Best Man:

Ring! Ring! Ring! You have reached the number of "Mason Roderick Pines" Please leave a message at the sound of the beep.

Dipper sighed. "Hi, Dad, it's Dipper, your son. I, um, sent you and mom several messages and voicemails. Not sure if you got them but, um, I'm getting married. We've got a date set, April 20th. Since you're my dad, I would like it if you'd be my be-"

BEEP!

Dipper sighed and put his phone away. Almost immediately after, his phone dinged with a message from Pacifica.

Making dress appointments today! Excited! When are you getting your group together.

Sighing he texted back.

Waiting on my dad to reply still.

Frustrated, Dipper began going through a box of knick-knacks that had been sent to the Mystery shop. The first one looked like it was a relic stone with runes carved into it. Picking up a magnifying glass he began examining it for signs of it being a fake or tampered with.

His phone dinged again. He picked it up.

I'm sorry, babe.

It's okay. Hopefully I get an answer soon.

Ding!

This time, it was from Mason Sr.

April 20th?

Dipper texted back excitedly.

Yes!

I have an out-of-country conference and your mom is coming along. So we can't be there, but we'll be sure to Skype in.

Dipper sighed and texted back:

Yeah. Sure.

Before returning to his and Pacifica's conversation.

Got text back from Dad. He and mom aren't coming.

I'm so sorry babe! I wish there was something I could do to make it better.

Just keep being yourself, Princess. And have fun at your appointments.

Dipper went back to examining the relic. After a few minutes, he determined that it was fake, and started a "maybe" pile for Soos to look through later. Though Soos was a much more honest soul that the last owner of the Mystery Shack, he was not beneath slipping some duds into a few of the attractions.

Dipper pulled up an opal pendant on a platinum chain just before hearing the door open. He turned around to see Pacifica walking towards him.

"I'm not making the appointments for today, silly."

"Well, I don't know how dress appointments work," he chuckled before Pacifica knelt next to him and gave hi a small peck on the lips. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Was kind of expecting it to be honest."

"Still doesn't make it right." Pacifica slipped her arms around his neck. Dipper put the pendant down and returned her hug.

"Yeah, well…" he shrugged and Pacifica nuzzled her face into his neck.

"You are going to be okay, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, it's not the first time they've ducked out on me or Mabel."

"But, well, who is going to be your best man?"

Dipper opened his mouth to answer with an "I don't know," she Stan poked his head in.

"You're folks ditched you, didn't they?"

Dipper hung his head. "Yeah."

Stan sighed. "Welp, guess I better go air out my tux."

"Wait, what?"

"Well, someone's gotta be your best man. And with Ford already giving Pacifica away, just makes since that I'd fill the role. P.S., let me know when you and your girls are going out to get your dresses. I wanna treat you all to drinks before you go. Help y'all get a little crazy."

"You want to encourage the crazy?" Dipper arched an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah. Your only a young bride-to-be once, might as well make the most of it!"

Dipper face palmed, though both Stan and Pacifica could see him smiling behind his hand.