should be their powers if yes? Send me some ideas.