Hey guys! *pretends it hasn't been a month since I last updated* Here is the new chapter! I'm sorry it's late, things happen, I have the attention span of a 5 year old, and many other things but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of updating at some point! :D Enjoy!


Dipper struggled against his clones; arm, legs and bodies were a tangled mess as they fought but none of them got the upper hand.

"I should dance with Wendy!" Shouts #6, hitting #4 in the gut.

"No I should!" #7 shouts back, shoving #8 into #9.

"You're both wrong, I deserve to dance with Wendy!" #5 growls before being knocked over by #9.

"Yea right! I deserve it more then you!" #3 yells, tackling #5 and #9.

"BVPFSVDPRVKDCFFDVJNENTEBGI!" Paper-jam Dipper screams from the side, making the others pause for a moment.

Dipper managed to slip around them and panted as he looked for some way to get rid of them. He suddenly got an idea and quickly pulled out the pop-er from his pocket. The clones jumped at the POP, and watched as the small bit of smoke rose to the ceiling and set off the sprinkler.

Groans and protests sounded from the slowly melting clones, each trying to move away from the water but it was no use.

Dipper almost sighed in relief till he looked over his shoulder to see Tyrone standing there. Flinching slightly he quickly ran, his first clone racing after him.

As soon as they passed the corner Mabel came bounding up the stairs, grinning widely.

"Dipper! Are you going to ask Wendy to dance? And you won't believe it I made-!" She gasps as she sees her 'brother' in a pile of glop on the ground. "Dipper!"

#5 is barely able to lift his head a little to look at her, he opens his mouth to talk but it melts off, followed by the rest of him.

Mabel screams and runs over, looking at the pile of glop fearfully. "Dipper?! Dipper, what happened! Dipper! Bro-bro talk to me!"

She watched the puddle for a moment before getting up and quickly rushing back down stairs. "Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Stan!"

Rushing around the party go-ers she looked desperately for the man, after a few minutes she found him near the back eating some chips in a bored manner. Rushing up to him she hugged him tightly, small tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong shorty?" He grunts, looking at her in bewilderment.

"It's awful Grunkle Stan! Dipper-he…he melted!" Mabel gasps.

"Melted?!' Stan laughs. 'Kid, maybe you have been partying too hard."

"No it's true, I saw it with my own eyes!" Mabel argues, making glasses around her eyes for emphasis.

"Oh yea?" Stan asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yea!" She says firmly.

"Then how come he just came walking though the door?" Stan says smirking.

"Wahhhhhhh?!" She gasps, spinning around see Dipper, not a pile of glop and actually looking pretty happy, walk in and head towards Wendy.

"I think you need to relax for a bit, Kid, cut down on the soda and candy ok?" Stan says, patting her head before walking away, likely to go scam more people.

"Wahhhhh…..huuuuhhhhhh?!" Mabel mutters, looking at Dipper before walking over to Candy and Grenda, she would talk to him later for now she just wanted to look though Candy's magazines.


I don't know I just didn't feel gore or anything could go with this episode so I decided with this. Please forgive me. ;-; R&R plz! Ta.

GWDG