I do not own Gravity Falls.
I didn't finish it in time but have an April Fools chapter anyway.
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From: Wendy Corduroy (Lumberchick)
Subject: Good morning
The sun is shining, the sky is blue, birds are singing and to top it all off, it's Saturday. I hope everyone has a great day. I know I will.
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Dipper Pines: Who are you and what have you done with Wendy?
Robbie Valentino: No. No, no, no. no.
Pacifica Northwest: If anyone comes near me today, especially the lumberjack, I'll sue.
Gideon Gleeful: I've never been able to prove she was the one who filled the Tent of Telepathy with bats last year.
Soos Ramirez: And the horror begins. I think I'll lock the Shack up for the day.
Stanley Pines: Oi, don't even think about it! Don't let her scare you. I never once closed the Mystery Shack on this stupid holiday.
Mabel Pines: Oh, yeah, it's April Fools Day!
Dipper Pines: So I'm gonna go ahead and gather from your reactions that Wendy is Gravity Falls' ultimate prankster on the first of April.
Fiddleford McGucket: She's crazier than a one-eyed loon with no feathers.
Robbie Valentino: You know all the pranks she pulled during the summer? Yeah, she goes on a spree this day. No one is safe.
Candy Chiu: I think I have spotted her first victim!
Grenda Gosling: Yeah, we were in town and saw that Blubs' and Durland's police cruiser was filled with ping-pong balls and the outside is covered with duct tape.
Dipper Pines: Is she crazy? She can get arrested for that!
Fiddleford McGucket: Only if they catch her. Which they never do.
Robbie Valentino: Aw man, she's already loose.
Stanford Pines: This is one tradition I am fine with missing out on.
Stanley Pines: This is the first year I can laugh at you losers instead of keeping on my guard.
Mabel Pines: This is going to be interesting!
Dipper Pines: Or someone might die.
Pacifica Northwest: Hasn't happened yet, so we're probably due.
Candy Chiu: Good luck everyone!
Grenda Gosling: We're gonna need it.
Grabbing a dark green towel from the linen closet, Robbie shuffled towards the bathroom. He took a moment to pause near the staircase and holler, "If Wendy shows up, don't let her in!"
"But she's such a nice girl," his mother returned, voice drifting from the direction of the kitchen. "Are you fighting?"
"Today? Heck yes. It's April Fool's Day! I don't want to see her until tomorrow."
He spun on his heel and stormed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He turned on the water and stepped under the hot spray, his muscles relaxing slightly from the soothing sensation. He squirted his shampoo into the palm of his hand and started working it into his raven strands. Every little noise caused him to jump and yank back the curtain to glare at the firmly-shut door.
"I hate this holiday," he grumbled. He shuddered as he recalled what she had done last year—shaving his hair into a rough version of a buzzcut. He had been very tempted to retaliate by cutting off her hair, but feared her revenge.
After a few minutes of lathering and rinsing, he cut off the water and stepped out of the stall, using his towel to dry off. He rubbed at his damp hair, freezing when a clump of hair fell over his eye. Straightening, he hastily scrubbed the steam off of the mirror and stared at his reflection, dumbstruck by the tangled purple locks of hair that now dominated his head.
"Mom! Did Wendy come over before I woke up?!"
"No, hon, she came yesterday when you were out! She said you still had one of her CDs!"
This wasn't technically a lie, since Robbie was still hoarding a few of the music discs he borrowed from her. The fact that it was the perfect excuse to gain access to the bathroom and tamper with his hair products caused agitation to swell within him.
"Wendy!"
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From: Robbie Valentino (EternalDarkness)
Subject: I hate this
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Yeah, she got me, ha ha. I hope you're having a good laugh, Wendy. You're paying to get this fixed.
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Mabel Pines: It's a good colour on you!
Dipper Pines: At least it's not pink.
Robbie Valentino: My only solace of this monstrosity.
Pacifica Northwest: Did you not look at your shampoo before you used it?
Robbie Valentino: It looked the same!
Fiddleford McGucket: And one of us has been hit. The war has started.
Stanford Pines: Is this day always as dramatic as you're making it out to be?
Fiddleford McGucket: Yes.
Stanley Pines: It's a good look for you, punk.
Robbie Valentino: Ugh. I hate everything.
Adjusting the collar of his blue tuxedo, Gideon appraised his appearance critically for a moment before giving a nod of satisfaction. He reached for his container of gel, dipping his fingers into the clear substance and beginning to massage it into his hair.
When the white blonde strands were coated, he picked up his comb and raked it through. His brow furrowed when it refused to move through his hair and tried pulling it out, only to discover that it was stuck.
"What the—?"
He suddenly thought back to Wendy's frighteningly cheerful e-mail and his heart dropped to his stomach. Gideon walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, where his father was reading his newspaper.
"I don't suppose you've seen Wendy this mornin'?" he said with a calmness he did not feel inside.
"No, but she came by yesterday," said Bud cheerfully. "Dropped off some hair gel for ya. It's good to see that ya have such nice friends." He looked up and his smile twisted into a perplexed expression when he noticed the plastic comb trapped in his son's thick hair. "Is that a new trend or somethin'?"
"Or somethin'," returned Gideon, his left eye beginning to twitch. "Excuse me for a moment."
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From: Gideon Gleeful (LilGideon)
Subject: This ain't funny
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If I have to shave my head so it's as bald as a newborn babe I'm going to have a relapse. Wendy girl, you can mess with my business, but you cross a line when you sabotage my hair. I will have my revenge.
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Robbie Valentino: Check your hair products, people.
Grenda Gosling: Dude. If you go bald I won't be able to look at you. It'd be too weird.
Stanley Pines: It's not easy to look at him now, don't see how losing his hair would make any difference.
Gideon Gleeful: I'm not in the mood for your insults, Stanley. I have a crisis to fix!
Mabel Pines: Some dish soap will get that right out. Leave it in for an hour and keep your hair in a towel. Rinse it out and wash with shampoo.
Dipper Pines: She has gotten numerous items stuck in her hair. She's the expert.
Gideon Gleeful: You're an angel, Mabel.
Stanley Pines: Don't get creepy.
Extending her right hand, Pacifica inspected the rose-pink polish coating her nails, searching for any imperfections. Deeming it acceptable, she blew lightly, hoping to speed up the drying process. She had to pamper herself these days, her parents refusing to let her continue with her daily spa trips.
"Pacifica!"
Rolling her eyes on instinct at her father's demanding call, she returned, "Yes?"
"We're going to the country club for breakfast. Hurry and get ready."
"Okay."
Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed Pacifica stood and went over to her wardrobe. With the hand that held dry nail polish she opened the door to study her fashion choices. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of her silk shirts, frilly dresses and pleated skirts knotted together. Thinking that perhaps she was imagining things, she yanked off a cream cashmere sweater from its hanger. A slew of clothes followed after it, trailing like a chain.
"Actually, I'm going to stay home," she managed to shout, anger just barely being contained as she stared at her wrinkled and (as far as she was concerned) ruined clothes. "I have nothing to wear."
Oh, she is not going to get away with this.
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From: Pacifica Northwest (GravityFallsPrincess)
Subject: Oh no she didn't
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The first couple of pranks she pulled were funny, but this is so not cool. Do you know how much these cost? If I see a single tear or hole you're paying for a replacement. I hope the Shack pays you enough for silk and cashmere!
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Stanley Pines: I can vouch that there is no way Wendy will be able to replace your fancy European clothes.
Soos Ramirez: Maybe a nice pair of socks.
Stanford Pines: How did she manage that one?
Pacifica Northwest: I don't know! I've been home all morning and my clothes were fine last night.
Candy Chiu: Don't you have a special sleep routine? With headphones and a noise machine?
Pacifica Northwest: Yes.
Dipper Pines: So you didn't check your clothes this morning?
Pacifica Northwest: Oh my gosh. There is no way she snuck into my room in the middle of the night to do this infantile prank. That is beyond creepy and illegal.
Stanley Pines: Good luck proving it.
Gideon Gleeful: She's like the phantom of April Fools Day.
Pacifica Northwest: She's going to pay for this—literally and figuratively.
Slinging his bath towel onto the hook, Dipper approached the tub. The pranks his friends were currently enduring very much at the forefront of his mind, he eyed the showerhead suspiciously. Leaning forwards he twisted the nozzle and watched as blue-dyed water spewed, creating bright swirls on the porcelain before going down the drain.
Rolling his eyes, Dipper tightened the belt on his green bathrobe and threw open the bathroom door. "Very funny, Mabel. You're cleaning—"
He was abruptly cut off as something soft and squishy slammed into his face. The force of the blow sent him stumbling backwards a few steps, spluttering in surprise. Mabel, who had been crouched next to the doorway, stood straight and burst into laughter.
"April Fools!"
Dipper gingerly rubbed at his face, staring at the white cream that coated his fingertips. "What is this?"
"Shaving cream."
"You couldn't make it whipped cream?" he demanded, grabbing his towel to scrub at his face.
"We were out. Shaving cream is funnier, anyway."
When his vision was clear, Dipper took a quick glance around the bathroom. Globs of shaving cream covered the floor and there were blue stains on the wall and floor of the shower. "You're cleaning this up."
"Fine," agreed Mabel, still grinning.
Dipper followed his sister downstairs and into the kitchen, idly picking spots of cream out of his hair. Mabel opened the cupboard door beneath the sink and removed the cleaning products she needed, setting them on the floor. Deciding to get a drink before she started her task, she straightened and grabbed a glass from the dishwasher. She moved over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher. She filled the cup with Mabel Juice and took a sizable gulp.
"Ugh!"
She coughed it out, mouth twisting at the strong, foul, bitter flavour. She nearly dropped the pitcher of pink juice in her haste, but managed to set it clumsily on the counter as she raced to rinse her mouth. "What the heck was that?"
Dipper pumped his fist victoriously. "Yes! I was hoping to get you first but hey, I'll take it."
"Did you put salt in here?"
"Not in the juice directly. I replaced the sugar bowl with salt."
Mabel spat out a mouthful of water and turned to stare at her twin in horror. "Do you know how much sugar I put in Mabel Juice? You could've given me salt poisoning!"
"Even if you had swallowed, you wouldn't get salt poisoning," said Dipper in amusement. "It takes a lot more than that."
Pouring her ruined beverage down the sink, Mabel admitted, "That was a good one."
"So was yours. I didn't even stop to consider that the drinking powder in the showerhead was a red herring."
"I wasn't sure if it would work, so I had a backup. I figured you would be on your guard today."
"At least I only have to worry about you," said Dipper with a grin. "I'd probably be hunkered down in the Mystery Shack's bunker if I had to face Wendy being on the loose."
"I wish we were there," said Mabel wistfully. "I could totally be her sidekick."
"Geez, talk about a team-up straight out of a nightmare."
Mabel's phone buzzed in her pocket and she smiled widely, yanking it out and tapping on the notification. "Wendy strikes again," she cheered. "She's really the Queen of April Fools."
Dipper moved around the kitchen table to peer over her shoulder. "Poor Soos. He didn't stand a chance."
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From: Soos Ramirez (QuestionMarkDude)
Subject: She got me, bros
She put superglue in my hat. I don't know how she did it. I set it down for a second and Melody didn't see her come in. She's got superpowers or something. I am impressed.
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Dipper Pines: I am very glad all I had to deal with is a shaving cream pie to the face.
Mabel Pines: And Mabel Juice sabotaged with salt.
Fiddleford McGucket: We are not so lucky.
Robbie Valentino: Next year I'm crashing at your place. Yo, good luck getting the hat off Hamster Dude.
Soos Ramirez: Thanks! Did the dish soap thing work for you, Gideon?
Gideon Gleeful: Oh yeah, it worked like a charm. But how are you going to remove it if the glue is on the inside, where you can't access it?
Mabel Pines: You could try cutting a small hole and putting the dish soap through there!
Soos Ramirez: I'll give it a shot, hambones. I'm sure Melody could rip it off if that doesn't work.
Dipper Pines: Oh man, I'm hurting just thinking about it.
Stanley Pines: It's your own fault. Not paying attention and leaving your personal items unattended is just you begging to be pranked by the Red Menace.
Soos Ramirez: Who?
Dipper Pines: Wendy, Soos. Wendy.
Giving a soft snort of amusement at Soos' plight, Stan minimized his e-mail window on the laptop. He stood and started for Ford's cabin, arms stretching over his head. "Hey Ford, Wendy finally got Soos. She put superglue in his hat, can you believe—?"
When he stepped into Ford's space he paused, eyebrows flying upwards. His twin was sleeping on the worn cot, fully dressed and his phone resting on the floor beside him. Stan shook his head and was about to retreat to his own room when a sudden idea struck him.
"April Fools Day, huh?" he mused to himself, a wicked grin stretching across his features. He went over to the hope chest nailed to the ground and eased the lid open. He found the sewing kit and removed a thread and needle. He quietly approached the edge of the cot, studying the trench coat Ford always wore, and got to work.
It wasn't an easy task, since he knew Ford could jolt awake at any moment, a habit developed after decades trapped in the portal. But Stan moved quickly and silently, traits learned after years as a criminal and con-artist. When he finished he backed away, surveyed his handiwork, and grinned.
"Ford!"
Stan's bellow instantly startled Ford awake. "What is it?!" he shouted, attempting to sit up and suddenly finding himself falling straight to the hardwood floor of the boat. "Ouch!"
The grogginess from his abrupt wake-up call rapidly faded, allowing him to take in his surroundings. Stan stood over him cackling and Ford found that he could not move his arms. Staring down at himself, he was stunned to discover that his trench coat had been sewn shut with black thread, his arms criss-crossed over his chest and sewn into place.
"Stanley!" hissed Ford, struggling to rip his arms free, but the thread kept them firmly locked down. "What is this?"
"Come on, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to prank you," snickered Stan. "I can't believe you actually fell asleep."
"You're right, it is my fault for thinking you would act like an adult and ignore this immature holiday," said Ford with a scowl. "Get me out of here."
"Nah, I don't think so. I'm sure you've got scissors in here somewhere. Have fun." Stan took out his phone and snapped a picture. "I'm gonna go post this on the Internet."
He left the room, leaving Ford to shout furiously after him. He skipped up the stairs and onto the deck of the ship, enjoying the bright blue sky and spring weather. He habitually turned to check on the sails, eyes immediately locking on the leather wallet duck taped to the top of the mast.
His wallet.
"Poindexter! You're a jerk and a hypocrite!"
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From: Stanley Pines (StantheMan)
Subject: My prank is better
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It's Ford's fault for falling asleep and it's my fault for leaving my wallet unattended. But clearly I'm way better at this April Fools thing. I didn't exert myself to pull it off.
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Mabel Pines: Good thing you're not afraid of heights any more!
Fiddleford McGucket: I didn't know you could sew, Stanley.
Soos Ramirez: He's made a lot of exhibits with just a needle and fabric!
Fiddleford McGucket: How's it going with the hat?
Soos Ramirez: Not so good.
Gideon Gleeful: You climb that and you'll throw out your back. Film it.
Stanley Pines: Shut up, Gideon.
Dipper Pines: Where's Grunkle Ford?
Stanley Pines: Probably still stuck in his coat. He has access to scissors.
Robbie Valentino: You know, now that I think about, Wendy's deviousness really skyrocketed when she met you.
Dipper Pines: Oh yeah, he's a bad influence.
Mabel Pines: I wonder why Wendy isn't conversing with us.
Pacifica Northwest: She's probably killing herself laughing.
Candy Chiu: Actually, she just got her next unfortunate victims.
Robbie Valentino: Who?
Grenda Gosling: Photo File (Click to view)
Fiddleford McGucket: Are those…handcuffs?"
Candy Chiu: We were eating ice-cream at the diner. One moment we had our freedom and the next we were wearing metal bracelets chaining us together. Wendy was nowhere to be found.
Grenda Gosling: Girl I love you but I can't stay likes this forever. I don't want to sit through your violin lessons.
Candy Chiu: I completely understand.
Soos Ramirez: Maybe Wendy is part phantom.
Stanley Pines: She's probably lost her mind by this point.
Dipper Pines: Hold on. She got Robbie, Pacifica, Gideon, Soos, and now Candy and Grenda. Which means the only person she hasn't gotten yet is…
Fiddleford McGucket: Time to batten down the hatches.
Pacifica Northwest: Just activate the security system. She won't be able to set one foot past the gate.
Stanford Pines: Stangetmeoutofhere
Stanley Pines: There he is. Fine, I'll get the scissors. Good luck, McGucket. You're going to need it.
Pacing across the smooth floor of the security booth, McGucket kept casting paranoid glances at the monitors. There were about half a dozen screens, each showing segments of the sprawling mansion. Everything was currently silent but that did not set McGucket at ease. There were several dozen windows Wendy could utilize to gain access to his home and the cameras didn't catch all of them.
After a few minutes of intent perusing something caught his eye. On the monitor that showcased the front drive, he noticed something tired to the front gate, flapping in the wind. He stared at it for a moment, knowing very well that this could be a trap.
"This is my home, gosh darn it!" McGucket finally declared. "I won't be intimidated on my own soil!"
Before he departed from his mansion he grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen to defend himself if need be. He walked slowly across the rolling green yard, eyes shifting about in search of anything suspicious. When he reached the gate it was to discover a green piece of flannel tied to the bar.
"What in tarnation?" he muttered, brow furrowing.
Looking past the gate, he could see more strips of the fabric lying in the dirt, creating a trail. McGucket began to follow them, apprehension growing when he realized he was being led into the forest. After a while he finally reached the end, seeing the final piece of fabric nailed to a tree.
McGucket had to back away in order to stare up the tall looming oak, eyes widening when he spotted his banjo tied to one of the top branches. He gaped for a moment before letting out a sigh of resignation.
"Dangnabit. That little missy crossed a line."
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From: Fiddleford McGucket (OldmanMcGucket)
Subject: Uprising
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Come on, y'all. We can't let her get away with this. We've got plenty of time to strike back before the day is over. Who's with me?
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Dipper Pines: You know, I'm surprised McGucket is the one inciting the revolution. I totally thought Pacifica would be out for blood.
Pacifica Northwest: I don't like getting my hands dirty. But this time I'll make an exception.
Soos Ramirez: Dudes, I'm in. I tore some skin off when I finally got my hat free.
Robbie Valentino: Wendy's terrifying when she's mad.
Fiddleford McGucket: Well, I'm mad too. Mad as a hornet that I had to retrieve my banjo from a tree. It's time to dethrone the April Fools Day master.
Robbie Valentino: All right. I'm in. She definitely has it coming.
Gideon Gleeful: She won't know what hit her.
Candy Chiu: What will hit her?
Grenda Gosling: Water balloons!
Stanford Pines: Certainly a classic, but I'm sure you can get more creative.
Grenda Gosling: Balloons filled with horseradish!
Stanley Pines: Syrup!
Gideon Gleeful: Glue!
Candy Chiu: Paint!
Robbie Valentino: Egg yolk!
Pacifica Northwest: Slime!
Soos Ramirez: Mayonnaise!
Mabel Pines: Pink glitter!
Dipper Pines: We don't really have a score to settle with Wendy, but I casually make the suggestion of vinegar.
Stanford Pines: Yes, that ought to do it. Perfume might also work. As I recall, she isn't a fan of sweet, flowery scents.
Fiddleford McGucket: Get all the balloons you can get your hands on and start filling them up! We'll meet at the hardware store in two hours. As Tyler would say, git 'im!
Leaning against the check-out counter of the hardware store, Wendy scrolled through her e-mails as she waited for the cashier to bag her items. She had felt the continuous buzzing as her friends conversed but had been too busy executing her pranks to check her notifications. She smirked at the rants and vexation aimed at her, satisfaction and pride swelling within. They were mad, sure, but they would all get over it eventually.
"Another April Fools dominated," she said with a laugh.
Taking her plastic bags from the cashier, she whistled as she walked outside. She froze upon discovering most of her unfortunate prank targets gathered around the front of the store, buckets in hand brimming with colourful balloons and mouths twisted in wide, mischievous smiles.
"Aw shoot," hissed Wendy, realizing that this errand her father had sent her on was a complete trap. "Betrayed by my own flesh and blood."
"We've suffered your pranks for years," cried Robbie. "We won't stand for it no more!"
"Do you know how much its going to cost to dry clean my clothes to get the wrinkles out?" demanded Pacifica, raising a substance-filled balloon threateningly.
"The prankster is gonna get pranked!" cheered Soos.
"These handcuffs will not hold us back!" declared Grenda, her and Candy hoisting two balloons out of their bucket.
"Let's see how ya like gettin' glue out of your hair," sneered Gideon.
"On the count of three!" called McGucket.
Wendy flung her arms over her head, dropping her purchases in the process. She would not argue, because she could admit to herself that she deserved payback and was impressed that they were actually striking back. Her bravado was not so strong when the projectiles started striking her, substances of differing consistencies splattering over her body.
"Ugh! Wait wait wait!" she half-laughed, half-shouted, ducking her head as a mix of egg yolk and mayonnaise dripped down the side of her face. "What the heck did you put in—ow! Watch the face!"
"This is really therapeutic," said Pacifica with a grin, hitting Wendy's waist with a red paint-filled balloon.
"I feel better already," said McGucket cheerfully, hitting the redhead's cheek with pink glitter.
"These are from Mr. Pines," called Soos and Wendy soon found her hair and back coated with a sticky liquid.
The onslaught eventually ended and Wendy slowly unfurled herself from her defensive stance. She looked down at her body, which was almost completely covered in a mix of substances. She could identify paint, glitter, egg yolk and mayonnaise staining her clothes and skin, but wasn't sure what the other gunk was.
"Okay, what's in my hair?" she asked, gingerly tugging on her red strands.
"Mostly glue and syrup," replied Candy.
"And a little bit of horseradish," added Grenda.
Wendy sniffed her wrist and held back a gag. Rising above even the strong odour of paint was the manufactured scent of roses. "Oh my gosh, did you use perfume too?"
"It was Ford's idea," said McGucket with a smile.
"Dang. Everyone's in on it, huh?" Wendy took off Dipper's cap and shook it out. Unable to hide her grin she said, "Okay, this was pretty good. I wasn't expecting it."
"We should have done something worse, but we didn't have much time left," drawled Pacifica, gesturing towards the setting sun.
"I guess I have a tendency to go too far, so I'm pretty cool with the fact you didn't shave me bald when I was sleeping," said Wendy. "Sorry."
"You didn't physically maim and/or brutally traumatize any of us, and we got our revenge, so I think we're all satisfied," said Robbie, slinging his hands in his pockets.
"All is forgiven," said McGucket cheerfully. "It is April Fools Day after all."
Wendy rummaged through her jean pocket and pulled out a slim key, which she tossed to Candy and Grenda. "I was going to give it to you tomorrow, but I'd rather not wake up with fish heads by my pillow."
"Ooh, that would have been a good one," mused Candy, unlocking the handcuffs and flexing her wrist in relief when it was freed.
"Pretty creepy though," said Grenda, wrinkling her nose.
"I need a shower. Several showers, actually." Wendy grabbed her bags from where they rested on the ground. She gave her friends an affectionate salute and said, "I'll see you later, dorks. Thanks for making this a rad April Fools Day. I enjoyed myself."
"Can't wait until next year," quipped Gideon.
"It won't be a one-sided battle any longer," promised McGucket. "We'll give as good as we get."
Wendy smirked. "Bring it." She caught sight of Soos straying from the group and turned her head, eyes widening at the video camera he retrieved from a tripod resting on the sidewalk. "Oh, you did not."
"Mr. Pines really wanted to see it," explained Soos. "So I had to catch it on video."
"Heck no. He sees physical proof and he'll never let me forget it for the rest of my life. Gimme the camera."
She charged towards Soos and he hastily tossed the camera towards Gideon, who caught it. "Scatter!" he hollered.
With a lot of jeering and laughing, the group took off down the street. Covered in foul-smelling substances, hair hardening and sticking to her skin and clothes, Wendy grinned. "You're all a bunch of losers!"
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From: Soos Ramirez (QuestionMarkDude)
Subject: We got her
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I got her a couple of times for you, Mr. Pines!
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Dipper Pines: Oh shoot that looks disgusting.
Wendy Corduroy: You should have seen the shower afterwards. I think I spent more time cleaning it than myself.
Stanford Pines: You were a very good sport about it.
Wendy Corduroy: Sure. If you can't take what you dish out, than don't dish it out at all. Though I'm gonna have that perfume stench clinging to my skin for a while. Thanks.
Stanford Pines: Anytime.
Mabel Pines: How much glitter is still on you?
Wendy Corduroy: A lot. Did you have to make it pink?
Mabel Pines: Of course!
Stanley Pines: Ha! This is the best thing I have ever seen! How'd you like the syrup?
Wendy Corduroy: It was sticky and a pain and I'm beat. I'll talk to you dorks tomorrow.
Dipper Pines: Night!
Mabel Pines: Nighty night!
Stanford Pines: Goodnight, dear.
Stanley Pines: Night, Creature From the Deep.
Wendy Corduroy: Aw, shut up.