This one's not a prompt/headcanon/from the blog, but a thought I had.

Of the triplets going through a Disney phase.

The triplets going through a Disney phase and getting Uncle Dipper to learn all the music for sing-alongs.

And then this happened.

Jamie sniffled and tried to hide it – she wasn't a crybaby, no matter what the boys on the daycare said – but she wanted her mommy. This adventure wasn't fun anymore, like the man from the playground had promised it would be.

Instead, after he'd given her a piece of candy, he'd dragged her down to a dark basement with a bunch of other adults in weird robes, sat her down in the corner, tied her to a pipe, told her to stay put and be quiet, and threatened to smack her when she cried.

The adults were arguing, something about candles and chanting and someone called Alcor and big words and Jamie didn't understand what they were talking about but it didn't sound like a fun game. Maybe it would be fun after Mr. Alcor got here? Because she wasn't having fun at all, and she was ready to go home.

Then one of them grabbed her, cutting her free from the pipe and dragging her over to the circle. The rest of the adults started some kind of chant in a strange language and the one holding her raised a knife, slicing across Jamie's arm even as she cried and struggled.

Her blood splattered into the circle and hissed, smoke boiling around the lines of chalk as they lit up with gold light that flowed through the lines like liquid.

As the light finished filling all the lines of the circle there were yells and banging from upstairs and the adults started to panic, dropping Jamie to the floor to rush upstairs.

Jamie sat at the edge of the circle where she'd fallen, crying and wishing harder than ever for her mommy.

Another day, another summoning – same dark basement, cheap candles, no cultists, crying kid...

Wait, no cultists and a crying kid?

Confused and a little alarmed, Dipper drifted down to the ground, letting his demonic appearance drift away to reveal his everyday, human-ish form. He twisted until he could see at least part of the kid's face behind her hands, masking the snarl that wanted to rise when he realized it was her blood in the circle that had called him.

"Hey," he said, in the voice he reserved for his niblets, "You're pretty young for demon summoning, kiddo."

The kid sniffed and looked up, rubbing a hand across her eyes. "You're a demon?" she asked, voice slurred by her tears and age.

"Probably the only nice one in the world, so don't get any ideas about summoning demons for things," Dipper said, well aware of how true and conditional his status as 'nice' was, how dependent on both his summoner and his own state of mind it could be. He just hoped he'd never lose himself so far that kids as small as this one would have to fear him... "Did you summon me?"

"The mean 'dults did," she said. "They said there was candy an' there'd be games but then they tied me up and they hurt me, look," she said, holding out her slashed arm for proof. Dipper made a suitably sympathetic noise (mentally debating just how he'd make the cultists pay for hurting a child to summon him, one smaller even than the triplets, though thankfully the slash wasn't a deep one), and she looked up at him, lip wibbling.

"It hurts, and I want my mommy," she said, sniffling. "She'd kiss it better. Will you kiss it better?" she asked, holding the wounded arm out toward Dipper.

Okay, he could do this...carefully Dipper took the arm she held out to him. A quick lick gave him enough blood to call it even, too fast for the kid to register what he'd done, and he pressed a kiss to the wound on her arm, scabbing it over and stopping the pain. It was shallow enough she'd likely not scar from it, but he couldn't do much more than scab it over with just a taste of blood. Not for someone who wasn't family.

She sniffled, giving a wobbly smile through her tears as her arm stopped hurting.

She was still radiating scared unhappiness, and Dipper could sense the cultists upstairs – there were other adults up there, breaking up the cult, so the cultists weren't coming back down anytime soon – but neither was anyone else, not for awhile. And Dipper wasn't taking this tiny child up there until it was safe. Right now, some cultist was likely to get the idea to try using her as a hostage, or the rescuers would freak out over the demon holding a small child and make things more complicated. Not that he could blame them, but still.

"What's your name, Mr. Demon?" the little girl asked, sniffling but trying to be brave and drawing Dipper's attention back to her. She held out a hand to shake, too young to understand just what she was offering. "I'm Jamie."

Gently Dipper took the offered hand, willing the flames away, the sudden urge to use the freely given name against the child. "They call me Alcor. It's a star."

Aaand she was starting to tear up again. "Mr. Alcor? I want my mommy..."

No, no, no tears... as much as Dipper wanted to, he couldn't just blip her out of here. She wasn't unwanted, just kidnapped, he could feel it – and her parents were outside, waiting desperately for the police to bring them their little girl. If he could just distract her for a little while, until they got here... "Who's that on your shirt, princess?"

Jamie giggled at the demon who didn't know who Disney princesses were. "It's Jasmine," she said proudly. "She's my favorite."

"Why's that?" Dipper asked, taking another 'glance' upstairs. He folded his legs to sit on the air, cross legged, in front of the little girl. It was going to take awhile to get the adults downstairs, and unless he wanted everyone to know he had a soft spot for kids he'd be best off just keeping her calm down here until they finished up there.

Jamie sniffled a little, significantly more cheerful as she began chatting about just why Jasmine was her favorite princess. Dipper smiled and nodded as she chatted on, making sure to keep his mouth closed so his teeth wouldn't scare her, warmed through by the easy trust she was showing him.

"...and I love her songs the best," Jamie finished, grinning proudly. Dipper's ear flicked, listening to the commotion above that had yet to reach them as it grew louder before fading again.

Damn, but that cult was determined not to go down easy. Then again, if they were willing to kidnap a child to sacrifice to a demon...

"You know, I might have heard of her, after all," Dipper said. "She sang Big New World, right?"

"Whole New World," Jamie giggled at the deliberate flub, like Dipper had hoped she would. "Can you sing it with me? Mommy sings with me when I get scared."

Ah, what the hell, they wouldn't hear him over the noise upstairs...just one wouldn't hurt...he nodded and the little girl beamed.

"You start, okay? I like doing Jasmine's part," she said, and well...how could he resist?

Dipper didn't realize how long the police were taking to clean up the cult upstairs until they had gone through a good four more songs, and they were interrupted in the middle of Supercalifragiliciousexpialidocious by a sharp gasp from the stairs.

Dipper twisted in midair, his head doing a full 180 without thinking in his surprise, (Jamie's reaction: "Neat!"), to see a man and woman on the staircase, staring at him in horror, and the worried verging on panicked colors hanging around them proclaimed them Jamie's parents.

If he hadn't figured it out before then, Jamie's ecstatic "Mommy!" was a dead giveaway as she scrambled to her feet and ran to the woman, who hurried to clutch her daughter in her arms.

Quietly panicking, Dipper salvaged as much dignity as he could as he twisted his body to match his head, giving the parents a slightly mocking salute.

"Better keep a closer eye on her," he said, letting a slight rumble into his voice. "Next time, she might not be so lucky."

"Bye Mr. Alcor!" Jamie called, waving enthusiastically as his form began to blur.

The indistinct figure waved back before disappearing completely, leaving two adults utterly dumbfounded as their child began chattering happily about her playmate, and sure of only one thing – no one was ever going to believe them.

A thanks again goes out to tonithelibrarian for editing this for me! And allow me a moment to brag – I was able to spell 'Supercalifragiliciousexpialidocious" right on the first go. /nerd