Apparently ...'s don't make it in the title...so it really looks like this: Playing Mini Golf...At Night

LumpyApple: Congrats! You got my latest reference from the last chapter.

RECAP: "Reminds me of a level in a game I liked to play...if there was a pig hanging right around here." I move my hand in a circular motion in an area I'm indicating. "And zombies chasing you every round that is...maybe a mystery box over there..." I mumble to myself, not noticing the two leaving.

For those who don't know, I was referencing the map; 'Five' from 'Call of Duty Black Ops 1 Zombies' On the third floor there is a bunch of lab stuff, (Super creepy) and in one of the rooms is a pig, which I described last chapter! Also the Mystery Box can spawn in that room as well :)

"Ooooooh I just can't WAIT to show Dipper!" Mabel squeals and hugs a newspaper to her chest. "Wait! What if he doesn't like it, what if he thinks my smile is all wonky?!"

"Mabel, you're over-thinking this, Dipper'll love it! Even if you do look wonky!" She slaps me in the shoulder and we both laugh.

Mabel and I have been visiting the press, with Toby Determined, all week to get her picture in the newspaper. He finally called us today and told us that it was completed and she's been excited ever since six this morning, waking me up sporadically. It makes it extra sad to know how depressed she's going to be in just a few minutes.

I go to open the front door but I get jerked back suddenly. Letting go of the arm she grabbed me with, Mabel blocks the door with her arms and legs extended. I stumble a bit, trying to regain my lost balance, and then glare at her, "Mabel, what the heck?"

"Macie! I have the perfect plan, also, sorry not sorry!" She says the last part really fast, but I heard what she said.

Sighing deeply, I relax my shoulders a bit, no longer on edge, "What's this plan that had to have me jerked away from the door violently instead of telling me?" I raise my left eyebrow.

She sheepishly rubs the back of her neck, smiling and avoiding eye contact, "Heh, yeah maybe I was a little too tough. But anyway!" her arms go out wide with the newspaper, ready to tell me her plan, "I'm going to burst through the front door, all happy and wave my newspaper around." Seeing my confused and questioning gaze, she continues, "Because! Then Dipper, and maybe even Stan, if he's in the same room, will be super curious and be like 'Oh my goodness what do you have in your hand, Mabel!?'" she says all in one breath, so now she is breathing heavily, trying to regain what she lost.

"Uhhh, okay?" 'I honestly have no idea what to say...'

"Yes, alright! Let's do it!" She spins around and opens the door, giddily running inside, yelling, "It's here, it's here!" over and over.

I smile and shake my head, making my way inside and pushing Dipper over from his spot on the couch. 'Payback for when he pushed me over, sat down next to me, and stuck an elbow in my spleen!' "Ow!" Dipper moves my elbow a little bit and rubs his side, then addressing Mabel, "What's here?"

"The Gravity Falls Gossiper accepted my article about summer fashion tips for squirrels. My picture is gonna be in the newspaper! Check it!" She shoves it into our faces, and looks away as we scan over it.

"'Pacifica Northwest declares v-neck the look of the season!' What am I looking at here?" Grunkle Stan reads over our shoulders.

Mabel's face shows one of pure shock as she turns the newspaper over to see it for herself, "Woah, woah, WHAT?!"

'I mean, why didn't she see it first to begin with is what I wanna know...'

"Looks like someone bought her way to the front page." Dipper rolls his eyes.

"Ugh, Pacifica! She always ruins everything!" Mabel sounds angry but her face shows a somber mood.

I decide to take Dipper's line, "Aw, cheer up Mabel! I mean, no one even reads newspapers anymore."

Looking confused, Dipper mutters, "That's...exactly what I was about to say."

"Dudes! V-neck season is upon us! Who wants to help me get ahead of the fashion curve? I'm taking it one step further," Soos says, having barged into the room and took out a pair of scissors, "with a 'w' neck!" He starts to cut a 'w' into his shirt collar instead of a 'v', visibly upsetting Mabel further.

The paper in the girl's hand falls limp as she stomps to the dining table, angrily pouring a glass of orange juice and then gulping it down, wiping her lip. "Aack! I need something to get my mind off this."

"Well, maybe the TV will help us." I turn the TV on with the remote control, knowing that the mini golf commercial is going to come on.

"Looking for a distraction from your horrible life?" 'Ah cartoon logic...' The TV commercial instantly comes on and addresses us, Mabel specifically.

Said girl's head springs up, gasping, "Why yes!"

"Victory, honor, destiny, mutton! These old-timey sounding words are alive and well at the Gravity Falls Royal Discount Putt Hutt!" The over enthusiastic spokesman then disappears from view, the screen flashes, *No mutton available at the snack shop*.

"Ah mutton, gotta love it." I daze and wobble my head while the two guys give me a weird look. "What?" They don't answer, but they do stop looking at me.

"Anyway," Dipper laughs and seemingly pulls a photo book out from nowhere, "Mabel! You love mini-golf!" Dipper points to a couple photos of her when we 'apparently' went mini-golfing. "She's been amazing at it since we were kids! What do you say, Mabel? We've had a stressful couple of days. How 'bout we take a break, huh?"

Stan smiles, "Would kicking all our butts at mini-golf cheer you up?"

"Maybe a little..." A small grin starts to form on the sullen girl's face.

"Yeah, let's go! I haven't gone mini-golfing for...uh" 'I guess I shouldn't really say.'

"Eh, it's been a while, sis." Dipper wraps an arm around me, then looks to Mabel, "Come on, Mabel! Victory!" He pumps his free fist.

My sister's smile grows wider, also pumping a fist into the air as we make our way out the shack, "Honor!"

Stan joins in, too, "Destiny!"

Before Soos can say mutton, I do, "Mutton!"

We keep chanting those words even when we get into the car. Soos says that Waddles can watch the house until we get back, so I picture the pig on the couch, where he was last, oinking and cueing the theme song.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: "Hey, those are lewd hand gestures!" (Wow Robbie, being naughty are we? ;) )~~

"Ahh, mini-golf! The sport of mini-champions!" Mabel breathes out.

"The grass is fake but the fun is real!" Dipper adds with a laugh.

"So where do we get our balls and whatnot?" Soos asks, and I almost lose my composure. 'Don't be inappropriate and laugh at a time like this, Macie!'

"Eh, over there, let's go." Stan points to an area, assuming we pay there, and he whacks Dipper over the back of his head, causing him to grunt and move forward. While walking over, I spin around in every direction, looking at all the cool attractions and courses.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: "Focus, even in these desperate times." The Resilience perk in Dead By Daylight~~

After getting our equipment, we set off to hole one, then hole two and so on, all the way to hole eighteen through the time span of an hour instead of a short montage with music thrown in. *Sigh* 'I'm sucking aren't I?' I'm not keeping points, Dipper is, so I wouldn't know anyways.

"Guys, this is amazing! If Mabel gets a hole in one here, she'll beat her all-time high score!" Dipper tells us while looking down to the score sheet, tapping it with a pencil top.

The girl with all the pressure on herself breathes in and out, wiggling her hips and finally hitting the golf ball. The ball clinks and bounces off walls before almost falling into the hole but instead positioned itself into a puddle. "Aw, nuts!" she cries and slams the putter down.

I rub her back for comfort as the crowd disperses with a round of "Aw's"

"Ah, don't worry about it kid! The thing's random!" Stan tries to encourage her.

"Yeah, besides the Bermuda Triangle, how mini-golf works is our world's greatest mystery," Soos says, his eyes closed in deep thought.

"Uh, guys?" I point to a golf ball that just landed in the hole, Pacifica standing beside us looking all high and mighty. They all gasp in unison as she smirks.

"Oh, would you look at that? I didn't know it was 'hobos golf-free' day!"

"Pacifica." Mabel grinds her teeth together.

"Well well well," the young girl gives her trainer her glove and her putter, addressing us, "if it isn't the Pines family! She points to Soos, "Fat," then Stan, "old," then Dipper, "lame," then me, which worries me the most, "nervous wreck," huh, I thought of worse words she could have said, "and braces," she finally finishes her insults.

I feel a presence lean down to my ear and Stan asks, "Macie, would it be wrong to punch a child?" 'Little change in who he asks, but okay...'

"No, but I'm willing to suffer the consequences." I crack my knuckles.

"Hang on guys, I got this," Dipper reassures us, and lowers my fists. "Hey, Pacifica! How's that whole 'your family being frauds' thing working out for you?" His malicious smirk only makes the girl in question's rise higher.

"Great, actually! That's the thing about money! It makes problems go away!" 'Ugh, I hate the tone she uses.'

"Hey, Pacifica, is your drama going to have an intermission soon? I've got crap to do. Like playing golf with my family."

"Wo-ho! Zing!" Grunkle Stan grins so wide it looks like it could rip off his face as he gives me a big high-five.

"Ugh, whatever! I'm the best golfer here!" Pacifica flips her hair.

"Nuh-uh, money can't buy you skill! You walked into the game of a mini-golf champion!" Mabel says, taking the front stage and jabbing her thumb to her chest.

"Ha!" the snob snaps her fingers, "Sergei!" Said man walks up from the shadows, "This is Sergei, my trainer!"

"The Sportylmpics had mini-golf once. I took gold!" After saying that, the trainer pulls his collar down to show a gold medal around his neck.

"Looks fake," I think out loud. 'Whoops.' The two send a glare at me while Dipper, Soos, and Stan stifle a chuckle.

"Anyway," she fake smiles, "if you and your weirdo sister don't mind moving out of the way of the professionals! Hmpf..." Pacifica mimics Mabel's hip wiggling and hits the ball, successfully making it past a volcano hole and scores a hole in one.

The entire crowd gasps as Pacifica walks off like she made an explosion go off behind her or something. "Enjoy second place. Give her a hand, folks!" and she starts to take her leave. 'Good riddance!'

The pity clapping that the crowd forcefully gives to Mabel upsets her, appropriately. 'They're even upsetting me...which now that I think about it, isn't all that surprising...'

Looking around, embarrassed, Mabel explodes, "Oh, yeah? Well... I want a rematch, you... you WALKING ONE-DIMENSIONAL BLEACHED BLONDE VALLEY GIRL STEREOTYPE!" 'Isn't she two-dimensional!?'

Storing that thought for later, I pat Mabel on her back, "Yeah Mabel! You get her!" She succeeded in angering the blond, for she turned around with an eye twitching.

"Like, let's do this!" she pouts.

"Like, zoinks! You're so on!" I smirk back at her, ignoring everyone else's confused gaze. 'Man, the Pines family would LOVE Scooby Doo!'

~~Time Skip brought to you by: In loving memory of Big Henry: You will be dearly missed! #PoorPolly~~

"So, it's like seven-forty-something and we're just gonna go through a whole 'nother eighteen holes?" I ask the question when no one else seems to want to. "It's pretty much dark out, with these clouds moving in on us," I say, shielding my eyes and looking to the sky.

"Eh, it's not too bad, Macie," Dipper shrugs. Grunkle Stan grumbles while Soos looks on excitedly.

Before Mabel can start, the golf employee enters the scene, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Honk honk!" 'He's only saying the word 'honk' and not actually honking his horn...?' The weird man crashes into a lamppost a few times before continuing, "Stop at once! The park is now closed due to weather! The King of Mini-golf has spoken!"

"It's just cloudy?" I hold a hand up when a drop of rain splatters onto my palm. "Never mind, yup, it's raining and I'm getting out of here." I swipe Dipper's hat off his head, causing a surprised yip and an arm trying to wrestle it back. 'Man I forgot how much I love this hat being on MY head...I miss my pins as well.'

"M-Macie! Give it back! Come on!" I hold it up high so he can't reach it as he struggles in the downpour.

"Nope, you can get it back if you can convince Grunkle Stan to take us out to tacos!" I tease him, already knowing that we'll be getting tacos. 'Although, I don't know how we go to get tacos, since it never says why they went in the show..sooo.'

"Errg, fine! Grunkle Stan!" Dipper calls, running off. I laugh and place the hat back onto my slightly messed up hair.

Mabel comes up to me, after Pacifica left, wringing out her hair as she sighs angrily, "We're coming back at midnight, me and Pacifica are ending this here, tonight!" The sound of water splashes onto the ground when she twists her hair.

"Right, playing mini golf...at night!" I throw her a couple finger guns and she laughs wholeheartedly.

"Okay guys, we're getting tacos! Let's go!" Dipper runs back to us, out of breath and either sweating or just rain falling down his forehead. "Can I have my hat now?" He reaches for it but I pull it away.

"Nuh-uh, not until we get to the place!" I wink and run to the shelter of the car.

We pull up to Hermanos Brothers Diner and we get a booth inside. Soos orders whatever and Mabel gets nachos for the both of us, since Dipper didn't want anything to do with me at the moment. In fact, he's still sitting and sulking with his hat in his hand. 'Guess I'll have to hand feed Mabel nachos?'

"Ah!" Mabel makes the sound when she opens her mouth, awaiting a chip to enter. I sigh and pick one up, ready to drop it in when Dipper beats me to it. 'Fine with me then...' I pop the chip into my own mouth.

Mabel and Dipper do their thing for a few more minutes before Mabel's sulking goes too far for herself, "Time to scratch mini-golf off my talents list."

Soos takes a bite of his burrito, "Aw, don't give up, Mabel."

"Yeah! If you beat her at this, she can never rag on you again. Imagine it!" Dipper moves his hands in the same way SpongeBob did when he said "Imagination!"

Mabel's frown turns up slightly, so I imagine her imagining that store and Pacifica getting burned. Jumping up suddenly she spooked me and made me drop a chip, Mabel puts her hands on her hips, "You're right, guys. I just need to practice a little more before midnight." I ignore her as I depressingly stare at my poor chip on the dirty tiled floor.

"Go to the golf course after dark, you say? I don't know, we'd have to break in and- Just kidding let's break in!" Stan shouts.

"AFTER! I eat my food, thank you." I gingerly pick up another nacho cheese covered tortilla chip and gracefully munch on it.

"Ugh, now you're eating slow on purpose!" Stan cries.

AngelPines:

Here's a question. Do you plan on using any of the shorts that aired in between seasons? Like the giant tooth or the left facing man?

My answer: No. I never even really thought about those or implementing them in my story. It's pretty much on the strict episode list. BUT I could have them as special one-shots or something after I have completed this story. If you guys would like that? After this I'm sure I'll be getting lots of requests for certain things, so I'm not too sure right now.

taffyrocks99: What's ya favorite color?

My answer: My favorite color is purple. Also, green because it goes with my red hair and blue because, Pine Tree :D

Thanks for asking me! Also, did anyone get the title reference? Let me know! I have a full Dipper outfit that I love to wear, hat and all! The hat has its whole fish-net sides covered in pins from different fandoms!