Greetings, I am back.

You see, I was about to make a new story, but then I realized one thing:

There is a writing competition called "NaNoWriMo," in which it challenges us to write a novel, or 50,000 words, in one month.

Yes, the competition is for fun, but you must try and hit the 50,000-word mark. I have done it before, so I am deciding to start my new story with that one.

The competition starts on November, so for now...I am back to this story.

Enjoy this very short chapter for now, plese.

;)

Chapter 21: Working Vacation

"So, we're working here?"

"But it's so fun!"

"That's because we're at the beach. Are you two poor?"

They were at the beach, but inside a fancy hotel overlooking it. Palm trees swayed in the wind, as waves crashed into the sparkling sands below. Hundreds of people were in the waters, swimming and surfing about. Hundreds more sat and lied down in the sun. More of them, however, ran and biked back and forth on the clean, black asphalt, as many went about their business.

"Ice cream for sale!" one vendor roared.

"Hot dogs for sale!" another shouted.

"Dexter's food pills for sale!" yet another yelled.

"Ugh," Mabel groaned, rubbing her belly. "Those things were awful!"

"Says the girl," Dipper grunted. "Who loves weird sprinkles and all."

"But no bikinis," Mabel teased.

"Mabel," Pacifica groaned. "This is no time to talk about it, not in front of boys."

"In front of a boy you like," Mabel said with a sly smile.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Do you...want me to wear one?" Pacific stammered.

Dipper hiccuped, coughing into his drink.

"Wait-wait-wait!" Dipper gasped. "That's not-Mabel!"

Mabel ran out the door, and another day passed by.

"Yay!" Mabel screamed, as she ran through the sands, taking off her clothing to reveal her own bikini.

With his right hand in a facepalm, Dipper approached the beach. Multiple boys sped by, crashing into each other with bicycles, skateboards, and even futuristic hoverboards, as they eyed the new girl.

"Ouch!" one roared.

"Ugh," another groaned. "Who's that cutie?"

"Is she a virgin?" one of them hiccuped, despite dazed from hitting a tree.

"Hey there!" yet another yelled, oblivious to his own pain. "Hot girl, how are you?"

Mabel was too far away to hear, as she crashed into the azure-blue waves, the white foam swirling around the shore.

"Dipper!" she roared. "And Pacifica! The wave is awesome!"

Dipper groaned, as he noticed the many boys, who were more interested in the new girl, rather than in their semi-serious injuries.

"Is she this excited?" Pacifica asked, as she unbuttoned her clothing. "I know she was, but even now?"

"Mabel is still Mabel," he replied, as he took his clothing off, revealing his own swimsuit.

Pacifica blinked, then turned around to blush. This time, another crash happened, this time by a group of girls. A team of bicyclists and a team of hover-boarders crashed into each other, their eyes focused on that new boy's looks.

"OK," Dipper said, raising an eyebrow. "I do not have six-pack abs, so why are they eyeing me?"

"Did you go to the gym?" Pacifica asked, regaining her composure.

"No."

"No?!" Pacifica asked. "But how...?"

"I semi-jogged with 5-lb dumbbells," Dipper replied.

"Semi-jogged?"

"More like trying to 'walk' the dog," Dipper said. "In this case, Mabel's pig...wait, where's Waddles?"

"He's at that place," Pacifica replied. "Oh, those kids at that weird anti-teen club? They're having fun."

"GET THAT PIG!"

A huge uproar ensued, as a group of kids with makeshift guns that somehow could fire chased a silhouette of pink flesh.

"Numbuh 40!" one person roared. "Get it!"

"Numbuh 67!" another yelled. "Go to your left!"

"Numbuh-ugh!" yet another screamed in pain, as Waddles managed to worm his way out, as the kids fired at him with impunity.

Amidst the chaos, a dark-skinned girl with a red hat groaned, her hands in a facepalm.

"I cannot believe it," she spoke. "Man, we can fight against adults, save the world from tyranny, and play like kids. Yet we have a hard time dealing with a pig?!"

"Numbuh 5," a boy with a big belly and goggles spoke, rubbing his stomach. "This must be a boar-ing day."

Numbuh 5 slapped her face again.

"Now I see why they left us with the pig," she groaned. "Teenage revenge at its best."

"Ah," Dipper said. "I see. We've had some issues with those kids..."

"I don't know what's up with them," Pacifica said. "But Mabel just gladly wanted them to watch over him, while we did missions with some of them. And now, we both decided to payback at them."

"Ah," Dipper said. "It's because they're bad-mouthing us or something?"

"I cannot blame them," Pacifica admitted. "They're still kids. Plus, they don't realize that in their world, they can be kid-heroes. But this is NOT their dimension, so their sense of reality is...way off."

"Like how to manage a pig," Dipper said.

"Correct," Pacifica replied. "That's why we let them deal with Waddles."

"Good point," Dipper said, as they continued to walk towards the shore. Behind them, the crowds of boys and girls who crashed quickly got up, with few scratches or bruises. Instead, they continued to eye the trio. Some of the boys stared at Mabel, while some of them now noticed Pacifica, who kept her biking hidden beneath her jacket. However, her very long, blond ponytail sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight. Meanwhile, the girls gazed at Dipper, who was trying to not look back at them.

Unfortunately, he looked back, and waved at them with a quick wave.

"AAAAHHHH!" the crowd of girls screamed, and ran towards him.

"Uh-oh," Dipper groaned, handing his stuff to Pacifica. "Let me run."

"You go boy," she replied, as Dipper ran as fast as he could on the sandy beach. Behind, a horde of bikini-clad girls struggled to catch their prey.

Pacifica watched them and rolled her eyes. However, she smiled as she stared at the waves.

"Well," she pondered. "Today and the last few days were crazy."

A week ago...

"Welcome to our base!" a voice erupted.

The trio sat in three chairs, in the middle of a lab. However, it felt more like a shiny mall, with clean, white walls and blue stripes all around. In front the trio was a teenage boy, clad in a white lab coat with bright, orange hair and cool glasses.

"I am Dexter," the boy replied. "And I am one of the leaders of the Fusionfall Sanctuary. So yes, we've heard some strange news about you three, a trio of Census Takers who have succeeded in their simple but important task."

The trio looked at each other.

"So you all may be confused," Dexter said. "So, let's get to the point."

The trio listened intently, in their own way. Dipper took out his tablet, and wrote as much as he could fervently. Mabel took out her own tablet, but seemed to draw random pictures. Pacifica took out her own tablet, plus a stand to keep it up like a musical stand.

"Fancy rich," Dipper grunted.

Pacifica frowned.

"Listen up!" Dexter declared. "You will have to write a lot, but we have three requests for you:

"One: now that you have proven to be competent, please take a census of our city.

"Two: some of my Dexbots need help, so please help them out.

"And three: you won't like this request."

The three looked at each other, then back.

Three hours earlier...

"Finally," she retorted. "We're back."

Bella London manages to infiltrate the Groom Falls again, this time with a new portal.

"I cannot believe that we had to make that deal," she spat.

"A deal is a deal," Rabin scoffed. "Now, my deal is done, right?"

"Hey!" he roared, as two muscular men dragged him. "What's the deal here? We made a deal!"

"A deal with the devil?" Bella spat. "That a chance."

"Traitor!" he roared.

"You're the real traitor here," she retorted. "You technically sold your guardian city, all just to gain power. Even your congregation has found out now."

"No!" he screamed.

"They already know," she noted. "Your job is done. Now, get out."

So, I hope that the story is back online.

I apologize if the chapter is rushed; I wanted it out soon, in order to get myself back into writing again.

I do not guarantee that I will fill in every plot, because...I realize that I have put too much.

Hence, I will try and tie in as many plots as possible. I hope to keep this story simpler than usual.

I wish you all well, especially for us Americans in the US; it's the election time.

X(

It's going to be crazy, but fortunately, I am safe in my area.

;)

Good luck out there.