"Dipper…" Mabel said with a sigh. Her brother's face was in some tome. His annoying pen chewing habit was in full swing. "Dipper… I'm bored."

"Go play with someone." Dipper said, clearly annoyed by her interruption.

"Want to play a game?" Mabel said and rolled over on his bed to make him upside down. He looked over at her with that icy stare that always sent a shiver up her spine. He waved at her dismissively and went back to his book.

"Uhhhg. I'm bored! You're supposed to entertain me!" Mable lamented.

"Go play with those pixies I got you." Dipper said dryly.

"I used them all up." Mabel said. He grinned at the memory of pulling off their wings, making them dance for her and breaking their tiny legs when they didn't do what she told them. Then she got bored and wanted to see how long one could hold their breath and filled the jar containing the last one with water. It only took a minute before it stopped fruitlessly pounding the sides of the glass.

"You always were rough with your toys." Dipper sighed. The two of them looked up in unison seconds before the doorbell rang.

"Someone's here?" Mabel asked, looking at Dipper.

"I'm not expecting anyone." He replied. "How'd they get through the wards? They should have run back to town screaming in terror by the second step."

"Now I'm curious." Mabel said. "Should I dress for our visitor?"

She looked in the mirror. She had on some blue jeans and a black shirt… nothing fancy as they weren't going out to be seen in public today. Dipper shrugged. Her brother never did know how to relax. He's still wearing polished shoes, black pants and a black button down shirt. The world would probably reverse its rotation if he ever put on a pair of cut-off shorts.

The doorbell rang again.

"Are you going to get it?" Dipper said dryly. Mabel looked down the hall. Today was unusually quiet.

"Where are the servants? They're the ones supposed to answer the door." Mabel asked with a huff.

"Day off… we're having a slow day today… remember?" Dipper said. He put a bookmark in the page he was on and closed the large black leather tome. "Come on… scaredy cat."

"You said no one can come up to the door… and there's someone at the door… there's cause for some caution!" Mabel said and grabbed her brother. She maneuvered him in front of her and followed him as he marched to the front door. The doorbell rang a third time.

"Are you going to check?" She whispered. Dipper looked at her with a raised eyebrow and opened the door. "ARE YOU CRAZY!"

Mabel stood behind the door as Dipper was assaulted by whoever was on the other side. She saw him get yanked forward out of her field of view and there was the sounds of a tussle. She knew her brother was doomed and she'd have to avenge his death. She pulled out her dagger and leapt forward, ready to skewer whoever killed her brother!

"Heya!" Pacifica said with her ear to ear grin. Dipper was trying to pull her off of him as she clung to him with a hug. She finally unlatched, slammed into Mabel and embraced her. Mabel looked at her brother and moved the knife up, ready to start stabbing the personal space assaulting blond. Dipper recovered from his violation and grabbed her hand. He quickly took the knife and wagged his finger at her.

"But…." She stammered, looking down at the blond. Pacifica was grinning ear to ear and gazing up at her. "But…"

"No…" Dipper said and sighed. "Pacifica… how…. What are you doing here?"

OoOoO

Pacifica was bored. Gideon was off helping his dad with stuff for the Shack. She offered to help, but Buddy said she's a guest and guests don't work. He gave her the keys to the golf cart and said to go have fun in town.

When she was in town, she discovered there was some sort of fair going on. She explored the booths and various games, and noticed a certain pair of twins missing. As she turned a corner, her eyes lit upon something so amazing, her brain hatched a plan of super awesome!

With that, she high tailed it to the Pines mansion.

When she arrived, it only took scaling the fence to gain entrance. She had butterflies in her stomach the whole way to the door. Each step seemed to make it worse and worse, but she was determined to follow through with what she's going to do.

Dipper opened the door and immediately her nerves got the better of her. She grabbed him and hugged him. Feeling him so close made her feel better. Dipper wouldn't admit it, but she knew he was glad to see her… or at least not too annoyed.

When Mabel jumped out from behind the door, Pacifica didn't want to leave her out so she tackled her as well.

"Heya!" She said as she looked up and grinned.

"But…" Mabel stammered. "But…"

"No." Dipper said from behind her. "Pacifica… how…. What are you doing here?"

"Umm… what do you want?" Mabel said Pacifica relented her grip as Mabel squirmed her way out of her arms. These two definitely need more hugging. She grabbed Mabel's face with both hand and pulled her close and looked her deeply in the eyes.

"I need you." Pacifica said dramatically. She heard Dipper erupt in laughter from behind her. Mabel's face was a mix of curiosity and disgust.

"I'm… uh… I thought you and Dipper sorta had a… thing going on," She stammered. Dipper's laughter only intensified.

"What are you talking about?" Pacifica asked, letting go of Mabel's face. "I need you to come with me. There's a fair going on and I thought it'd be fun to go."

"So…. You don't mean…" Mabel said, rubbing her jaw. Dipper had slid on the floor and was holding his sides.

"I don't mean what?" Pacifica asked innocently. Mabel pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head.

"Why do you need us to go to that stupid podunk event in town?"

"It's a surprise." She grinned. Dipper was trying to catch his breath behind her and managed to get to his feet.

"Why don't you two go? Mabel was just talking about how bored she was. I have some research to do." He said. Pacifica's face drooped.

"Oh… you sure you don't want to come?" Pacifica asked and tugged on his cape. She gave him her best saucer eyes and pouty lip. Mabel let loose a giggle at Dipper's look of annoyance.

"Why don't you two have a girl's day… do the girly things like nails and hair and whatever you do… it will be good bonding with your…besty" Dipper said. Mabel gave Dipper the icy dagger stare.

"Yeah… I guess I can go with my besty and do a girl's day. That's going to be so fun!" Pacifica clapped.

"I umm.. I need to change first." Mabel stammered. I'm not dressed to go out."

"Umm… you have jeans and a shirt, I'd say you're pretty good." Pacifica said dryly.

"We have a sort of image to uphold" Mabel explained. "I should be ready in an hour."

"But… we need to go now." Pacifica said, she was fretting with her fingers. If they didn't make it in time, her plan might backfire.

"Why don't you go and help your besty get ready? I'm sure you can help her pick out something." Dipper chuckled.

"Okay! I'd love to see your room! I have to share mine with Gideon." Pacifica said, she saw Mabel's eye twitch. She covered her mouth. "Oh sorry! I won't talk about him."

"Why would I care if you talk about him?" Mabel said through gritted teeth. She led the way upstairs to her room and opened the door.

OoOoO

BESTIE? BESTIE? I'm going to carve you up like a summerween watermelon, you ass! Mabel screamed in her head.

I thought you wanted to keep her close… she walked through ten wards to the house without flinching. I sensed she was terrified, but to have the willpower not to run screaming… I think it's best we keep her close. Dipper thought.

She's touching my stuff… I don't even let you touch my stuff! Mabel thought.

"Oh this is so cute!" Pacifica said and threw herself on the bed. She picked up a brown fuzzy teddy bear.

"Oh… that's Sir Bearington… just something I got when I was young." Mabel said and opened her closet.

SHE'S TOUCHING SIR BEARINGTON! SHE'S NOT LEAVING THIS ROOM ALIVE!

"Oh, what's… oh… that's a…" Pacifica said, holding a mason jar filled with water. The blue pixie was lifeless in the water, a look of terror still painted on her face. "I'll… just put that back here."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Mabel asked. Inside she was glad the girl's rampaging curiosity was nipped in the bud; she wouldn't like some of the other trophies she had.

"It's just… why's it in water like that?" She said looking at the dead pixie.

"Oh, Dipper caught a few and gave me some to play with. They don't live very long and I wanted to preserve it." Mabel said and sat out three outfits.

"So… it died on its own?" She asked. "Cause… the look on its face…."

"It's just the formaldehyde. They're like mayflies… short lifespans." Mabel lied.

A part of her wanted to go into gory detail on how she tortured all the pixies and made this one watch… making it feel helpless as one by one her friends die. Then when all hope was torn from her, she slowly filled the jar with water, and laughed as it fought to escape… leaving just enough air up top for her to have some hope that she'd live through it, even though the lid was secure.

She saw Pacifica's face and noticed a tear roll down her cheek.

"It's just sad… They danced on my hand a week ago. I thought they lived forever." Pacifica said. She wiped away the tear and sniffed as she put the jar back. She patted her cheeks and blew a raspberry. "Okay… let's get you dressed!"

Pacifica made sure she was wearing flats. She had picked a loose fitting version of their stage outfit. Pacifica sat her down in front of the mirror and insisted she brushed her hair.

"I'm able to brush my hair." Mabel said dryly. She looked back and Pacifica was beaming ear to ear.

"No… you don't understand how long I've wanted to do this. I love your hair and I've been looking for any excuse to get my hands on it. Can I braid it? Please?" Pacifica asked. Mabel rolled her eyes and nodded.

She was impressed with the blonde's handiwork. She assumed it would be some silly French braid, but Pacifica managed to weave a crown of hair from her natural part and braid six strands of hair down her back. The look was impressive and complicated.

"You'll… have to show me how to do that." Mabel said, checking out the back again. "Well, time for me to get dressed."

Without a word, she stripped down and walked to her underwear drawr to pick out what she's going to wear under the outfit.

"Um…" Pacifica stammered. Mabel looked behind her. She was beet red and holding a pillow to her mouth.

"What?" She asked. Seriously, this girl was strange.

"N… nothing."

"What do you think? The red lace or black?" Mabel asked, holding up the two bras.

Your girlfriend is quite the prude.

Why are you naked in front of her?

Isn't that what besties do? And how do you know I'm naked are you peeking?

I can only assume since you're calling her a prude and I know your dressing habits.

"Umm… whatever? I mean… only you…and now awkwardly me… are going to know." She stammered.

"True, but I have to admit, whatever I put on really charges me up for whatever event I'm doing… Say I'm wearing the red lacy ones… I feel more sexy and coy with the men during the show." Mabel said. She paused and looked at Pacifica. "What about you? What are you wearing under that… sweater?"

"I don't feel comfortable talking about this." Pacifica said, still staring at Mabel's naked body. Mabel sighed and put on her black lace set and walked over to Pacifica who hugged the pillow tighter. Mabel pulled Pacifica's sweater over her shoulder to reveal a white bra strap.

"Why am I not surprised?" Mabel said with a sigh.

"I just… its underwear… it's nothing special." Pacifica said. "And… I have other cute ones too… like a blue striped one and the one with hearts on it."

"You'll understand when you're older." Mabel chuckled and put on the outfit. "Sometimes you want to keep a little secret and smile knowing something no one else does."

Mabel lead Pacifica out of her room and back downstairs. She didn't say anything, but chuckled inwardly at the forlorn look her blond companion had as she looked around for her brother.

"Please… you're making it too easy on him." She sighed.

"Making what too easy?" She asked naively. "I just wanted to say goodbye."

Come see us off. You're fan is pining for you.

I'm busy

Get your ass down here and say goodbye to her or I'll claw your eyes out!

… Fine

Her brother appeared and smiled at Pacifica. She really was ignorant. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. What was wrong with her?

"I'll see you two later. I'd thought I'd see you off and wish you a safe trip." Dipper said, he sure hammed it up when he kissed Pacifica's hand. She was turning bright red. Mabel rolled her eyes and grabbed Pacifica by the scruff of her shirt and pulled her out the door.

"Don't wait up… if the town's on fire, you know we're having a good time!" Mabel said and slammed the door.

OoOoO

Pacifica got in the golf cart and started it up. Mabel eyeballed her mode of transportation and raised an eyebrow.

"We're… going in that?" She asked.

"Umm… yeah? I don't have a license yet, and well… no one really said anything about me NOT driving the golf cart around town." Pacifica said and patted the seat next to her.

"Uhg… fine." Mabel said and sat down.

"Seatbelts!" Pacifica said and buckled up.

"You're joking…" Mabel retorted. Pacifica smiled and shook her head. Rolling her eyes she buckled up and they drove away from Pines Manor.

"So what's the big deal about us going to this stupid thing?" Mabel asked while she looked for some invisible flaw with her nails.

"OH, you'll see…" Pacifica grinned. They drove in silence and parked at the edge of the event. Pacifica ran forward to the ticket booth and bought a handful of tickets.

"Oh we're going to have so much fun! There's rides and games… and game." She squealed.

"You said that already." Mabel said.

They walked down the main strip and listened to the barkers. Pacifica stopped Mabel at the balloon pop game and handed her some tickets.

"I know you'll do awesome at this!" She said, handing Mabel the darts.

"Please… this isn't even a challenge." She said and threw the darts. They popped two, but the smaller one bounced the dart off it. "Hey! I hit that!"

The barker shrugged.

"If you pop the half-filled one you get the bigger prize." He said with a chuckle.

"You can't pop a half filled balloon with these darts! The tips are dulled! You're being a cheat!" Mabel said.

"Take it to the complaint department" he said and pointed to an empty barrel.

Mabel slammed down another ticket and pulled out her daggers and threw them, they popped three half filled balloons, and buried the blade almost a half inch into the wood.

"Rules don't say I can't bring my own knives." Mabel said and picked her fingernails with a fourth dagger. The parker's face paled and gave her the choice of prizes.

After she retrieved her daggers, she picked a strange purple amalgam duck/bear/pig creature and walked off with a huff.

"Oh, that was cool!" Pacifica said.

"Well, years of practice and determination." She said proudly.

"Hold on one second…" Pacifica said and ran off ahead. She checked and things were still looking good.

"Okay!" She said out of breath. "I needed you to help me with this next game."

"Oh?" Mabel asked, intrigued.

"Use your spooky whatever ya call it… come on!" She said and grabbed Mabel by the wrist, dragging her ahead.

"Guess the weight, win the pig!" the barker said. "Guess the weight, win the chicken!"

"You're not serious." Mabel said dryly.

"Look at that one right there! Isn't he cute?" Pacifica squealed. The tiny pink pig was eating and looked up at the girls. He grunted, turned his head to the side and gave an oink.

"I'm going home." Mabel said and walked away, Pacifica grabbed her and pulled her back.

"Please! Help me guess it's weight? I'm not too good at these things… go into his head and pull out the answer!"

"What would you want with a pig?" Mabel asked.

"Pigs are as intelligent if not more so than dogs." She retorted.

"So… you to looking at ol' fifteen pounder?" The farmer sauntered up. "HE's gonna be a mighty good eatin' pig when he grows up. Why don't you give it a shot and guess?"

"Seriously… fifteen pounder?" Mabel said in shock and disbelief. "What kind of name is…"

"Looks like you win the pig!" The farmer said and shoved the pig in Mabel's arms. Pacifica squealed with glee and clapped.

"Oh! What's the name of that plucky looking chicken!"

"Oh that's old Foursey! She's a good egg layer." The farmer said.

"So…. She's four pounds?" Pacifica asked. The farmer scratched his chin in bewilderment.

"Wow... you two are really good at this." He said and handed Pacifica the chicken. Pacifica immediately put it on her head and smiled. Mabel was cradling the pig like a newborn until she noticed Pacifica watching, she immediately moved it arm's length.

"What am I going to do with a pig?" She asked. "Here you keep it!"

"You're going to separate a baby from its mother? How cruel are you? Look at that face! He loves you!" Pacifica said and squashed the pig's face.

"Why do I suspect this was your plan the whole time?" Mabel said as they walked away from the animals.

"Whatever could you mean?" Pacifica asked, still wearing the chicken on her head. "Let's go get something to eat!"

The four of them sat at a table. Pacifica gave the chicken corn on the cob while she stared at her hot dog and then to the pig.

"I… don't think I can eat this in front of him." She said with a queasy look on her face.

"Why not? He's going to be on a plate sooner or later." Mabel said digging into a hamburger. "They get to be what a few hundred pounds… then I'll be swimming in bacon! Oh! You should order some Chicken Nuggets then!"

"Mabel! Not in front of Clucky!" she said, covering the chicken's ears. Mabel rolled her eyes. "What are you going to name him?"

"Bacon… pork chop… borrowed time?" Mabel said with a grin and poked the pig's side.

"Hrm… all bad names… what about something else? I mean… look at him isn't it cute the way he walks?" She said. "Almost as if he's… waddling…"

Pacifica jumped as Mabel slammed both fists into the table.

"I THOUGHT SO! THAT BASTARD TOLD YOU DIDN'T HE? IS THIS SOME SORT OF STICK JOKE YOU TWO ARE PLAYING ON ME? WHERE IS HE! I WILL GUT HIM FROM STEM TO STERN!" Mabel screamed, she looked around at everyone staring and was hyperventilating. "I'm done… we're done… don't ever come over again."

Mabel got up and stormed off, leaving Pacifica, Clucky and the pig alone at the table.

"Mabel… please!" Pacifica called out. "I'm… sorry."

OoOoO

The hour walk back to the manor was good for her. She needed to calm down. To think she trusted that blond little bimbette. She's sure Gideon was in the wings giggling like a fat little piggy. She wiped away the tears streaming from her eyes. The whole town saw her explode. Dipper was going to be furious she lost her cool in front of the townies. He would weather the brunt of her emotional rollercoaster, but only behind closed doors. She's not supposed to lose it like that.

As she stormed up the steps, she tore open the door and slammed it shut. She ran to her room and pulled out the giant pig Gideon got her from the back of her closet. It was covered in stab marks. The stuffing was spilling out. She screamed and buried her dagger into it over and over.

She was in mid strike when familiar hands grabbed her wrist. Her torrential rage subsided. Dipper took the knife from her and held her from behind. She let go and fell on her knees with him following her down and cried.

"It was all a joke." She sobbed. "Pacifica took me there… and I won a pig… she wanted me to name it waddles… He told her… and they're making fun of me."

Dipper shushed her and held her to his chest.

"Was Gideon there?" He asked. She shook her head no.

"I didn't see him." Mabel said.

"He was probably hiding then. We'll sneak over and dye his skin blue, then we'll see who's laughing." Dipper said Mabel nodded. "It's just…"

"What?" Mabel sniffed.

"I really couldn't see Pacifica doing a hurtful prank like that. It's just… I don't know… It goes against her nature." Dipper said. "Gideon must have put her up to it then."

"This is why I don't want friends…" Mabel said. "I was really having fun with her, too."

Dipper kissed her forehead. The doorbell rang.

"Are you kidding me?" She sniffed.

"I triple layered the wards… how she got through is beyond me." Dipper said dryly.

"How do you know it's her?" Mabel asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Who else would it be?" Dipper chuckled. "I'll send her away."

Mabel nodded, but followed him to the edge of the banister that overlooked the entry hall.

"She's really upset… I think you should go." Dipper said out the door.

"Please… let me talk to her. I know I messed up. It was all supposed to go better in my head." Pacifica pleaded.

"Did Gideon get a good laugh at least?" Dipper said.

"Gideon? He didn't know what's going on. I came here on my own." Pacifica said.

She's not lying… and she's showing no signs of leaving till you talk to her. I'd like to get back to work, so come down please.

Mabel walked to the door with a huff.

"What do you want?" She snapped. She was taken aback by the huge puffy red eyes Pacifica had, She still had Clucky on her head and was hugging the pig to her chest. Did she cry the whole way here?

"Yes… Gideon told me what happened. It broke my heart; you two really liked each other. He was a bonehead for embarrassing you… and you were a bonehead too… and I thought… if you had something… that may remind you of how you used to feel for him… that maybe you two could be friends again… I didn't really think all this through… and I'm sorry." Pacifica sniffed. "Could you please be Waddle's mom?"

Mabel looked at the pig and sighed.

"I'll take the pig." She said. "But only because I won it fair and square."

She reached out for the pig, but Pacifica stepped back slightly.

"What?" Mabel snapped.

"I, um…" Pacifica stammered. "Dipper, can you give me a minute?"

Dipper rolled his eyes and left the two of them alone.

"That… pixie… I can't get it out of my head." She said. "I know… if you promise things… I can't really keep you to them. I know that pixie didn't die from old age. I know what you did to it. It's face… is something I'm never going to forget."

Mabel felt cold all over her body.

"I… just… if you take waddles… I want you to promise to keep him safe… and not… you know. Even if Gideon gets you mad… or I get you mad… or life gets you mad. I just… want you to promise me… and try really really hard to keep him safe." Pacifica pleaded. "I don't know what I'm trying to say."

Mabel closed her eyes and took a breath.

"I understand perfectly what you're saying. I promise I won't turn him into bacon and he'll live a ripe old age here, okay? We've got plenty of room in the back; it won't be too hard to make a pen for him." Mabel said. She couldn't believe she was promising this!

"Okay." She said and handed her the pig. Mabel took it and held it. The pig looked up at her and oinked. Usually animals are terrified of her. It was nice to see one that didn't run away in terror of her. "You can visit...", she sighed at saying the name, "Waddles anytime… just call first please."

"So… I can officially have your cell number?" Pacifica asked with a beaming smile. Mabel relented and told her then grinned evilly when she gave her Dipper's. "Feel free to call him all hours of the night… text message… selfie him…. He loves selfies. Take like a million pictures of the chicken and send it to him."

Pacifica nodded. She stood next to Mabel and the four of them posed for a group picture. Mabel chuckled as she heard an annoyed sigh from her brother down the hall.

"You and Clucky go home now okay?" Mabel said. Pacifica nodded and gave her and Waddles a group hug. "We need to talk about personal space."

"Bye!" Pacifica said and trotted down the stairs, still wearing a chicken on her head. Mabel closed the door and leaned against it. She slid down and held the pig to her chest.

"So we have a pig?" Dipper said.

"We have a pig." Mabel confirmed.

"Wonder if we can include it in our act." Dipper said thoughtfully. "Maybe you can throw knives at it."

"The pig is off limits… to the both of us." Mabel said and patted his head. "No harm must ever come to the pig."

"Does the pig have a name?" Dipper smirked, he already knew the bastard.

"Waddles…" She said, looking away from him. Her brother erupted in laughter. Mabel was able to launch two of her three knives at him, he easily sidestepped them as they buried themselves into the wood panels of the hallway.

"Wow… she really got to you." Dipper chuckled and walked down the hall.

"Is that so bad?" She asked Waddles and took him to her room. Her eyes rested on the large plush pig that was stabbed to shreds. She sat Waddles on the bed and took out her sewing kit. She threaded a needle and stitched one of the stab holes shut.

"Just the one… maybe tomorrow I'll do another." She said to herself and put the stuffed pig away. Picking up Waddles she scratched his chin and said "So… we need to get you a suit."