"What?" Gideon said, nervousness showing on his face. "Who are you? Where are you?" He looked around frantically to find the voice.

The voice didn't respond. The blue sparkles listlessly swirled around his head. It made him angry and he swatted at them to no effect. His arm merely passed through them like it was air.

After one more swirl, the triangles and sparkles drifted off into another direction, flashing a golden color once in a while. "Will you help me?"

They went to the stage and lay there, seemingly waiting for Gideon to follow.

"Go away you, you thing!" Gideon shouted at the triangles and the voice which had no discernible location.

"What are you yelling at?" Mabel asked, poking her head out from the opening.

"Oh! Mabel!" Gideon sat down sheepishly. "It was nothing." He peered at the stage where the things had disappeared. Disappearing and appearing out of nowhere. Fitting for Dipper who had suddenly appeared behind him. Wait, behind him? "Gah!"

Gideon nearly fell out of the chair once he spotted Dipper. "Are you trying to give me a heartattack?"

Dipper's nod was so imperceptible that Gideon thought he imagined it. "I am. Thank you for noticing," Dipper said in a serious tone.

"Psh, he's just kidding," Mabel said, patting Gideon on the back. "That's one of our magic tricks; the disappearing and appearing act. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah, cool. What's not cool is you almost giving me a heartattack!" Gideon growled.

Dipper was unfazed by the anger he was showing. "Your temper's a volcano, that's what it is."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gideon said.

"You're dumb is what that means. Take it as you will."

"Brother! Gideon," Mabel said, stepping in between the two before things could get out of hand. She faced Dipper. "Gosh, it's like you hate Gideon or something."

"Well maybe I do," Dipper said. "It's not like he has any likeable traits." He remained calm and collected.

"You don't either," Gideon shot back.

"Guys!" Mabel spread her arms out. "Brother did you forget what we talked about?" she hissed at him.

"Of course I do," Dipper responded. "You just stopped talking in the middle of it so I figured it wasn't that important."

"Well, it isn't. But still," Mabel said, shifting her eyes back and forth. "Just, ah, nevermind. Giddy, do you want to see our act?"

"Sure," Gideon said.

"Great!" Mabel showed her teeth. "So after our tour you can buy tickets to our show and watch it from there."

"I have to buy tickets?" Gideon asked.

"Yeah, if you want to watch it. Anyways, the next place, the Northwest Mansion! Woo! That girl's you were with house." She stepped aside.

"Were you spying on us? How long were you there?"

"Long enough. Geez, you're just as paranoid as Dipper."

"I resent that," Dipper said, glaring daggers at Mabel. She ignored him.

"We have some business with her AND her family's having a party to celebrate her return. We should totally ask for invitations," Mabel said.

"A party?" Gideon repeated. "They're having a party? I never heard of this." Mabel made an 'o' shape with her mouth.

"Now you know," she said. "Cool."

"No," Gideon said. "Not cool. Pacifica didn't even tell me, why would she do that?"

"It's not like you two were close," Dipper stated. "If I had a party, I wouldn't invite you either." Mabel hit Dipper on the back but not hard enough to hurt him.

"Brother that's cold. You're so cold today." Mabel said, her words shivering like she was in the snow.

"I concur," said Gideon. He glowered at Dipper, not with the same intensity that Dipper was giving him.

"No," Mabel said. "No staring contests. As much as I like them, we don't have the time."

Dipper sighed. "Yes, I suppose you're right this time around. I regret even considering to meet him."

Mabel ushered them out the Tent of Telepathy. When Gideon was a considerable distance away, she whispered in Dipper's ear, "you and me both brother. You and me both."

Dipper smiled.

In all honesty, the mansion wasn't what Gideon was expecting. In fact, it was underwhelming, what with the trek up the mountain.

From the black gates he could see that Pacifica wasn't exaggerating about its size, but the state of the mansion was in serious need of work. The many windows had so much dust in it that it was near impossible to see through. The plants and trees outside looked like they were in the fall season instead of spring and the fountains were dull. The fountains weren't even running water.

Mabel leaned closer to Dipper. "Is it me or did the Northwest Manor suddenly get a lot more dreary?"

"It's not just you, sister. I think it's the ghost," he whispered back. He didn't make sure it didn't reach Gideon's ears.

"What ghost?" Gideon asked. Mabel's eyes widened to a small degree.

"What, Pacifica didn't tell you? Huh," she said. "Surprise surprise."

"She mentioned coming to my hometown because of a ghost… after coming here and only after," Gideon said, face bitter.

"Only after?" Dipper said. "She didn't tell you about it when she came there?"

"Yeah," was the only thing Gideon said.

When Pacifica first came to his house, he was given only a minute notice by his father. His father never specified anything other then a girl would be visiting their house for a short while. That short while got extended to a month (which Gideon hardly classified as short) and while there Pacifica said nothing about why she was there. He didn't know why the only time he told him was after they were at Gravity Falls and the weak excuse she gave did nothing to help him find out.

It wasn't like he wanted to find out anyways. The whole stay there Pacifica was nothing but an ungrateful, suffering, spoilt wench.

"Did you know, Gideon," Dipper said, his voice quiet. Well, quieter than his normal tone of voice, yet somehow Gideon could still hear it clearly.

"Huh?" Gideon snapped his head towards him.

"People are the poorest judges when it comes to themselves," Dipper continued. If Gideon could have a penny for every time Dipper's cap made him look ominous, he'd be rich. Richer. Maybe as rich as the Northwests.

Dipper shifted his weight on one leg. Mabel stifled a laugh before hitting Dipper with the back of her hand. "Brother," Mabel said quickly.

"Well it's true," he said.

"What does that have to do with anything, Dipper?" Gideon asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh brother, you've gone and screwed it up," Mabel said through her teeth. Her face completely betrayed the venom in her voice.

"I've done nothing wrong," Dipper said. She stared at him before regarding Gideon.

"He's a bit crazy in the head, my brother," she said. She made a crazy motion with her hands. "Cuckoo, cuckoo."

"Can it."

"Cuckoo." Mabel walked around in a circle, laughing all the while.

"You're even crazier than I am. Don't you agree, Gideon?" Dipper gestured his hand towards her and then himself. "She's insane."

"And she's more likeable than you," Gideon said. Mabel ruffled his oversized white hair causing him to flinch indignantly.

"Yeah, bro-bro! I'm more likeable than you. Even Bi-" She stopped and coughed into her fist. "Even Pacifica's more likeable than you and she's a," she whispered something in Dipper's ear. There was no reaction from him.

"I'm a what?" Pacifica asked, coming up to them from the mansion. Funny how Gideon hadn't noticed her presence.

"That's funny," Dipper said, eyes to the sky. "You came out earlier than expected. About five seconds earlier."

"And I thought you stopped being so paranoid, gosh," Mabel said. Everything about her body language screamed disappointment.

"Don't ignore me!" Pacifica said, hands on her hips. "What did you just call me, Mabel?"

"You're the worst," Dipper said as if he were reading from a bland book.

"I love how much you sugar coated that," Gideon said.

"Thank you. I try my best," Dipper said, not looking at him but at Pacifica for some reason. He knocked twice on the gates, it making a loud clanging sound. Pacifica and Gideon winced at the sudden noise. "What are you waiting for, Pacifica? Open the gates. This thing between us isn't exactly my ideal way of talking."

Pacifica snapped her fingers. "Yeah, sure. Whatever," she said in an uncaring manner. The gates opened slowly with a creak, giving them enough time to move out of the way.

"What was this I heard about you having a party?" Gideon asked when the gates were mostly open.

"Oh," Pacifica said. She frowned and pointed at the twins. "Did they tell you that? Of course they would. Let me guess, you three want invitations?"

"Yeah!" Mabel said, looking Pacifica directly in the eye.

"No," Dipper and Gideon said at the same time as her. Mabel jabbed Dipper in the side.

"You're such a buzzkill, brother. You do not want to be cooped up in that room staring at the globe all day," Mabel said. Gideon was about to ask about the globe but decided against it. After all, it was not his problem. The problem right now was not being informed about Pacifica's party by Pacifica.

"Maybe I do," Dipper said. "Who knows what other people might stumble upon it? And…" He whispered in Mabel's ear so Pacifica and Gideon were unable to hear, "we still have that dead body to deal with. We didn't clean it up."

"I told you, we have our magic, it's fine," Mabel whispered back. "What are the chances of someone stumbling upon it? Crazy, paranoid, Dipper," she said in a louder voice. "Anyways, invitations. Gimme." She held out her hands to Pacifica eagerly.

"What makes you think I'll give them to you?" Pacifica asked, holding her purse close to her.

"Because," Mabel said, "we helped you. Now you have to repay us." She waggled her fingers.

"Yeah, no." Pacifica let the purse hang from her fingertips. "Your 'helping' didn't help at all. What a waste of money." She put air quotation marks when saying the word.

"No one paid us, Pacifica," Dipper said.

"Yeah, 'Cifica!" Mabel said, putting her hand on her heart with an exaggerated shocked expression. "We did it out of the kindness of our heart."

"I'm leaving now," Gideon announced suddenly.

For some reason he was feeling very uncomfortable. He didn't know why but every fiber of his being told him to go away from the manor. Mabel opened her mouth to say something but decided against it, noticing his discomfort.

"Come to our show," she said instead. "We have a free gift for you, even if you don't buy tickets to it. Take it as… a welcoming gift."

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Gideon said.

Stanley Pines stared out the window of the Mystery Shack. "Where is he?" he said, squinting. "Bud said that he was coming over here for summer vacation today."

"I wouldn't worry about it," Wendy said. She was sitting at the counter with her legs resting atop of it. "He's probably avoiding you after what happened over there."

"Yup. Probably." Stan straightened his back. "Well, easy money at least. I don't have to take care of another twerp." Smiling and whistling, he strode upstairs.