Deep in the caves of Gravity Falls, Lawrence was practicing his waterbending powers, making fountains and shapes with his abilities, and whatnot. Eventually, he forms a shape of water into Pacifica kissing him. Lawrence glances at it lovingly as he spoke, "Soon, we'll be together my Beautiful Little Pony. Soon..."
Gideon, now back in his original clothes, walks into the cave, confused and dumbfounded by what he saw. He asks, "Why do you love that Northwest Blondie Type? What is it about her that makes her more of a sight than my beloved Mabel?"
"Judging from the annoying voice and braces, you getting dumped by her was pretty much god's way of saying you dodged a bullet big time, but Pacifica is the only one who I understand. A lost soul who deserves better than the life she has with her family," Lawrence said as his waterbending powers form an image of Preston and Priscilla taking Pacifica for granted, controlling her, threatening her, etc. "Her parents cared more about their wealth, fame and reputation. While I cared for the person, she deserves to be instead the fraud that her parents force her to act like."
"So, what's next?" Gideon said, confused.
"We get some of the Pines' worst enemies to go after the Pines now that they're all busy with the Priscilla herd...And I think I've found the guys who want them ruined." Lawrence said. "What better way to try to get the Pines out our way than to start at the golf course for something simple? I've got some business to attend to with a few golf balls..."
"Golf balls?" Gideon asks, confused. "What did I miss?"
At the Mystery Shack, some of the Child Priscilla clones were watching a re-air of Ducktective, and some of them were already asleep.
"I'm afraid your services won't be required here, sir," a Constable in the show said. "My men have examined the evidence, and this is obviously an accident."
The 'accident' of the scene was a man's dead body inside of a telephone booth that the Constable. His limbs sticking out of the booth.
The duck of the show soon stepped into the scene, quacking his lines as subtitles appeared. "An accident, constable? Or is it..." The duck paused, before turning to the viewers in a dramatic way. "Murder?!"
"What?!" The Constable exclaimed in shock, before the title of the show appeared over him.
"Duck-tective will return after these messages," The announcer said.
"That duck is a genius!" Priscilla Child Clone #1 said, her eyes sparkling.
"Eh, it's easy to find clues when you're close to the ground." Priscilla Child Clone #30 shrugged.
"Oh," Priscilla Child Clone #15 chuckled. "So, I don't suppose that it will be easy for you to try to solve this murder?"
Priscilla Child Clone #1 then shrugged, "I'm just saying he's smart for a duck!"
"Guys, it's past midnight!" Priscilla Child Clone #10 whined as she yawned. "Can you turn that TV off and get some sleep?"
"We're not even done with the episode!" Priscilla Child Clone #1 pleaded.
"Not my problem." Priscilla Child Clone #10 growled. Grumbling in frustration, Priscilla Child Clones #1, 15 and 30 went to the television and turned it off. With the episode and the TV, itself turned off, this leaves only the sounds of the girls snoring. That is until Waddles, who was all but awake, waddled over to Priscilla Child Clone #10 and licked her face. This stirred her awake.
"Go away, I'm trying to sleep!" Priscilla Child Clone #10 said, annoyed as she shoves Waddles. But the pig, however, didn't listen and continued licking her face and eventually started nuzzling her, which woke up the others. One by one they began waking up, grumbling and groaning while rubbing their faces.
"Waddles! What did she say about licking her?!" Priscilla Child Clone #25 said angrily. Waddles ignores her and starts lapping at her face now as she fell down. "Bad piggy! Get off of me!"
While some of the girls laughed at this, Priscilla Child Clone #30 decided enough was enough as she grabbed Waddles and attempted to restrain the pig.
As Priscilla Child Clone #30 struggled to pull the pig off of her, she yelled, "You better stop licking or so help me I will bite your-"
Waddles gave a loud oink before running off.
A second later, Priscilla Child Clone #25 got up in frustration. She glared at the pig as she said to Priscilla Clone #15, "Okay, we need to keep him on a leash."
Priscilla Child Clone #10 nodded as she groaned, "Ugh and face wash too!"
"We better go ask Mr. Pines if he has that somewhere..." Priscilla Child Clone #2 said, glaring at the sheepish looking pig.
"Take it easy on him. He's just a pig." Priscilla Child Clone #1 shrugged. "He probably likes all of us."
"Maybe, but we can't let him roam around freely," Priscilla Child Clone #12 said as she tied an end of Waddles leash to a stair railing. "He might run into some other animals that want his food or something."
"Yeah, maybe..." Priscilla Child Clone #3 sighed. "Let's just go back to sleep."
With a nod from Priscilla Child Clone #2, the girls climbed back into their blankets and fell asleep once again.
And the night continued on like normal, until Waddles started to squeal loudly, waking everyone up. Stan came out of the room, growling angrily as he said, "Mabel, can you get that darn pig of yours to shut the hell up?!"
Mabel yawned as she went downstairs, but she gasps in horror as she noticed Waddles on a leash, much to her shock as she asks, "Who put Waddles on a leash?!"
Priscilla Child Clone #12 shrugged, "Because he was walking around, you always have to keep your pet on a leash when you're all sleeping in bed. Don't you know that?"
"C'mon, Waddles is just a pig, he's not doing anyone any harm!" Mabel asked, her eyes wide and confused.
"Well, whatever you say, Mabel," Priscilla Child Clone #5 said dismissively. The other clones chattered in agreement.
"Hey guys, what are you talking about? Waddles isn't misbehaving!" Mabel tried defending the pig, but none of them would buy it.
"Mabel, just go to bed," Dipper said, annoyed as he came downstairs. "You can talk about this with the girls later, but right now we need to be well-rested to deal with Lawrence the, *groans in annoyance*, Hydrodynamic Child."
"Fine," Mabel said. She looked at Pacifica, who hasn't slept a wink at all since she saw the news. "Are you okay?"
Pacifica replied, "No, but this is fine, I just... I've never seen my mother as a child before."
"Is there anything we can do to make this easier for you?" Mabel offered.
"I don't know..." Pacifica said, thinking to herself. She then shook her head, "Never mind. It's too early in the morning." Mabel frowned, but agreed, knowing that she wouldn't be able to ask any further questions until she had gotten something resembling real sleep.
"Wait," Priscilla Child Clone #10 asks. "Do you have something I could wash my face with?"
"Yeah, me too..." Priscilla Child Clone #25 said.
"Sure, in the bathroom, in the mirror case," Stan shrugged.
The rest of the evening went by without incident. Everyone was tired and ready to fall asleep.
Soon enough, morning rose at the Mystery Shack as everyone was waking up. They each quickly got dressed for the day, and headed to the kitchen, with 3 Priscilla Child Clones looking for something to have for Breakfast, looking through their various cupboards for breakfast foods to have.
After a long moment of searching, Priscilla Child Clone #25 finally said, "There's no pancake mix."
Priscilla Child Clone #10 pouted, "Darn. Guess we have to work with cereal."
Some of the Priscilla Child Clones groaned, Cereal and Milk is boring and bland.
"How about we make oatmeal?" Priscilla Child Clone #15 asked. The other Priscilla Child Clones winced in disgu.
"Bleh."
"Oatmeal is gross, why would we eat that?" Priscilla Child Clone #1 replied, wrinkling her nose as she made a gagging sound.
"But it's good for you," Mabel pointed out. "It'll give you energy and it's very healthy."
"Yes, yes, but... ughhh... just... ugh..." Priscilla Child Clone #15 groaned.
"Yeah, oatmeal looks like vomit." Priscilla Child Clone #2 scoff
"At least oatmeal is not green." Priscilla Child Clone #11 sighs as she sat down at the table.
"Mabel, there's one box, so it won't be enough to feed all 30 of them." Dipper said.
"What?! How many does it take to feed all 30 of them?!" Mabel said. She gasped and ran over to the pantry and started grabbing bowls. Soon enough, they were filled with a variety of different foods. Pacifica stepped in asking, "Why don't you guys just make pancakes?"
"We're out of pancake mix," Mabel sighed. "I'm sure we can improvise though..."
"Improvise nothin'," Stan said, walking into the kitchen. "I'll make the pancakes."
"Really!?" All of the Priscilla Child Clones cheered.
"Don't be silly; pancakes are great, but I'm great at makin' them!" Stan laughed as he picked up his spatula. "So, who's ready for pancakes?"
