Mabel was holding a snow globe, humming as she put it onto the shelf.

She was certainly working, but her mind was elsewhere, thinking about the séance. In fact, she'd been thinking about it the whole day. She was even wearing her favorite sweater for it— a navy blue one with a little felt ghost and the word 'boo!' stitched on.

She also couldn't help but think about just who she was going to meet.

Maybe it was stupid, maybe she should be over it, but she was sort of hoping that Dipper would be there too.

Wendy's alarm went off, and Mabel dropped the snow globe she'd been holding onto the floor with a gasp.

"Ghost time!" They both exclaimed. Wendy hopped over the counter, running to the door as Mabel pulled her hair back into a ponytail, abandoning the shards of glass that had once been a piece of merchandise.

"Hold on you two."

Mabel and Wendy screeched to a halt, looking back at Stan.

"Okay, first of all, Mabel, pumpkin, could you please clean up that glass?"

"Sorry!" She said, quickly snatching the dustpan and broom from a confused Soos and beginning to sweep up the glass.

"Second of all, where are you two running off to?" Stan continued. "Wendy, I told you that you were working overtime."

"But Mr. Pines, Mabel and I had plans!"

"No. You're working."

Mabel, realizing that Wendy wasn't going to be able to get out of trouble on her own, walked over to the counter and looked up at her Grunkle with her world-famous Mabel Puppy Dog Eyes. "Pleeeaase?" She begged. "You wouldn't let your favorite niece's plans go to waste, would you?"

Stan stared at her for a few moments, blinking, before looking away. "Nyeh, fine. I'm taking money out of your paycheck though, Wendy," He said, though Mabel knew he was just saying that.

"OkayThanksGrunkleStanWe'reGonnaGoNowBye!"

"Kid, wait, ya still have to—" Stan trailed off as they ran out the door, slamming it shut.

He looked to the glass shards still on the floor, and Soos standing there, staring at the abandoned dustpan.

"That kid's gonna be the death of me," He grunted, before sighing. "Soos, could you clean that up?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Pines!"


"Nice work getting Stan off our backs there, Mabes," Wendy chuckled, punching her lightly in the shoulder.

She grinned proudly at the praise, giggling a little. "It's a skill that comes with being the niece of an expert criminal."

"Hah, fair enough," Wendy chuckled. "Anyway, you ready to set off?"

"Yep!" She exclaimed, before tensing a little. "Wait, we're not going in a car, are we?"

"Yes, I'm going to traumatize you," Wendy deadpanned, rolling her eyes. "But seriously, I wouldn't do that to you. Are you good with bikes? If not, we can walk, it's not that far."

"No, yeah, bikes are cool as long as we're not going on a busy street."

"Alright, cool," Wendy said, walking to the bike parking and walking her bike over. "I'm not sure if I already told you, but invited my friends." She said, tossing a helmet to Mabel as she put her own helmet on.

"That's fine! The more, the merrier!" Mabel chirped, buckling her helmet. "Let's get going!"


As they approached the convenience store, they were greeted by a sign that declared rather bluntly that trespassers would be killed.

"Looks like they don't really cut corners here."

"Yeah, that sign must be sharp," Wendy chuckled, elbowing Mabel, who laughed at the joke as well. "You can climb fences, right?"

"I've got a better idea," Mabel said, pulling out her grappling hook. "GRAPPLING HOOK!" She cried out, shooting it at a branch above her

It managed to pull her up, but as she prepared to swing over, she heard a loud crack break the air.

"Mabel, jump and roll!" Wendy cried out.

Mabel heeded the instruction just in time, though she didn't exactly stick the landing, tumbling face-first into the dirt.

"You good?" Wendy shouted from the other side of the fence, and Mabel lifted her hand in the 'ok' symbol.

"That was awesome!" An unfamiliar, masculine voice exclaimed.

She lifted herself off the ground, spitting out a bit of grass before looking up and seeing that she was surrounded by a gaggle of teens— Wendy's friends, more than likely.

"Hey guys!" Wendy exclaimed, hopping the fence, before helping Mabel up. "Mabel, these are my friends. Nate and Lee," She pointed to a lanky teen with long, blonde hair and a guy in a trucker cap.

In response to their names, Nate punched Lee in the gut. Lee grunted in pain at first, but ended up laughing.

"Tambri," She moved on to a girl with pink hair

Tambri lifted their hand in a half-hearted wave, giving an 'eh' of acknowledgement as they texted on a phone which, honestly, didn't really look like it could text.

"Thompson, who once ate a runover waffle for 50 cents…" She pointed to a chubby guy in a green jacket.

"Don't tell them that…" Thompson mumbled, looking down.

"And Robbie." She finished with the guy who's attire screamed 'emo', with fingerless gloves (were their hands not cold?), a heart with a stitch through it on his jacket, and the most edgy hair part she'd ever seen in her life. "You can probably figure him out."

"Yeah, I'm the guy who spraypainted the tower." He flipped his hair, which Mabel, again, could only describe as emo.

"Oh! The big muffin?" Mabel asked, and a ripple of snickers ran through the group.

"Um, it's a giant explosion." Robbie growled.

"It does kind of look like a muffin," Lee chuckled, and the group laughed, multiple voicing agreement.

Robbie shot a baleful glare at Mabel as the others walked to the front door.

"What? It's true," She said, shrugging. Robbie scowled as she ran off to catch up with the group, before following begrudgingly.

Wendy tugged on the door, before sighing. "It must be locked. Anyone got any ideas?"

"I can try!" Mabel said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, we can't open it, but I bet the noodly sweater kid can," Robbie snarked.

"Robbie, leave her alone! She's just a kid." Wendy said, looking to Mabel.

"Sure I am," Mabel shrugged. "But I've got something you don't! A GRAPPLING HOOK!" She exclaimed, shooting it up at the top of the building. It pulled her upwards, and she heard the others gasp as she ran over to the vent, punching it.

"Hey! Mabel, take it easy!" Wendy shouted, though Mabel ignored her, busting down the grate and crawling into the vent.

With an 'oomph', she landed on the floor, before shaking her head and pulling herself up, running to the door and opening it, gesturing for the others to come inside.

The group chattered excitedly, running inside (except for Robbie, who was still being an angst-bucket).

"Good call inviting this little maniac!" Lee exclaimed.

Tambry didn't say anything, but she was smiling as she looked at her phone, so she was either looking at pictures of kittens or she was posting about it.

"Your new name is Dr. Fun Times," Lee said, pointing finger guns at her, which she gladly returned, smiling.

"Cool!" Thompson said.

Robbie didn't say anything as he walked inside, but Mabel could tell the emo was angry about something.

As Wendy walked inside, she gave Mabel a fistbump. "Nice work, dude."

Mabel grinned a little wider at the praise, before scrambling inside with the others.

"Do you guys really think this place is haunted?" Thompson asked as the door clicked shut behind them.

"Well, we're gonna find out." Wendy replied, grinning.

None of them noticed the 'open' sign beginning to spin wildly behind them, before landing on 'closed'.