HAT: We hit triple digits in followers! 101! WOO-HOO! *does happy dance* Enjoy, people!
Disclaimer: I would say, "would I be writing fanfiction if I owned Gravity Falls?" but I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Alex Hirsch secretly write fanfiction about his own show. So, I, HowAboutThat, do not own Gravity Falls or it's characters... just this plot and the OCs.
It takes roughly thirty minutes to get used to moving in their new cat bodies, but they manage and end up in front of the house with the dilemma of having to get in. Pacifica looks for an open window or something- there's gotta be something. Sadly she can find nothing no matter how many times they circle the house.
"Wait, there!" Stanford says, looking up at the roof.
"How're we supposed to get up there?" She asks, recalling the secret roof entrance/exit that Wendy often goes to goof off.
He does something akin to a smirk. "We're cats, Pep. We can climb anything."
She shrinks away with her ears flattening against her head and looks at how far they'd have to climb. "I dunno."
He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Figures I'd have to do this."
"Wait, do wha-" Pacifica lets out a yelp of surprise when he uses his mouth to pick her up by the scruff. Her body instinctively curls into a tighter ball and her tail comes closer to her body, but she's sure that this is a cat thing. "Hey! Put me down!"
"Deal with it," he mutters through a mouthful of scruff and pads over to the crates.
He bunches up his muscles and then leaps up onto the crates and then bounds up the rest with ease.
"Hey!"
Stanford freezes and then turns to see a dark brown tom with his muzzle completely silver and puts Pacifica down between his paws where she sits on her haunches to watch the ordeal. "Really, Stanley?! You followed us?!"
"I got worried, okay?! Pep didn't answer her phone," Stanley snaps.
"You didn't call me, I would've felt my phone vibrate," Pacifica replies.
"I called you ten minutes ago," he deadpans with a flat look on his face.
Stanford sighs and his ears flatten with mild annoyance. "Okay, okay... we've just gotta... get back to normal... Somehow."
Stanley's eyes widen. "You mean you don't know how to change back?!"
Pacifica's sapphire eyes roll in annoyance and she darts up the last crate. "Doesn't matter whether he does or not- it's not like Dipper and Mabel can understand us."
Stanley mutters something under his breath and then climbs up after his brother and adoptive daughter. "Alright, alright. Let's go. C'mon, kid- or should I say kit."
"I'm not that small!" She snaps only to be picked up by Stanford again.
"Shush up, kit," he says and she can hear his smirk even around a mouthful of her fur.
Instead of arguing she allows herself to be carried all the way up to the roof. When she's finally put down she swipes at her uncle halfheartedly and then peers down the latter.
"That's a long way down..."
Stanford nods. "Yes... I'll go down first- Stan, you carry Pep down."
After receiving a nod Stanford carefully makes his way down the latter and once he's down Pacifica gulps at how risky it looks. She hates being carried like a kit already, but to be carried down something so... vertical is very... alarming.
"Here we go," Stanley grunts and picks her up by the scruff and goes down the latter slowly- which she is grateful for.
When he finally sets her down he spits out brown fur. "Ugh, hair..."
"It's not my fault," she retorts and pads further away to see what's going on. "It's not that busy today."
"Yeah, which is why I had so much free time to look for you two," Stanley grunts and pads over next to her and nudges her towards the living room. "C'mon, don't want to get trampled."
Stanford's tail flicks in annoyance. "We can't open the door..."
Stanley chuckles. "Yeah, but there's always a way. Besides, the kids are in the living room."
That is very convenient since Mabel absolutely adores animals. Pacifica runs over to the door and shouts "hey, Mabel" at the top of her lungs. Both Stans share a look before shrugging and following her lead. Several seconds later Mabel opens the door and squeals in delight. All three flatten their ears and wince at the high pitch, but are relatively happy that they got answered.
"Dipper, there are three cats and they're adorable!" Mabel gasps and looks down at them before pointing to Pacifica, Stanley, and Stanford in order while saying, "You're the baby, you're the dad, and you're the mom!"
"Hey!" Stanford shouts- or rather, hisses- while the other two snicker at his expense until he sends them a glare. They immediately put on their poker faces and share a look before laughing again. Stanford rolls his eyes. "You two are hopeless."
"But you love us anyway... mommy," she says before leaping behind a guffawing Stanley while laughing herself.
"Shut up, you two! Just because I'm smaller out of me and Stan doesn't mean anything!"
"What? Trying to compensate for something?" Stanley asks with a smirk.
"Don't he do most of the "mom" stuff anyway, Papa?" Pacifica asks her adoptive father.
"Come to think of it, he does," Stanley says and they go back to laughing all over again.
Stanford's ears flatten and he glares at them both. "I can't stand either of you. Right now we need to focus on getting them to figure out how to turn us back."
"And how're we supposed to do that, poindexter? They can't understand us."
Mabel grins. "Awww, they're playing!"
More like Uncle Stan was attacking us for verbally assaulting his manhood, but that works too, Pacifica thinks while walking forward and rubbing against the girl's knees and turning towards the entrance where Shmebulock is waiting- poor gnome probably thinks he's been forgotten about.
"Don't worry, Shmeb! I'll get them to let you in!"
"Oh, wait, baby! You're not supposed to go out there!" Mabel cries, following Pacifica to the door and then pausing when she hears a knock on the door. She opens the door and looks down at Shmebulock with wide eyes. "Shmeb? Where's Pacifica and Great Uncle 'Ford and Grunkle Stan?"
Shmebulock points to Pacifica and then the two cats that followed after Mabel. "Shmebulock."
Mabel blinks and looks down at Pacifica. "Pacifica?"
Said girl nods. "Yeah, took you long enough to figure out."
"Dipper!" she shouts and runs back into the living room.
Dipper looks up from the second journal and focuses on his sister. "What is it?"
"Pacifica and our grunkles were turned into cats!"
Dipper looks at the cat in her arms and then at the two cats sitting beside each other. "I knew she dyed her hair."
"Shut up!" Pacifica hisses and then wiggles out of Mabel's arms to the ground beside Stanley.
"It's just a fact," Stanley grunts.
"How'd you now I was a brunette?" Pacifica demands.
He scoffs. "Anyone old enough and smart enough to remember would know. You didn't have your hair dyed until you were four or five."
She flattens her ears bashfully and then notices the twins running to the door. She moves to run after them when both Stans stand in her way.
"What's the big deal?"
"You're too small. You'll never keep up," Stanford grunts before turning and running after the twins. "Stay here!"
Pacifica groans. "This is gonna be so boring!"
Stanley rolls his eyes. "Tell me about it... wait... neither of them told anyone in the Shack that we were turned into cats."
Pacifica's ears perk at that and she really considers it for a moment before remembering McGucket. "Crap..."
"What?"
"McGucket," she replies.
His ears prick immediately to listen for the only human man left in the house. "Crap."
"You don't think he'd..."
"Definitely will."
"We're screwed," the two of them say in unison.
HAT: Yay! We're going to have multiple chapters of three of our Pines being turned into cats... or in Pacifica's case, a kit.
Mabel: Shouldn't Dipper have been turned into a cat? I mean, he sneezes like a kitten anyway.
HAT: *evil smile* Now theeere's an idea... or two...
Mabel: Whaaat're you planning?
HAT: Nothing, kit.
Mabel: *frowns in confusion* Kit?
HAT: I meant "kid," it was a typo.
Mabel: You can't make verbal typos!
HAT: ... NON-SPECIFIC EXCUSE! *runs out of studio*
Stan: *from outside* Hey! That's my line!
Mabel: Review everyone! *runs after HAT*