Chapter 3: Hiccups In Gravity by PKMN37

Deep in the basement of the Mystery Shack, in an underground lab, Stanford Pines, known as Ford by his family, was working on what looked like an iron cup on his workbench. Wires were attached to it and it sat on top of a scanning device. Each time he pressed the red button next to it, it shook and changed into a different cup. Now it was a Star Wars glass.

"Fascinating!" He said, as he took notes in his journal. "I've seen many incredible things in this town, but nothing like this!"

"Hey, Ford," greeted Dipper, his great nephew.

"Dipper, you're just in time." he pointed to the strange cup. "I stumbled across this in the woods yesterday. Watch this." He pressed the red button and the cup turned into a wine glass. "It's a strange, shape-shifting cup that's imbued with ancient magic."

"Anything else?"

"My scanners have found invisible, dimensional residue."

Dipper's eyes grew wide with amazement "So it can travel through time and space?"

"Bingo."

"So have you tried drinking anything out of it?"

"No, not yet." Ford's watch went off. "Time for lunch." He stopped and looked at the glass, then at Dipper. "Can you guard this while I'm gone?"

"Sure." Ford handed him the glass and he immediately dropped it. "Oh my, God! I'm so sorry! I…" Before he could continue, the shards suddenly formed back together.

"Incredible!" exclaimed Ford. "It's also able to repair itself with ease!" Ford went and got his journal to add it in.

Later that day, Dipper was in the gift shop, studying the cup, which was now a recyclable, red plastic cup, and found writing underneath. "Die Schluckauf-Tasse?" He placed the cup down next to the register and went upstairs to grab something.

Wendy came in with a root beer and saw the cup. She shrugged and poured the drink in. She finished downing her drink as Dipper came back with a book in his hands..

"Hey, Wendy."

She waved. "Hey, little dude. Hic! Oops. I hic! seem to hiccup! have gotten hilk! the hiccu-hic!"

Dipper froze in place and dropped his book. His mind raced, his palms were sweaty, and he couldn't help but stare.

"You HIC! okay? Hiccup!"

Dipper shook himself from his stupor. "Y-Yeah! I'm fine!" What was wrong with him? He'd always been goofy around Wendy but not this goofy. He picked up his book and looked through it while listening to Wendy hiccup, loudly.

"Hickle!...Hic!...Hiccup!...Hickle!...Hic!...Hic!...Hiccup!...Hic!Hic!...Hic!...Hiccup!...Hic!...Hiccup!" she continued, as she read a magazine.

He found what his was looking for. "Die Schluckauf-Tasse...Hiccup Cup?" He lowered the book and saw Wendy pour more soda into the cup and drink. What was followed was a high-pitched "HICCUP!" that made his heart skip a beat.

"Hic! I'm heading hic! for the r-hoop! roof. Care to join m-heek! me?" She asked.

They laid back on the beach chairs, with Wendy hiccuping casually and watching the clouds. Dipper was pretending to watch the clouds while subtly watching Wendy's bouncing stomach. She took another drink and hiccuped twice in a row. The sound echoed in the evening sky.

"Well, my hic! shift's done." She got up and climbed back down. "See hic! you later. HICCUP! HIC!" She tossed the cup in the trash and headed home, her hiccups echoing through the woods.

Dipper climbed down and went to get the cup out of the trash. To his surprise, it was gone. With a soft smile on his face, he went back inside and completed the entry for "The Hiccup Cup" in the journal.