"Now, listen to me carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. I want a large triple non-fat white chocolate cappuccino with honey, foam, an extra pump of vanilla, and extra whipped cream. Oh, yes, and I want all of this to be vegan. You got that?" Dipper grinned at the very flustered barista.

"Um, yes?" she sputtered.

He smiled sweetly. "Good, because otherwise I'm going to sue you."

"I-I see." She turned to Mabel. "And for you, miss?"

Mabel stared her down, causing her to shrink slightly. "French pressed black coffee. And be quick about it, I have places to be."

The barista nodded hurriedly. "Of course, miss." She set off in a flurry making their drinks.

As the pair walked just outside the café to find a table, Dipper snorted. "Where could you possibly have to be in this town? Do you have an urgent meeting with a groundhog?"

Mabel rolled her eyes. She found a table and collapsed into it, Dipper doing the same in the opposite chair. "Our uncles have called me into the office to discuss important business this afternoon. You wouldn't have heard about it."

Dipper face shifted for only a second before adjusting to his signature smirk. "Oh, that's a shame. I thought for a second that you might have a hot date."

She shook her head. "Must you always be so juvenile? I have no time to behave like a fool."

Dipper shrugged. "Your loss. Speaking of dates...I'm afraid I'm going to have miss dinner tonight, I have a reservation at the Diamond Club for Ciara and I."

Mabel paused in her thoughts. "Don't you mean Tiffany?"

He shot her a devilish grin. "No."

She scoffed.

A high pitched squeal interrupted Mabel's disdain as they both turned to the direction of the noise. Two girls were running towards them, not paying attention to the annoyed customers around them.

The first girl looked like she had jumped straight out of the Heathers, with a green pin-striped blazer, a silver brooch, and a matching green skirt. She had white stockings that reached her knees, and clunky black Mary Janes. She was petite, with very pale skin and stick straight hair the color of licorice. Over her chocolate brown eyes, she wore purple rhinestone glasses, which matched her sparkly purple phone perfectly.

The girl just behind her seemed to be her polar opposite. She was bulky, with tanned, weathered skin and a mess of shoulder length auburn hair. She wore a long-sleeved yellow shirt underneath a frilly purple shirt with yellow ducklings on it. She had a faded pair of blue jeans on, and a pair of lavender high tops. A single yellow barrette kept her auburn hair out of her face.

The girl in green, who was apparently the cause of all the noise, excitedly grabbed a chair from a nearby and pulled up next to Mabel. "Mabel, Mabel, Mabel!" she squealed.

Mabel turned to her, disinterested. "What is it, Candy? It had better be important."

Candy scrolled through her phone feverishly as the bulkier girl grabbed another chair and sat down beside her. "Remember that girl who spilled soup on your designer heels three weeks ago?"

Mabel inspected her nails. "Disgusting girl. Couldn't even afford a few hundred dollars to pay me back. What about her?"

"Well..." Candy grinned maniacally. "I was digging through her profile on social media and I found this post she made five years ago." She held it up for Mabel to see. It read, To be honest, I think I might be homophobic. I don't know, I just don't want them around me.

"Ha!" Mabel cried in delight. "Does she still post things like this?"

Candy rolled her eyes. "No, it turns out she had a lot of self esteem issues with herself. She's become a major online activist for lesbian rights, but who cares? Once I unearth this, she's never going to be able to walk under the sun again."

"Good work, Candy. See if you can find anything on the girl who wore the same jacket as me last Tuesday, alright?"

"Of course! It's my specialty," she purred. She then turned her attention to the boy sitting on the other side of the table, who was absorbed in a fashion magazine. "Hi, Dipper. How are you lately?" She flashed him a catlike grin.

He didn't even look up. "Hi, Grenda."

Candy fumed.

Grenda, apparently not noticing the tense atmosphere, waved with enthusiasm. "Hi, Dipper!" she exclaimed with a deep voice. "What are you reading?"

Dipper waved his hand flippantly. "Oh, just a fashion magazine. Say, do you think this vest would look good on me? It suits my aesthetic, but I'm not sure this color would be very flattering on me."

"I think it's great! You can pull off any color."

"You're absolutely right! What am I saying, I look good in everything."

Mabel slammed her hands down on the table, interrupting their conversation. "Where is my coffee?" she growled.

Dipper rolled his eyes so hard they almost went into the back of his head. "Do you know nothing of patience? It'll be done in a minute, don't get your Pradas in a twist."

She grit her teeth. "Yes, well, I told her to make it snappy. I have better things to do than sit with you all afternoon outside a coffee shop." She began to storm off towards the café.

He got up, trying to calm her down. "Mabel, listen. We're here to not draw too much attention to ourselves. Brutally murdering the entire café might make a few heads turn. So just sit back down and wait like a normal person."

Mabel whipped around like lightning, seething. "I'm not normal, Dipper! I'm not like you, who lounges about and does nothing with your miserable life! Unlike you, I have a purpose."

As she turned on her heel, Dipper decided it was in his best interest to not inform her of the two teens barrelling down the sidewalk, straight on a collision course towards her. One of them, a girl, slammed straight into Mabel, causing the girl's mango milk tea to spill all over her blouse.

The look on Mabel's face was priceless enough to make it worth it, even if he was probably going to have wipe blood off his clothes later.

...

"...And there's more than just zombies and werewolves in here. It has crazy stuff like leprecorns and stomach-faced ducks!"

"Uh-huh," Pacifica uttered, people watching from her café table. It was their first time at this shop, and she had to say, the mango milk tea wasn't bad.

Gideon slammed the journal down on the table, startling Pacifica out of her daze. "Are you even listening to me?" he snapped.

She sighed. "No, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that this book has dozens of bizarre creatures in here, not just the ones you find in a supernatural film. Do you think we can find any of these in the forest?" Gideon exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with delight.

"You know, I wouldn't mind a nice vampire, though. Do you remember Twilight?"

"I try to forget everyday."

Pacifica rolled her eyes. "You just don't want to admit that it's good. Back to your earlier question, what happened to there's nothing in these woods, let's go to a boba shop?"

"Yes, well, that was before I found confirmation from a credible source!" he insisted.

"From a journal that you found in a creepy lab, written by a mysterious author that has hidden his identity?" she asked, incredulous.

""You said it yourself, it's like it was torn straight out of a fantasy novel. This is the most credible source there is," he said, putting his hands up.

"Alright, alright, you have a point. But I'm only going with you to look for a hot vampire that shimmers in the sunlight!" she conceded.

"Good to hear it."

Suddenly, Pacifica's phone dinged, and she pulled it out of her messenger bag to read the text message. When she read it, her eyes widened and she gasped. She showed it to Gideon to see, and he saw that it was a text from Melody.

"Gideon, look! Singular Timez is playing at the Gravity Ascends Auditorium next month! Melody says that if I want tickets, I have to get them now, because they're usually all gone in just a few hours. Come on, Gideon, I have to go!"

"What the-" Pacifica grabbed his arm before he could finish his sentence, barrelling down the sidewalk with her mango milk tea.

"Pacifica, stop!" Gideon protested, pulling her arm back harshly.

She whipped her head around, still running. "What?"

Slam!

Next thing she knew, she was on the ground, her mango milk tea spilled everywhere. It was on her shoes, it was on the sidewalk...and as she looked up, it was also all over the girl in front of her's blouse. The brown haired girl was fuming, her fists clenching and eyes twitching.

Pacifica gasped and shot to her feet. "I'm so sorry-I wasn't looking where I was going-here, I'll go get some napkins-"

She turned quickly to head to the café, but the girl blocked her path with her cerulean pump. "Like I'm going to let someone like you even get within a few feet of me," she scoffed. "I sure hope you can pay for this?" She gestured to her white blouse, which was now covered in orange tea.

"Um..." Pacifica was taken aback by her haughty attitude, but she figured this girl was probably just having an off day. "Yeah, sure, I can pay for it. How much is it?"

She smirked. "Approximately 500 dollars. I hope you have that in cash, or you might have to sell some of your Barbie dolls."

Pacifica froze, then she bristled. How dare someone talk to her like that? Sure, she had made a mistake, but it was no reason to be so conceited. She reminded her a lot of the popular, wealthy girls who had often made fun of her. "There's no need to be so snobbish about it. I'm only trying to help."

The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well, I would never need help from you. So thanks, but no thanks. However...you do need to pay me for the blouse. Make sure to mail in $500 by the end of the week, or you won't like what will happen next."

She started on her heel to leave, but a boy suddenly showed up and pulled her back by her shoulders. He was also obviously wealthy, and while it was obvious that he and the girl were related, their dispositions couldn't be more different.

"Come on, Mabel, have a heart! It was just an accident, wasn't it, miss?" he asked, smiling sweetly next to his sputtering counterpart, who was apparently named Mabel. He was good looking, but there was something that wasn't quite right with his smile. It felt...tight.

"U-um...yes, it was." She turned back to Mabel as apologetically as she could, though she didn't feel much sympathy. "I'm really sorry, I'll pay more attention next time."

"See?" The boy grinned and took his arm off of Mabel's shoulders. "My name is Dipper Gleeful, by the way." He bent forward and kissed her hand, causing her to blush slightly before she could stop it. "Just in case you wanted to see me again."

Gideon suddenly interjected, coming in between the two. She had almost forgotten he was there. "Yes, thank you for understanding, we should probably get going now." He swatted Dipper's hand away, who snorted.

"As you wish. I'm sure you have many errands to run for Santa Claus or something, right?" he sneered.

Gideon bristled, but not nearly as much as Pacifica. "Why you-" she started, but Mabel interrupted her.

"Don't be such an oaf, brother. I think he looks awfully cute," Mabel said with sincerity.

Dipper looked at his sister like she was an alien. Pacifica was stunned speechless. Gideon looked like he was going to be sick.

Mabel blushed when she noticed everyone else's reactions and she stuck her nose up in the air. "The point is, this idiotic girl needs to pay me back for ruining my designer blouse by next week. Candy, Grenda, get my things. We're leaving."

She stomped off towards two girls sitting at a table a few feet away, and they quickly went to work picking up Mabel's many purses. Dipper winked at me. "Maybe I'll see you around some time, blondie."

He spun around to leave with his sister, but Pacifica was on her last nerve. She stuck her pink high top right in front of his path, causing him to trip with a yelp into the gooey mango mess on the ground. He shot to his feet, and fumed when he saw the stain on his expensive clothes.

He smiled at them, but it was tight and unnerving. "You two are newcomers here, so I'm going to give you some friendly advice. Don't push your luck with us, because if you get on our nerves, we'll return the favor tenfold."

He strutted off.

"Ugh!" Pacifica growled, shaking from head to toe. "The audacity of some people!"

"Calm down, they're just spoiled rich kids. What could they do besides sue us?" Gideon remarked.

The door to the café suddenly opened, and a flustered barista popped out with two cups of coffee. "Mabel and Dipper?" She looked around and sighed in exasperation when there was no sign of them. "I don't get paid enough at this job."