\Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and followings! This week has been incredibly stressful, with testing and all, so I'd just like to relax. By the way, I'm going out of town for Easter, so I may not update by then. Usually, my chapters are written long before I publish them, due to schedule and time reasons.
Guest ( MM ): Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoy it! And yes, it is an ASOUE reference; I'm still recovering from the finale!
Disclaimer: Gravity Falls does not belong to me.
Chapter 6
Marcie's POV
"Huh?" I wake up, looking around the hotel room. Everyone else was up, Mom and Dad were making breakfast, Chris and Jesse were reading a catalog … and I was in bed.
"Good morning," winked Mom, hip-bumping Dad. Ugh. I remember their little steamy make-out session last night. Yup, and now my eyes must be bleached.
"Morning, Mom," I yawn, rubbing my eyes. "What's the plans for today?"
"I thought we'd stop by at the diner for some breakfast," shrugged Dad.
"Isn't that where we met Percy-Mc-Jerkface?" Chris scowled. "Bet that guy's never heard of Herman Melville. Or the very first lines of Moby Dick."
"Not everyone's a booknerd like you, Chris-Chris," Jesse laughs, and Chris punches his shoulder.
"But Chris's right," I nodded, frowning. "He's trying to buy the Mystery Shack! That meant a lot to you!"
Mom and Dad frown for a bit, but then Dad smirks. "I thought you didn't believe in the Mystery Shack."
"I didn't," I shook my head. I really didn't, but the pine trees, diners, and eccentric townsfolk really took the cake! "But now that I know it's real, we have to save it! Maybe out-buy it!"
"That's a perfect idea," Jesse nods. He then smirks. "We can hold a lemonade stand …"
"The last time you set up a lemonade stand, Jesse," Dad frowns, "the police were called, you and Marcie had to go to the emergency room, and, somehow, someway, your uncle managed to get on the FBI wanted list."
"But it worked, didn't it?" Jesse laughed. "We made all of the money last year! After all, 'When life gives you lemons, paint them orange, and sell them for triple the price.'"
Everything's silent, until Dad breaks into hysterics.
"What's so funny?" Mom asks, giggling herself. It's not often we see Dad laugh for a while.
"It's just … it's …," Dad wheezes and tackles Mom onto the bed. He starts-get this-tickling her and blowing raspberries into her stomach. Mom's howling at this point, and so we jump in, tickling Dad. Before we know it, we're in a HUGE tickling fight, all until Uncle Gideon enters the room.
"There are thin walls here, ya know."
"What do you suggest we do, Wendy?" Mom asks Aunt Wendy, who has a dark red bob, a plaid shirt, a black sweater beneath, a pair of blue jeans, black boots, and an axe hung to her belt loop.
"That Percy guy's a jerk," Aunt Wendy responds, downing her strawberry milkshake. "He tried to shut down the Mr. and I's lumber business."
"I remember that," Uncle Gideon frowned, sitting with Aunt Mabel and Oliver. "A terrible day, that was. Mother almost had a heart attack."
"We have to do something," I frowned, munching on a pickle. "Uncle Soos cannot go out of business, neither can Aunt Melody."
"This isn't cool," Oliver narrowed his eyes. "I say we march to Northwest Manor, and give those rotten elites a piece of their own medicine!"
"Oliver, I am a Northwest," Mom cleared up, "and we cannot just go marching into Northwest Manor, especially because that old dude owns it."
"Aw, Donkey Spittle," Mabel mocked, slapping her knee, and burst into laughter. "I'd like to see him again. Here's an idea: why don't we head up to Northwest Manor ourselves? It's not like we have nothing planned today."
"Good idea, Girl-dude," Soos cheers, drinking his classic milkshake.
Everyone else cheers, hands in the air.
"Now, who's paying for the bill?"
Silence.
Two minutes later, all of us ( me, Jesse, Chris, Mom, Dad, Oliver, Aunt Mabel, Uncle Gideon, Uncle Soos, Aunt Melody, and Aunt Wendy ) were crammed into Aunt Wendy's killer RV ( a description of the interior: search?rlz=1C1AJZK_enUS840US840&biw=1536&bih=754&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=7WyyXP29GYOksAXO4K7wBA&q=rv+interior&oq=rv+interior&gs_l=img.3..0i67j0l9.5933.7175..7413...0.0...1...1.. 57KBJc#imgdii=u91Bp8oDrKCd2M:&imgrc=f9GGxnrlkTgTyM:, and for the exterior, search?rlz=1C1AJZK_enUS840US840&biw=1536&bih=754&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=b22yXLOOGtK8tQXcia7ADg&q=rv+&oq=rv+&gs_l=img.3..35i39j0i67l2j0j0i67l2j0l4.2723.3887..4399...0.0...1...1..gws-wiz-img... #imgrc=al4eFVa-6FDLpM: ) and were on our way to Northwest Manor, prepared to see Old Man McGucket. Jesse and I stuck close to Chris, since … well, you know, as well as Oliver, and together, we played "Would You Rather" as the adults talked.
"Would you rather spend a day in Gravity Falls or a year in the hottest place on earth?" Oliver asks, sitting on the luxurious couches.
"Um … Gravity Falls," shrugged Chris. "We've been here for about two-three days, and I really like it. Everyone's so nice. Except for Percy."
"Yeah, he's a real jerk," Jesse scowled. "That's why my plan to buy the Mystery Shack is in full effect!"
All of a sudden, Dad shouts, "JESSE PINES, YOU ARE NOT HATCHING ANOTHER DEADLY PLAN TO GET MONEY, UNDERSTAND?"
"The plan wasn't going to be deadly, okay!" Jesse hollers back, cupping his mouth. "Just had to involve a lobster!"
"And, thankfully, we're here!" Wendy grinned at the wheel, parking onto Northwest Manor's lot. Apparently, this old dude really like fancy cars and limos; there were tons of them parked into their respective lots. Aunt Mabel and Dad shared a look of concern as they hopped out of Aunt Wendy's motorhome. The whole entourage walked onto Northwest-or McGucket-property, then Soos knocked on the door.
"Old dude? Are you home?"
"Soos, be polite," Melody scolded.
"Oh, right. Extremely old dude with bandaid on his white beard, can you let us in?"
Oliver and Jesse break into hysterics. "I love this dude!" Jesse wheezes, falling on the floor.
All of a sudden, the door creaked open. Soos gave us a weary look and walked inside first, everyone following behind. The rest of the adults walked in after him, carrying a weapon of some sort. ( Uncle Gideon got his from his mane of white hair. )
"Stay back," Dad warns us.
Jesse, Chris, Oliver, and I baffle; how come the adults get to have all the fun? It's not fair!
In spite of that, we all end up in the foyer of the mansion, lavishly decorated with fur rugs, glittering chandeliers, and smooth staircases. Servants are running here and there, making everything spotless and clean.
"McGucket's a modest man," frowned Aunt Wendy. "He would never do something like this." Her grip hardens on the axe. "Something's not right."
"Wendy's right," Mom goes, lowering her fists. "Fur carpets … servants … clean staircases … McGucket would never do such a thing."
"Wow, that's a little below the belt," Dad defends.
"That means that …" Mom looked up to the top of the staircase, where three figures stood. One, surprisingly, was Percy; the other was a woman, quite old, with graying brown hair and a shimmering gown; and the last, was a man, with graying brown hair, a smooth mustache, and an expensive suit.
"Preston and Priscilla," Aunt Mabel, Uncle Gideon, Aunt Wendy, Uncle Soos, and Aunt Melody gasp.
"You," Dipper's eyes widen.
"Mom, who's that?" Jesse asks, putting up his own fists. Chris, Oliver, and I feel the need, too, to knock these three out of their misery. Maybe, in the process, we can prove ourselves to Mom and Dad!
"Pacifica, darling!" Priscilla gushes and rushes down the stairs. "We've missed you so!" She traps Mom into a hug and smooths her hair. "You've gotten so tall! And-" She takes a look at Dad and sighs. "When Percy told us you were dating Mason, we were so appalled. Especially your father."
"Dipper," Dad scowls. "Just call me 'Dipper.'"
"And what a ridiculous name!" glared Preston, running down the stairs himself. "My God, why would your parents name you 'Dipper'? What, were you made for greatness?"
For a moment, I could've promised I saw tears in Dad's eyes, but he gave Preston a hard glare. "It's nice to see you again, Mr. Northwest."
"Northwest?" Jesse, Chris, and I scream. "Are they our-"
"Grandparents, yes," Mom nodded, sighing. "They're my parents."
"But how?" Jesse blurted. "We're cool and they're not!"
"Jesse!"
"They're just facts, Mom."
Preston and Priscilla studied Jesse, Chris', and my faces for a long, long while. Priscilla bent down to our eye level and stroked our cheeks. "Heirs." She began to laugh. "We have heirs, Preston!"
"Perfect!" Preston laughed. "To be the Northwests Pacifica never was."
"I could be that Northwest," Percy hollered from the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, yeah," Preston waved his hand. Percy glared down at us.
"Okay, pal," I glare, "our last name is Northwest. It's-" I give a look at Chris and Jesse, and they smile.
"Pines! Pines! Pines!" From the corner of my eye, I can see Aunt Mabel and Dad crack a smile.
"Oh, Lord, not the 'Pines' chant," Preston rubbed his temples. "Gave me a headache." He smiled at Mom. "We're so glad you're here, Pacifica, although we really are aghast that you married … THAT." He pointed at Dad, who was getting something out of his teeth. "Percy told us you were in town, so we're throwing you a party! For you, your heirs, and … the middle-class, brown-haired guy."
"For your information," Aunt Mabel scowled, "this 'middle-class, brown-haired guy' saved your family from a ghost! So, if I were you, I'd show him some respect!"
"You tell them, Mabel!" Gideon scowled.
"Thanks, M," Dad whispered, but then cleared his throat. "Throwing a party? I thought Northwests were only good at lying and cheating!" Mom shot him a look. "Except for one. Are you even going to allow non-elites into the party?"
"We'll think about it," Percy said, walking down the stairs. "And enough's enough." He smirked at Soos. "That Mystery Shack's mine, and there's nothing that's going to stop me from buying it."
Soos' and Melody's face fell, and Jesse saw this. He then smirked himself. "Well," he said smugly, "there is one way."
Oh boy.
Author's Note: Phew! Today, I took some tests at my future high school all morning, so I decided to relax for the rest of the day! Next week's going to be very busy for me, so I just uploaded the chapter now! Time to play some Sims 4! Thank you for all of your support, reviews, favorites, and follows, and I will see you guys after Easter. By the way, who's your favorite character? ( Mine is Chris; he's so shy and sweet yet sarcastic and bold! ) What do you think's going to happen in the next chapter? ( Although I already have a storyline planned. ) What other "episodes" do you want me to write about the triplets, Dipper, and Pacifica? Clearly, Jesse has a few tricks up his sleeve. Leave all of these answers in the review section! Have a great week and happy Easter!
P.S., I made a mistake with the original chapter. Thank you to SuperSonicBros123 for noticing! I'm so sorry!