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Six

Nick handcuffed each of them, put a large metal clasp around their waist, and connected them with chains. It was identical to the way that Perry, Candace, Phineas, Doofenshmirtz, and Ferb had been handcuffed in the second dimension. In the front was Dipper, followed by Perry, Lil' Gideon, Phineas, Isabella, Ferb, Candace, Mabel, and Buford was in the back.

Nick led them over to the food court where the Ghost Prince was sitting in a twenty foot tall gold throne.

The Ghost Prince chuckled when he saw Nick bring in the prisoners.

Dipper put his head down upon entering the food court. He didn't want to give the Ghost Prince the satisfaction of reading and playing with his emotions.

Someone slapped Dipper in the back of the head. "Don't be disrespectful!" snapped Nick.

"Slow down, Nick," said the Ghost Prince. "The boy's just ashamed of his actions. Am I right?"

Dipper didn't respond.

"Oh, so that's how it is," said the Ghost Prince softly. "Cat's got your tongue. Well, I know how to get you to talk. Bring in the mortal host."

Dipper heard Nick fly off and a few seconds later, someone shout his name.

He looked up and saw Nick holding a six by six foot cage holding Wendy.

"No!" shouted Dipper. He tried to run to Wendy, but a ghost soldier rose out of the ground and grabbed his shoulders.

"Look who just started talking," mused the Ghost Prince.

"Let her go!" Dipper shouted. "She didn't do anything wrong!"

"Maybe not," admitted the Ghost Prince. "But to raise the Ghost King and Queen, we need mortal hosts, because their souls will be weak. I think your girlfriend will be a perfect host for the Ghost Queen!"

"What?" said Dipper as he glanced nervously at Wendy. "She…she's not my…girlfriend!"

The Ghost Prince threw up his hands. "Whatever," he said. "The point is that she's a host for the Queen. And I see the perfect host for the King too."

For a split second, Dipper feared that he would be the host. But the Ghost Prince gestured to someone behind Dipper.

"Hey! Let me go!" shouted Buford. Two ghost soldiers grabbed him, unhooked him from the others, and threw him into the cage Wendy was in.

The Ghost Prince held his arm out in front of him and a sheet of paper appeared in his hand. "Oh look, the verdict is here," said the Ghost Prince slyly. "It looks like you and your friends are found guilty of trespassing and attempting to harm a ghost sergeant. Now, it's time for sentencing."

"So much for a fair trial," snapped Dipper. "At least it was speedy, though."

The Ghost Prince put a hand on his chest. "It's because I care," he said sarcastically. "Now for your punishment: Since it is your first offense, I'll be lenient. I won't give you the standard 10,000 years in jail. Instead, I'll have you and your friends walk the walk of doom. I'm not gonna waste time explaining what it is, because you'll find out. So here's the deal, if you survive, I'll let you all leave with a warning. But if you die, remember that the bad guy always loses. You should have thought of that when you committed a crime like this, you know."

The Ghost Prince looked at Nick. "Hand me the cage," he ordered. "I'll get started with the Ghost Queen. You take the kids to the walk of doom."

Nick snapped his free arm into a salute. "Yes sir!" he said. The ghost sergeant handed the cage to the Ghost Prince, then flew down, grabbed Dipper by the arm and led the seven kids and Perry out of the food court, down a nearby stopped escalator, and into the back room of an empty candy store.

In that back room, there were a set of stairs that led downward into the basement, which of course was where Nick went.

"All this walking is tiring me out!" breathed Lil' Gideon as they descended.

"Shut up!" snapped Nick. "We're almost there."

In the basement, which had probably been remodeled after the ghosts took over, there were two cement ledges about twenty feet long connected by a bridge of the same material.

Dipper estimated that the bridge was about 100 yards long and three feet wide. Unfortunately, the bridge did not have railings. And it was above a pool of lava.

"This is quite the remodeling that you've done," said Dipper nervously. "This is really intimidating."

"Thanks," said Nick. "We try." He snapped his fingers and the handcuffs disappeared, but the metal clasps and the chains connecting them did not.

"Good luck," smirked Nick. "You'll need it." The ghost sergeant flew upwards and through the ceiling twenty feet above Dipper's head.

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~Jameer14