We have two special guests this chapter! Give a round of applause for Donald Trump and Miley Cyrus (who have no important roles whatsoever.)
Sorry in advance for any and all mistakes.

"You were a deer and you didn't tell me?" Mabel asked in awe, offended at not being told of the occurrence sooner. "Why?"
"Gee, well maybe I didn't really feel like galloping through town so everyone could laugh at me," Dipper replied and took a bite of his toast. "Besides," he spoke through a full mouth before swallowing. "You would've only laughed, too."
"I would never," she replied and placed a hand over her heart in feigned offence. "Did you have antlers?" she giggled.
"Maybe," he muttered through a sip of orange juice.
"What?! I can't believe I missed that!" she pouted. Dipper glanced behind him briefly when Ford walked into the room then to pour himself a fresh cup of coffee.
"Well I'm going out with Bill again today to find some goblins, you can come if you want. But I wouldn't take anything too valuable, they'd probably steal it."
Mabel looked like she was about to reply but paused, eyes flicking to the space behind him. Dipper turned to look behind him at the man who was standing by the window, staring out idly while taking a long sip of coffee.
"No thanks," Mabel politely declined.
The boy only shrugged, "okay. I'm going to go now, anyway, see you later," he slipped out of the wooden chair to stand up.
"What about your stuff?"
"I'm leaving my journal and backpack here this time otherwise the goblins might steal it all."
"Oh, ok. See you later, bro-bro." she smiled sincerely and gave him an exaggerated wave.
"Bye," he closed the door and headed out into the forest.

"Finally," Bill appeared next to him as soon as he shut the door and floated next to him.
"Hey, aren't you worried about my Great Uncle Ford seeing you?" his brows furrowed while they walked toward the forest.
"Sixer can't see me, remember?"
"Oh yeah. So where are these goblins you were talking about?"
"Just keep walking, they won't take long to find."
"You're not going to turn me into a deer again are you? Or something worse like an actual goblin?"
"Pine Tree, you really think I'd do that?" he placed a small hand over a part of his triangular face which Dipper assumed was where the demon's heart was. Although the gesture made him wonder…
"Do you have a heart?" he asked and stepped over a loose stone as he entered the forest.
"What makes you ask that?"
"Just curious."
"Haven't you heard the saying; 'curiosity killed the cat'?"
"Haven't you heard that cats have nine lives? I'd say I have at least five left," the boy countered jokingly.
The demon only laughed, "touché, kid. And no, I don't have a heart because I don't actually need one. Yet."
"Yet?"
"Once you get me that physical form, I'll need a heart to survive."
He hummed, "about that, when do you want me to get you a physical form?"
"Sometime soon."
"How soon?"
"Soon, soon."
"Are you going to stay looking like a triangle, or…?" Dipper trailed off.
"I think I'll take the form of one of you meat-sacks, it kind of reminds me of those fancy five star hotels; much better than a mouthless triangle or some animal without thumbs. It'll be much less restraining… That is, if I have a choice. It really depends on how you get me a physical form."
"Fair enough."

The duo continued to travel in silence for a minute, the only conversation being that of Bill's directions. However, the peace was soon disturbed by shouting in the distance: "look harder! That little pest is around here somewhere."
Dipper would recognise that voice anywhere. Stepping carefully past the few tall trees that stood in his way, he soon entered a small area void of any trees, three people stood in it. One was a man with messy blonde hair, he appeared old and a scowl was etched on his features. The other was a tall woman who was also blonde and wearing bright red lipstick. The two were dressed in tidy, black business-like outfits and examining each and every corner of the small space thoroughly. In the centre of the space with her arms crossed was a much shorter blonde girl, looking impatient – clad in a plum dress and a jacket over the top, she stood on a white towel that had been laid beneath her feet.

"Pacifica?" Dipper asked.
The three blondes looked at him before the young girl ordered the workers to keep searching. "What do you want?" she asked him.
"Why are you standing on a towel?" he asked.
"Your family might be poor and not care about your shoes, but there's no way I'm getting these boots dirty. Do you have any idea how much I paid for these?" She didn't give him the chance to answer, however when she carried on speaking: "why are you here?"
"We were looking for goblins," he answered.
"What, is Mabel with you, too?" she glanced around.
"Uh, no. What about you? I never thought you'd want to come into the woods and get your precious shoes dirty."
She glared at him angrily, "it's none of your business."
He rolled his eyes and turned when she stopped him; "wait. You know these woods pretty well, right?"
He turned to face her again and nodded.
"You… I want you to help me find something," she said.
"Find what?"
Sighing, she explained what had happened: "these two," she gestured over her shoulder to point at her butlers. "Were helping me put more mirrors in my bedroom when he," she pointed to the man who winced at the way she spat the pronoun. "Decided to knock my precious necklace out of the window. And as if that wasn't bad enough, when I ordered him to go get it, some horrible little gremlin came out of nowhere and stole it." She huffed in irritation, "so we came all the way out here to look for it. That necklace cost me ten thousand dollars, my parents would go nuts if they found out it's missing."
"Gee, I thought a family as rich – and snooty – as yours would have no problem replacing it," Dipper replied sarcastically.
She only glared at him viciously before replying; "normally they would, but it's a rare stone so you won't find it anywhere else on the market," she bragged.
"Mm. Well, good luck with that," he turned again when she stopped him once more:
"Wait, you aren't going to help me?" Before he could refuse, she spoke up: "I'll pay you. One hundred bucks."

He considered it for a moment when Bill spoke from next to him. He'd forgotten the demon was still there but listened quietly; "you're really going to help llama girl? We have other things to be doing, Pine Tree – besides, what has she ever done for you, exactly?"
Dipper thought for another short few moments and offered a hand to the girl; "deal." Pacifica shook his hand – reluctant to touch him at first - and he spoke again: "you said it was a gremlin, right? What did it look like?"
"I didn't really get a good look at it," she admitted. "It was like a super short and green person it had these disgusting brown rags for clothes and a really big nose."
He hummed in thought as his brain went over a list of creatures that fit the description: "well, if it's a short person that narrows it down to gremlins, gnomes, leprechauns, goblins and dwarves. Green skin and big nose? Gremlins have fur, gnomes have big noses but definitely aren't green; leprechauns wear green but aren't green themselves and dwarves never wear brown rags, they actually have very thick, rich clothes like fur pelts and stuff. Sounds like a goblin." Pulling out the journal from his vest, he skimmed over the pages until he found the right one and turned the book around to show the blonde; "did it look like this?" he tapped his index finger on the sketch of a goblin.
"Yeah, exactly the same," she confirmed.
"Alright, good. Actually we originally came into the woods today to look for goblins," he mused.
"We," she echoed, "is Mabel with you or not?"
"No, she isn't. I just meant uh… the royal we," he lied.
She made a noise that made it obvious she didn't believe him, but didn't press on the matter. "So can you help me find it or not?"
"Goblins are known for being greedy and stealing things, so it's no surprise that it stole something as expensive as your necklace. They usually hide their treasure in burrows underground or hollowed out trees." Recalling what Bill had said when they first entered the forest, the goblins shouldn't be too far from where they were. "They're close," he informed.
"How can you tell?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.
"Just a hunch," he shrugged nonchalantly. 'Any ideas where it is?' he thought to Bill who still floated next to him, invisible to anyone but him.
"So now you listen to me?" the demon replied and crossed his arms.
"Oh come on, don't be a jerk," he complained.
"What?" Pacifica asked. "I didn't say anything," she bit back.
"O-oh yeah, sorry. I didn't mean you, I… Let's just find that necklace," he hurried to turn around and started walking.
"Other direction, Pine Tree," Bill said. The boy spun on his heels again with a huff, coming face to face with Pacifica who stood behind him, mere inches from his face. She stepped back quickly with a bright flush.
"Stop doing that," she complained. "Try to kiss me again and I'll sue you."
"I wasn't trying to kiss you," he argued, face reddening quickly. Bill snickered from next to him and Dipper sent him a glare. "Let's just go," he walked quickly and Pacifica followed.
"Donald, Miley, hurry up," she commanded.

"Alright, Pine Tree. Stop here," Bill instructed after a few minutes of walking in silence. Dipper stopped in place and Pacifica bumped into him with a soft 'oof'.
"Hey, watch it," the blonde teen hissed.
The brunet hushed her, "listen," he whispered. The group listened intently for a minute at the loud scuffling that resounded through the area.
The girl cringed visibly, "what is that?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"The goblin," he whispered back.
"Ms Northwest-" one of the butlers – Donald Trump – said. "Perhaps we should return to the mansion," he suggested.
Before anyone could reply, a small creature hopped down from a branch above their heads to stand in front of them.

It was a small, hideous creature. Not much taller than the gnomes and had flesh so green that it could camouflage with the grass; its eyes were small and dark compared to its large, red nose; its mouth twisted into a grin, yellow and rotten teeth filled with dirt and maggots. Just as Pacifica had described, its clothes were nothing more than old, brown rags and its stumpy feet were bare – its head was bald without anything to cover it, not hair nor fabric.
"That's it," Pacifica announced. "That's the thing that stole my necklace! Give it back or so help me," she pushed past Dipper and pointed an accusing finger at the goblin, "I will sue your entire filthy family of ugly little thieves."
It stared at the girl for a moment and Dipper noticed more scurrying through the branches, then a few pairs of eyes peeking around trunks to stare at them. "Uh, Pacifica…" he tried to warn.
"Where did you put it you grubby pest?" the blonde asked angrily.
A few more pairs of eyes glanced around at them from other places. "Pacifica…" he tried to warn again.
"Ha, this should get good," Bill laughed and disappeared to take refuge in the brunet's mind; not a good sign – that usually meant things were about to get dangerous.
"Alright, you asked for it," Pacifica leaned back and snapped her fingers. "Miley, come get my necklace back from this little gremlin," she ordered.
Just as the butler was about to step forward, the goblin raised a single, stubby hand and made an oddly complicated gesture – once it completed the gesture, a large group of green creatures scuttled across to stand in front of the first goblin. "Oh no, you're not getti-" Pacifica's complaints were cut off when Dipper dragged her away.
"Don't bother, just run," he ordered quickly. She followed his command wordlessly, the duo ran quickly with Donald and Miley close behind.

The green creatures were quick to follow, right on their heels and snarling, growling, spitting, gnashing teeth – eager to catch them and do who knows what to them. A thick tree stood in their way ahead, splitting the path in two; Dipper and Pacifica ran left while Donald and Miley ran right, splitting up the small group: the beings chasing them also split into two groups. The larger group had gone right to chase the butlers while a much smaller group of only three or four chased the teenagers left. "The butlers were useless anyway," Pacifica dismissed. Suddenly, a small weight caught Dipper's foot and he fell forward; twisting his body around, there was a goblin clinging to his shoes, nibbling at the laces. "Dipper!" the blonde called.
Bill lit the boy's fist lit up in an azure flame, punching the small creature from his feet easily – it was sent flying into a nearby tree, carrying the brunet's shoes with it. Stumbling up, the boy silently thanked the demon in his mind and hurried to run alongside his blonde companion quickly, ignoring the prickling twigs, rocks and grass that jabbed at his feet.
"What was that? Was your hand on fire?" she asked in a panic.
"Yes," he didn't bother lying. Before he knew it, there was yet another weight on his back, this time pulling at his vest; he slipped his arms out of the fabric and the blue material dropped to the floor, the goblin hanging onto it and falling to the floor with it. He silently preyed to himself that he wouldn't end up losing all of his clothing to the creatures – Bill laughed at the thought in his head.

'Can I just burn 'em all? C'mon, you know it'll be a lot more fun than running,' Bill spoke in his head.
The boy found himself considering it for a moment when a scream from the girl next to him stopped him. Spinning around, a goblin was pulling at Pacifica's hair harshly. Distracted by the soft strands of hair, the small being didn't know what – literally – hit it until Dipper's foot was in its face, kicking it away – the boy helped Pacifica back to her feet to run again and she thanked him quickly.

After running for a few more short minutes of running, Pacifica yanked the brunet to a stop, "wait," she commanded.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I hear music," she said, ignoring the goblins that inched closer to them slowly, cornering them against a tree. "It can't be," she muttered. "Is that…?"
She didn't finish her sentence before the tall silhouettes of five people jumped out from behind a bush, standing between the two teens and the creatures. From the back, Dipper saw that they each donned white clothing – white shirts and vests, white trousers, white shoes, one of the five even had a white hat. Styled, blonde hair grew from their heads and Pacifica gasped at the sight: "it is! It's Sev'ral Timez!"
"Sev'ral Timez?" Dipper asked.
The five men posed dramatically as if for a poster and one of them spoke; "yo, dog. Let's dance at these fools."
Another one spoke up, "let's do this, straight brutal."
"Twenty-sixteen!" another shouted.
Suddenly, the group jumped forward and began to dance, singing in unison: "girl, you got me actin' so cray-cray. Tell me that you won't be my baby. We're not threatening, girl – yeah!"
The goblins exchanged confused glances with one another, muttering in a language only they could understand, before running back the way they came.
"What… just happened?" Dipper asked.
The band turned around simultaneously and looked at them. "What's up, girl?" one of the band members asked, posing.
The two teens only stood in silence, stunned by what had just happened; the brunet couldn't help but wonder how the band had maintained such perfect hair and clothes over the year he and Mabel had been gone.
"Sev'ral Timez, oh my gosh!" Pacifica said happily. "You saved us from those ugly, green gremlins."
"It's what we do, girl," one of them said – the one he recognised as Deep Chris from Mabel's obsessive ranting about them. He would never admit that he knew the band members' names and who was who.
"You've been here for an entire year?" Dipper asked.
The five men nodded simultaneously and the teenage boy could have sworn he heard a burst of pop music with each gesture they made.
"Wait," the blonde teen said, "what about my necklace? It's still missing," she frowned.
"You mean this?" Leggy P asked and held up a silver chain adorned with cobalt blue gems. "Girl, one of them goblins dropped it when they ran off."
"Oh my gosh, yes," she smiled and took the jewellery, placing it around her neck and tucking it under the fabric of her dress.
"Great," Bill suddenly spoke through Dipper. "Let's go because this is getting old fast, kid."

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Pacifica had gone home in a limo after they left the forest – they had found Donald and Miley waiting by the sleek, black vehicle for the girl and she had refused to pay him the money she'd promised because she claimed that Sev'ral Timez were the ones who actually found her necklace. Dipper wasn't surprised at the turn of events.
"How boring, I can't believe you did all that," Bill complained. "You didn't even get that money she promised; if I were you, I'd have gouged out those blue eyes of hers and kept them as a reminder to never break a promise."
Dipper shuddered, "ew. No," he replied. "But hey, at least we actually found some goblins… even if they did steal my shoes and vest." The brunet noticed a group of people outside of the shack talking and he recognised them not as tourists but as his friends and family: Mabel, Ford, Soos and Wendy. Pieces of the conversation became clearer as he neared them:
"…him to make us stop," Ford was explaining.
"Do you know where any of the other gems are, yet?" Wendy asked.
"We might have the rough area of one, but it could take a day or two to hone in on the exact location," the man explained.

Stepping up behind Soos, he interrupted the conversation: "What are you guys talking about?"
The group seemed to have only just noticed him and everyone turned to face him, worry etched on their features.
"Dipper," Mabel said in clear shock.
"What were you guys talking about?" the boy asked again. "I heard something about making someone stop? And finding a gem?"
"We were just discussing something important, there's no need to concern yourself with it," Ford quickly replied.
"We were just finding another stone for Great Uncle Ford today," Mabel explained. "For his research."
Bill spoke up through him: "what stone?"
"Where are you shoes?" Mabel asked, "and your vest?" He knew she was trying to change the subject.
"Goblins. What stone?" he asked again.
"Just some bronzite, dude," Soos answered; Dipper didn't fail to notice the glares that the other three sent at Soos.
"Bronzite?" Bill grinned, "I wouldn't mess around with that sort of junk, if I were you. I hear that bad things happen to people who look for them." The boy didn't bother trying to stop the demon's words; he wanted to know what his friends and family were trying to hide.
No one spoke for a short few seconds before Ford shattered the intense atmosphere with his assurance: "we know what we're doing, don't worry." He pocketed the gem quickly and Bill let the smirk disappear from his face.
Deciding quickly to change the subject, Dipper faced his twin and asked: "wanna play some mini-golf?"
She seemed shocked by the question but smiled anyway, readily accepting the offer.
Dipper gave a smile, too, "bet I can beat you this time," he challenged.
"Bet you can't," she accepted.

Running up to the attic together, they played mini-golf for the rest of the night; Dipper couldn't help but notice that Bill didn't leave but did remain silent in the boy's mind.
"Yay!" Mabel suddenly cheered, raising her arms in the air enthusiastically. "How do you like that, Dip-dop?" she bragged.
"Another hole in one?" he grinned, "guess that means you win."
"I should've bet money on it!" she announced.
He yawned and glanced at the clock, "it's already close to eleven, I'm gonna go to bed."
She released her own yawn before putting her golf club away with her brother's and agreeing: "yeah, me too."
"Oh yeah, guess what," he smiled as he snuggled up under the covers of his bed.
"What?" she pulled Waddles close to her and snuggled up, too.
"I saw Sev'ral Timez in the woods today."
She gasped, "really? They're still there?"
"Yup," he laughed. "It's amazing how they keep their hair looking so…" he made a vague gesture over his head.
"So perfect? They're just born with it," she giggled. "Oh yeah, I get my braces out tomorrow," she said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," he replied.
"It'll feel weird without them."
"Without metal in your mouth?"
"Yeah," she laughed.
He laughed too and they wished each other good night; Mabel switched off the light and the room was bathed in darkness.

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"Hey," the single word cut through his dream like a knife, pulling him awake quickly. "Pine Tree, wake up." The boy's eyes flicked open and he squinted at the brightness of his demonic companion.
"What?" he groaned quietly.
"I need you to do something for me," Bill quickly explained.
"Can't I do it in the morning?"
"No, it's important."
"The forest isn't on fire again is it?" he rubbed at his eyes and sat up.
"No, I need you to go down into the basement and see what sixer's been doing down there."
"I-" he yawned briefly, "can't. Great Uncle Ford's always down there, he won't let me see anything he does anymore," he frowned. "Are you really that paranoid?"
"I'm not paranoid. Fordsy is up to something, but I don't know what since he keeps all of that junk hidden down in the basement. Now go down there; ol' Fez convinced him to sleep on the couch downstairs for once, so the basement empty right now."
"What about Bella? She stays down there, too."
The immortal pointed over his edge to Mabel's bed, "on Shooting Star's bed. Now hurry up before anyone wakes up."

Sighing, he slipping off of the bed and quietly made his way downstairs. He caught sight of Ford sleeping on the sofa in the living room, just as Bill had said. 'What am I even looking for?' he thought to the demon that floated next to him.
"Anything that looks suspicious," the other spoke aloud.
'Like?'
"Like suspicious things, now get going."
Huffing impatiently, Dipper entered the code to the vending machine and headed downstairs silently.

The room was as messy as always when he flicked the lights on. Papers flooded the floor, books littered the desks – when was the last time the room had been cleaned or organised? He picked up a stack of papers on the desk that he knew his Great Uncle used most frequently and flicked through the pages, tired eyes scanning the words quickly. Information on parallel universes? Not suspicious. Sketches of constellations? Not suspicious. A door that eats people who walk through it? Not suspicious. Details on imp magic? Not suspicious. Ghost Exorcisms? Not suspicious. Demonic exorcisms? Very suspicious.
Scanning each word on the page, any lingering tiredness vanished once he finished the first paragraph. His family planned to exorcise Bill. Skimming the rest of the page, he mumbled the words aloud: "I believe that if I were to recreate this symbol, it could be used to remove a demon's presence from the area and furthermore breaking any deals or ties with humans." He flipped the paper over in search of an image of the symbol mentioned, but found nothing. Glancing around the room, he concluded that there must be something on the bookshelf; that was where the most important parchments were kept, right? Wandering over, he ran a finger over the books as he read each title; finding a navy blue book with no title, he pulled it out to take a look at it only for papers to fall out from between the pages. Sighing, he knelt over to collect the fallen papers when he noticed something on the wall in front of him. Running his index finger over the surface, he pulled it back and rubbed his thumb and index finger together curiously. "Is this chalk?" he muttered to himself. His mind flicked back to when he'd come down here not long ago and heard his Great Uncle pushing something heavy around the room – he had assumed it was his desk at the time and had forgotten about it. Was it the shelf that had been moved?

Lodging his small fingers in the crack between the shelf and the wall, he pulled carefully to move the heavy object away without it toppling over. Once the gap was big enough, he stood back and was stunned into silence by the sight: etched onto the wall in chalk was a large, circular symbol. Around the edge was different symbols or objects: a star; a stitched heart; a llama; and more that the boy couldn't hope to understand at that moment. What drew his attention was the centre of the circle: a large drawing of Bill's triangular form.

"Dipper."
The brunet turned sharply at the voice that called his name, behind him was Ford, staring at him. "What is this?" Dipper pointed at the symbol and then gestured to the papers on the desk, "and those? Are you gonna try to exorcise Bill?"
"Dipper I need you to listen carefully, Bi-" Ford stepped forward in an attempt to calm the boy.
"Answer the question, is that what you were going to do?" he persisted, taking a step back with every one the man took forward.
The other sighed, "yes. Pease listen-"
"No," a seething rage bubbled up in the teen's stomach. "Stop it, stop trying to get rid of him."
"He's tricking you, Dipper. He's messing with your mind," the man tried to convince, taking another step forward.
"Shut up! He isn't doing anything; why do you keep saying that?!" he stepped backward, into the shelf. Without a wall to support it, the large object fell back with a loud bang, hitting against the wall and splintering into tiny fragments.
"Because it's true!" Ford shouted despite the loud bang.
Dipper didn't reply; he instead ran past the man and back upstairs.
"Dipper!" Ford called, running after him.
The brunet didn't answer, he kept running and running; out of the shack, into the forest, far away from his family. Ford eventually lost sight of him through the trees. As he ran, a cobalt flame engulfed his being and he instantly found himself back in the large clearing, standing beneath the huge tree.

"What was that all about, Pine Tree?" Bill appeared next to him, leaning on his cane.
The boy just sat down in front of the tree, curling up into himself to protect himself from the cold wind of the night – he was still in his pyjamas. "What did you see down there?" the demon pressed.
He spoke but the words were muffled as he buried his head deeper into the crook of his arm.
"You know I can't understand you, right, kid?"
He lifted his head slightly so that only his eyes could be seen but his speech was no longer blocked by the skin of his arms; "there was a bunch of notes and stuff… about an exorcism."
The immortal sighed and crossed his arms, "of course. I knew he'd be planning that."
"You did?" Lifting his head from his arms fully, he looked at the other.
"Of course I did, I'm not stupid."
"So what do we do? I don't want them to get rid of you so we have to do something, right?"
"Relax, Pine Tree. I'm not going anywhere, it'll take 'em a long time to get all of the stuff that they need and once I get a physical form, it won't work anyway."
A shiver ran down the brunet's spine as a gust of wind blew past, raising goose-bumps along his arms. "I don't want to go back to the shack. Not yet," he admitted quietly.
With a click of Bill's fingers, a sudden warmth washed over the boy and he was bathed in a teal light; turning his head slightly, he saw a large fire in front of him, warming him up easily. "Don't worry," the demon assured: "it won't damage the forest, so don't bother complaining."
Dipper muttered his thanks and closed his eyes, curling up on the floor in front of the warm flame and sighing in content as soft blades of grass tickled the bare skin of his arms, legs and feet. Using his hands as a pillow, he fell asleep quickly in the clearing, his only company being his demonic friend; Bill.

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Whoever guesses what happens in the next chapter gets a free iPhone 8! You can guess if you want, but I won't give you anything for it xD. But I am looking forward to it; can you believe that only 14 days/2 weeks have passed in story time? Feels like it should've been a month at least. Who liked Sev'ral Timez appearance there? I was thinking either having them or clones 3 and 4 appearing and ended up picking them cause I really wanted to write them singing to scare off the goblins. #SorryNotSorry.

Plan:

Bill and Dipper are gonna leave the shack and into the forest. While in there, they find Pacifica in a clearing with her butlers looking for something; Sir Dipping sauce is like; "Pacific Ocean, what is you doing hear?"
She's gon be like; "go away loser. We is looking for a speshal thingy-ma-jig that was stolen and we is finding it." Cause a gnome or something stole it?
The two butlers that are with her are Donald Trump and Miley Cyrus, both of whom Pacifica describes as: "the worst butlers I has ever had. All they ever do is have twerking competitions." They turn around and see them doing just that…
ANYWAYS; Dippy's like "kk, I gon halp u 2 find it. It was probs a goblin that took it anyways, lol." Cause this is gon be a Dipifica story now xx (is that what the ship is called?) so mr Triungle is gon be like: "bro…bro. U really gon help Llama girl?" but the boy is like "EYAH!" did it for the vine.
So after a bunch of pointless description used only to make the chapter longer, they find the goblin and Paz is like: "u dumb-dumb, give me my whatever was stolen back or I is gon sue you!"
The goblin does some crazy dance and it turns out it's a goblin king or some stupidly irrelevant detail as such – but basically, a bunch of other goblins pop up out of thin air and are like: "we is gon steal your internal organs now!" (something like that…)
So yeah, Dippy, Paz, Donald and Miley all get chased through the forest when Donald and Miley both use their big butts as shields and twerk. They twerk so much that it makes an earthquake and all of the goblins die.
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Let's pretend that never happened ;D. So yeah, they're getting chased through the forest when Suddenly another two Dippy's show up! Turns out that it's Sev'ral Times from the series and Dipper's like: "whoa, what the what?"
So yeah, the band scare off the goblins (not after they steal the main Dipper's vest and shoes, of course.) and they talk. But Pazzy is like: "umh, where's my stolen thingy?" and one of the band peeps is like: "here, bro." and gives it to her. So yeah, a bunch of stuff that makes no sense and will never matter.
In the end, Dipper and Bill go back to the shack and the entire scene from chapter 19 plays out. Dipper tells Mabel about it all while they play mini-golf.
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In the middle of the night, Bill wakes up Diper and is like: "yo, dog. Go check out the basement while it's empty" (going to make up some excuse for why Ford and Bella aren't down there, so it's empty.) So yeah, Dipser goes down there and finds all of the weird exorcise-m stuff and is like: "damn Daniel, back at it again with the anomalies…" so yeah. Everything was going well down there when suddenly… A WILD FORD APPEARS! (Pokemon fans? I'm not one… but, meh.) Ford uses 'Try-to-convince'! It's not very effective. In the end, Dippy doesn't listen to Ford and runs off somewhere cause I said so.

End of chapter x

So yeah, look forward to the next chapter!

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