Woodstick War

Mabel arrived at the entrance to the Woodstick festival. The gang of friends was there: Wendy, Nate, Lee, and Thompson. They were arguing.

Thompson said, "Come on, guys. The tickets were a hundred bucks. I sold my watch. You gotta come to the concert."

"Ew, and have to look at that? No, thanks," said Wendy.

Tambry and Robbie were walking together, arms around each other.

Mabel would have been worried about the huge social consequences her matchmaking had on the gang, but right now she was in a hurry.

"I'll take a ticket," said Mabel. "At least one won't go to waste."

As she was taking a ticket, Mabel saw Dipper trying to sneak in behind the gate guards, using a trash can as cover.

"Yo guards, look behind you," Mabel called.

One of the guards grabbed Dipper. "What do you think you're doing, punk?"

Mabel waltzed by, showing her ticket. "You'll thank me later, bro-bro, when you're out of love with Pacifica."

"I was just looking for something I dropped," said Dipper, trying to explain to the guard. "Hey Thompson, bring my ticket over here."

Thanks to this delay, Mabel arrived at the trailer of the Love God first. She sneaked up close.

"Love God! Sound check for Love God," called a roadie.

The Love God rolled out of the back of the van. "Let's make some miracles happen. Groupies, bed-head me."

Tyler the biker and a woman Mabel didn't know tousled the rock star's hair. He staggered away with them, saying, "The Love God's about to get crazy."

"Now's my chance," said Mabel to herself.

She ran for the open back of the van, where a string of potion bottles had been left behind. Mabel picked them up.

"Let's see... Puppy Love, Love of Country Music – eew. Here it is. Anti-love. To reverse effects of love potion, simply spray on your victim and watch their heart die on the inside. That sounds good for Dipper."

She picked up the bottle. Just then, Dipper arrived and tried to grab it away from her.

"Give it to me!" said Dipper.

"I'm planning to," said Mabel.

But then the Love God was standing behind them.

"Hey! You're the one who's been stealing my stuff," he said. "Ugh! I am not loving this."

"I'm sorry," said Mabel. "But I made a mistake and I have to fix it."

"Kid, like I told you, this stuff is way too dangerous. On my oath as a god, I cannot let you..."

While he was distracted with his rant, Mabel tried to slip off with the bottle, and Dipper tried to run off after her. But they both found themselves collared from behind.

"Got you!" said Pacifica. "Love God, take your potion back."

"Oh, no!" said Mabel.

"Pacifica!" said Dipper.

"Thank you, upstanding citizen," said the Love God, taking back the anti-love potion from Mabel. "You saved me having to chase them around. Is there anything I can do for you in return?"

"Thanks to the love potion Mabel stole from you earlier, I'm in love with both of them and they're both jealous over me," said Pacifica. "Is there any way to sort this out? Maybe all of us should take the anti-love potion."

"Not that. You would never to be able to love again for the rest of your life," the Love God said.

"What do you suggest?" asked Pacifica. "I can't have them fighting over me."

"What you need is more love, not less," said the Love God. "I have some Ménage à Trois Potion that would help." He pulled out a small bottle.

"We don't need to bring a menagerie into this," said Mabel.

"They're brother and sister," cautioned Pacifica.

"I'll make it mutual affection but centered on you, so they can be with you at the same time without jealousy," said the Love God.

He flicked some of the contents of the bottle on them. "Match made!"

Mabel and Dipper felt their love expand to tolerate each other in a shared relationship.

"Group hug?" Pacifica suggested.

They all hugged, reveling in the joy of it,

"Will we be in love like this forever?" Mabel asked.

"This kind of arrangement can be tricky, but I gave you a good, strong dose," said the Love God. "If you treat each other reasonably well, all three of you can stay in love as long as you live."

"Whee!" said Mabel.

"This is fantastic!" said Pacifica. "I feel so lucky to have two such wonderful people in my life."

"My job here is done," said the Love God. "I'm ready to go on stage. The Love God is about to get crazy!"

A flaming balloon head crashed near the stage.

"I'll wait a bit until they clear up that mess," said the Love God.

The three lovers walked on together, with Pacifica in the middle. She had an arm around each of them.

"I wish I could invite you to the Northwest Fest at my house, which is coming up in a few days," said Pacifica. "It's a huge party we have every year, extremely fancy."

"That sounds great," said Mabel.

"I'd love to go," said Dipper.

Pacifica said, "It's the world's best party. The trouble is, I'm sure my parents will veto the invitation. You're not high society types."

"Could you get us in under some excuse? We're the Mystery Twins," said Dipper. "We solve crimes and supernatural cases. You could ask to have us on hand, just in case."

"Like the time you 'solved' the case of who cut off the head of your uncle's wax statue? Toby Determined wrote up a story of how you falsely accused him."

"We did solve that," said Mabel. "It was cursed wax figures. We totally destroyed them and got the missing head back."

"Supernatural stuff..." said Pacifica. "That could work. I'm not supposed to talk about it, but there's a potential ghost curse hanging over the party this year. I think I could talk my parents into inviting you as ghost busters, just in case the thing shows up in the middle of the party."

"We'd be glad to do it," said Dipper.

"All right, I'll make it happen if I can," said Pacifica.

"If there's no ghost, we can spend the whole time with you," said Mabel.

"That's the idea," said Pacifica. "You're going to love the party."