Shoutout to johannvanguard for solving the last riddle! Enjoy the chapter!
Gravity Falls is fun, but with so much that still needs to happen who knows if it'll all be done by the time Summer's over? Oh well, at least there's still some fun to be had!
Soos stood on a step ladder and put a party hat on a rhino horn. He stepped down then grabbed the ladder to move to another location. He walked past Wendy and Cassie, who were blowing up balloons. Wendy finished one, tied it and tossed it away. "How was I taught to blow up balloons really again?" Wondered Cassie as she inflated one. Stan stood in front of Dipper and Mabel, who were on the couch.
"Oh no, Mabel, I don't feel so good." Said Dipper. He moved his left hand next to his mouth, then mimicked puking, spraying silly string onto her. Mabel acted a shocked expression.
"Oh! Grunkle Stan! What did you feed us?" Mabel didn't attempt to hide hers, and instead chose to just spray Dipper. The two exchanged blows a few times before laughing. Stan scratched his nose as Wendy walked up to them.
"Guys! Guys! Stop! Something terrible just happened!" Both Mabel and Dipper were silent. Wendy then did the same thing the two of them were doing to each other. They continued messing around, Dipper and Wendy having a small fight and Mabel grabbing a bag. She began throwing confetti.
"Comedy Gold!" Stan snapped.
"All right, all right!" He grabbed the silly string and confetti bag. "Party supplies are now off limits." He walked away.
"Mr. Pines, whose birthday is it again?" Asked Soos.
"Nobody's." Said Stan. "I thought this party might be a good way to get kids to spend money at the shack." He unrolled a paper in front of Soos, showing a donkey with a removable tail.
"Nice." Soos gave a thumbs up.
"The young people of this town want fun, I'm smother them with fun!"
Dipper opened a bottle of Pit Cola. "Maybe comments like that is why kids don't come to the shack." Stan grabbed the bottle as Dipper poured.
"Hey hey! Hows about you make yourself useful and copy these flyers?" Stan held out a clipboard and Dipper grabbed it. Dipper looked it over, seeing the word 'Free?' at the bottom.
"Oh boy!" Said Mabel. "A trip to the Copier Store!"
"Calendars, mugs, t-shirts and more!" Said Soos, running over. "They got it all at the Copier Store! That's not their slogan, that's just how I really feel about the Copier Store."
"Save the trouble!" Said Stan. "You know the old copier in my office? I finally fixed the old girl up! Good as new!" He turned to see Cassie behind him. "Gah! How do you keep doing that?!"
"Your definition of good as new is far different from everybody else." She said. "I'll go help them figure it out. The three went upstairs to Stan's office, and Dipper pulled back the cover. A few sparks of electricity arced as flies began flying. Mabel gasped.
"Butterflies!" Dipper raised the top of the copier, breaking a few webs.
"Does it even work?" He grabbed a sheet of paper and tried pressing a button. He turned back to the paper when the copier did nothing. In doing so, he rested his hand on the copier.
"Careful Dipper." Warned Cassie. Dipper looked at her before the copier booted up, scanning his hand. All three looked at it. Dipper jumped, removing his hand, and the two twins backed away. Dipper leaned in a little, only for a large amount of smoke to puff out into their faces. Everybody began coughing and trying to clear the air in front of themselves. A paper came out of the slot and Mabel walked over to it. She grabbed it.
"Success!"
"Take another look." Said Cassie. The paper rippled.
"Huh?!" Mabel dropped it, and Dipper's copied arm gained color and peeled from the paper, becoming real. Both Dipper and Mabel screamed, with Cassie standing behind them waiting for just the right moment. The arm reached up, then flopped down, crawling very, very slowly towards them.
"Stay back!" Said Dipper. He tossed Mabel's drink at it, missing it by a few inches. Mabel screamed before Cassie grabbed her water bottle, walked up to the arm and dumped some on it. As soon as the water hit, the arm began bubbling and melting. Dipper and Mabel looked at each other. "Oh my gosh. Mabel, I think this copier can copy human beings!" They both looked back at where the arm was. Mabel gasped.
"Do you realize what this means?" Mabel brought up her silly string. "Blar!"
Strange things taking place
Nowhere to hide, nowhere is safe.
Weirdness is in every case.
But our smarts combined
will solve every puzzle faced.
That is a guarantee!
Everybody gathered in the main room. "All right, party people!" Said Stan. "And Dipper." Dipper frowned. "Let's talk business. Soos, because you work for free, and you beg, I'm letting you be DJ."
"You won't regret it Mr. Pines! I got this book to teach me how to DJ r-r-r-r-ight."Soos held up said book.
"Not encouraging." Stan walked down the line. "Wendy, you and Mabel are working the ticket stand."
"What? But Grunkle Stan! This party is my chance to make new friends!" Complained Mabel.
"I, I could work with Wendy." Volunteered Dipper.
"You realize if you do, you gotta commit to staying at the ticket stand with Wendy. No getting out of it, just the two of you, alone, all night." Dipper turned to Wendy, to see her spraying a face on Soos's belly. Soos made it wiggle, making Wendy and Mabel laughed. Cassie sighed. Dipper smiled at the thought Stan had given him.
"I promise." He said as he turned back. Stan walked in front of Cassie.
"You have a job too." He said.
"And that is?"
"Keep a perimeter to keep little creeps out."
"So, basically Gideon, right?"
"Hey, you didn't hear it from me."
"Got it." Cassie ran into the back half of the shack to get a few things and Dipper headed upstairs. He put a bowtie on and checked himself in the mirror. He turned to grab a deodorant spray, then turned back to the mirror to see Mabel standing next to him.
"Ah!" He dropped the bottle and jumped back. "What?" Mabel turned to him.
"Uh, I can work the counter with you, Wendy!" Mimicked Mabel. "Let's kiss!" She made the appearance of kissing, as she imagined it. Dipper turned back to the mirror.
"Yeah yeah, laugh all you want, but I've devised a plan to make sure my night with Wendy goes perfect." He adjusted his bowtie again.
"Plan?" Asked Mabel. "Oh, you're not making one of those over complicated listy things, are you?"
"Psh, overcomplicated?" Asked Dipper. "Let me just" he reached into his pockets, grabbed a piece of paper, and unfolded it once, twice, a few more times, and then flipped it to the first part of the list, the last two of five pages hitting the ground. Mabel sat down. "Step one! Getting to know each other with playful banter. Banter is like talking, but smarter."
"That sounds like a dumb idea for poopheads." Said Mabel.
"Yeah, see, this isn't banter. This is what I want to avoid with Wendy. The final step is to ask her to dance." Cassie ran into the room and grabbed a few books.
"Sorry about barging in, I need these for the perimeter. Oh yeah, and Dipper, that list is way over the top. You don't need a plan. Now I'm back to work!" Cassie ran out of the room again.
"So, that just happened." Said Dipper. "Anyways," he daydreams about him and Wendy dancing. "If I follow steps one through eleven, nothing can get in my way."
"Dipper, you're the one getting in your way!" Said Mabel. She had been looking at the last few steps. "Why can't you just walk up and talk to her like a normal person?"
"Step nine, sister!" Dipper pointed to the list and Mabel rolled her eyes.
Cassie set the final book down, then looked back at her handiwork. "So, if anybody tries to come from any direction except the front, they'll be caught in one of fifteen different traps, each of them multiuse to prevent mistakes." She dusted off her hands. "Now all that's left to do is hide at the front and keep a good check on everybody coming in." She looked back at the shack. "And the party should be getting started in three, two, one"
The disco ball was spinning, lights turned on and Soos began pumping his fist to the music. Stan came out from behind a curtain, dancing. "Yada do! Yada do!" He looked at Mabel. "Can your uncle throw a party or what?"
"The energy! It's electric!" Said Soos. He looked in his book. "Uh, lightning, lightning" he began pressing keys, making many miscellaneous sounds go off in his attempt to find the lightning key.
"And if anybody wants to leave, I'm charging an exit fee of $15!" Said Stan.
"We've only got thirteen." Said Nate.
"We're trapped!" Exclaimed Lee. They began knocking on the glass, trying to get help. They happened to peek out at Dipper and Wendy, who were admitting people. Dipper looked around a bit, before settling on Wendy as she popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth. He pulled out his list and ducked to the side.
"Step one, casual banter." He sat back up. "So, here's a casual question!" He said loudly. Wendy looked at him and he coughed. "What's your favorite type of snack food?"
"Oh man, I can't just pick one!" Said Wendy. She leaned back in her chair.
"No way!" Said Dipper, without thinking. "Mine too!"
"Wait, what?"
"Uh, I mean, I mean" Dipper got very nervous and shoved a large amount of popcorn into his mouth. More people handed money forward, and Wendy put the bills into the case and gave them tickets in return. Dipper coughed and leaned over to the side again. "New topic, new topic!" He coughed again. Cassie looked down from the roof, taking a momentary break.
"Jeez, he really needs to learn how to not need a plan."
Mabel was dancing. "Go go! Work it! Work it!" She continued dancing to the side, sitting down in a chair next to someone. She grabbed her water bottle and took a drink when she saw a lizard on the person's shoulder. "Wow! You've got an animal on your body! I'm Mabel!"
"Hi! I'm Grenda. This is candy." Candy brought out her hand, which had forks taped on. She waved.
"Why do you have forks taped to your fingers?" Asked Mabel. Candy answered by sticking her hand into the popcorn Grenda was holding, and came out with a few pieces attached.
"Improvement of human being." Grenda grabbed a piece and fed it to the lizard on her body. It stuck its tongue out and ate it, making the two girls laugh.
"I found my people." Said Mabel.
"Remember dudes!" Said Soos. "Whoever, uh, party hardies? What? Gets the party crown! Most applause at the end of the night wins!" Soos held up the crown and Mabel gasped.
"Whoa!" Said Grenda.
"Wow!" Said Candy. Someone walked up to Soos, with two people in tow.
"Party crown? I'll take that, thank you very much."
"Who's that?" Asked Mabel.
"Most popular girl in town, Pacifica Northwest." Said Candy.
"I always feel bad about myself around her!" Added Grenda.
"Uh, I can't just give you the crown, it's sorta a competition thing." Said Soos. Pacifica laughed.
"Honestly, who's going to compete against" she grabbed the mic "me?" She turned to the partygoers. "Fork girl? Lizard lady?" She gestured to Candy and Grenda, respectively then laughed, along with her two conies.
"Hold me Candy!"
"Our kind isn't welcomed here!" Mabel turned to the front, and marched up. She closed Soos's computer.
"Wait! I'll compete!" Pacifica looked at her in shock. Grenda and Candy looked forward again, smiling. Mabel held her hand out to Pacifica. "I'm Mabel."
"That sounds like a fat, old lady's name." Scoffed Pacifica.
"I'll take that as a compliment!" Said Mabel. Pacifica was silent for a moment.
"May the better partier win." She snapped, and she and her cronies walked backwards into the shadows.
"Nice meeting you!" Grenda and Candy walked up. "She's going down."
Wendy and Dipper continued exchanging money for tickets, and Wendy really noticed the atmosphere inside the shack. "Whoa! Sounds like the party's getting nuts!" Dipper looked back as well. Cassie jumped down next to the ticket booth.
"No signs of any little creeps." The people at the front of the line backed away a bit. Cassie looked at Dipper and Wendy. "So, guess who Mabel challenged to a party off."
"Let the battle for the party crown begin!" Soos made the last word echo. Mabel began dancing. "Mabel comes out strong! Watch out Pacifica!" Wendy and Dipper watched from outside.
"I gotta get in there!" Said Wendy. "Cover for me?"
"Uh," Dipper laughed nervously, "um, well, I"
"Thanks man!" Wendy tapped his hat, knocking it up a little before rushing inside. Dipper looked inside to see her dancing, then looked back to his list, then back inside. He jumped back down, and went to the sign.
"I'll be back shortly! I'm sure Stan won't mind if I'm gone for a few minutes." He was just about to start walking when Stan grabbed him.
"Hey! What're you doing kid?! These suckers aren't going to rip themselves off!"
"Yeah!" Said a kid in the line.
"You promised, remember?"
"I did?" Asked Dipper. Stan took out a recorder, and hit play.
"I promise!" Stan slowly shuffled away. Dipper looked down, and Stan walked forward again, making Dipper shy away a little. He sat back down.
"Okay, that was Cassie level scary." He flipped the sign back around and sighed. Money and fingers were then shoved into his face. Dipper ignored them for a moment and took a glance back inside from his seat. "If only I could be in two places at once." He thought for a moment. The wind blew, rustling a few flyers next to him. Dipper got an idea and smiled. He looked around, and didn't see Stan. He flipped the sign around again. "Sorry guys! I have to go!" Cassie jumped down again.
"I'll cover for you for a minute." She said. "Just hurry up with your plan, and know it'll backfire and yada yada yada, okay?"
"Got it. Thanks!" Dipper ran off as Cassie flipped the sign again. "Ok, neat line please! One at a time!" Dipper ran to the office and opened the copy machine. He climbed up onto it and laid down. He pressed the button, then put his hand back down.
"I wonder if this is a good idea." The machine scanned him, and a paper came out showing his back. The paper rippled, and the second Dipper began to peel away, gaining color as he did so. He stood up, and turned to Dipper. "Whoa! I have a really big head." Dipper jumped down and faced his clone, who was ever so slightly paler.
"So, uh" they started. They laughed. "Sorry, you first." They were still talking at the same time, then got the same idea. "Stop copying me!" They laughed again. Dipper slapped his knee and the clone attempted to do the same, only to hit his funny bone.
"Ow! Ow, funny bone!" Dipper walked up quickly, and wrote a 2 on the clone's hat.
"I will call you number two."
"Definitely not." Said the clone. "You know what name I've always wanted?"
"Tyrone." They said. Dipper took a few steps back.
"Okay Tyrone, let's get down to business. I'm thinking you cover me at the ticket stand while I ask Wendy to dance."
"I know the plan, buddy!" The two of them brought out identical lists and unfolded them the exact same way. Dipper looked at his clone and shuffled away a bit.
"Hey, uh, we're not gonna get jealous and turn on each other like the clones in the movies, are we?"
"Dipper, please. This is you you're talking about." Said Tyrone. "Plus, hey! You can always just disintegrate me with water." The two leaned in and tapped their heads, then tapped each others heads.
"Okay, I'm going to go to Wendy now." Dipper went out of the room, followed by Tyrone, who went to the ticket booth. Cassie turned to him.
"Jeez, took you long enough Tyrone." She said. She leaned in and whispered. "Next time, don't take so long complimenting each other's intelligence." She walked away and went back up her path to the roof. Tyrone got started, taking people's money and giving them tickets. He glanced inside, and gave Dipper a thumbs up as he walked past the window. Dipper gave the same symbol back, then took a deep breath. He walked up to Wendy.
"Great news Wendy! I got somebody to cover the concessions for me!"
"That's awesome!" Said Wendy. "You can hang out with me and Robbie!" Dipper stopped dancing and looked at Robbie. "Robbie, you remember Dipper from the convenience store."
"Uh, no." Denied Robbie. He got an idea, and slung his case down. "Hey Wendy, check out my new guitar." He pulled it out and played a little.
"Whoa. Cool." Dipper gasped, and had a daymare with Wendy dancing with Robbie. His phone rang, snapping him out of it. He picked it up.
"Hey buddy, it's me, you. I just had the same jealousy fantasy."
"We gotta get rid of Robbie if I ever want to dance with Wendy."
"Hey Dipper! We're gonna go sit on a couch." Called Wendy. "Meet us when you're done!" Dipper gave her a thumbs up."
"Oh no! They're sitting on the couch!" Said Dipper. "We gotta think of something quick!" He looked around and saw Robbie's bike. "I've got an idea"
"I got the same one, but we're gonna need some help." Tyrone turned away to see Cassie in front of him. "Gah!"
"Taking over again now. Just make it quick." Dipper and Tyrone went back to the office and made a third Dipper. They explained the plan, and Dipper drew a 3 on his head.
"And that's where you come in, number three."
"But what if Robbie catches me?" Asked Three. "I'll be all alone!" Both the other Dippers agreed on one more clone.
"Four Dippers. This is a four Dipper plan." Said Dipper. He climbed up again and tried to make another copy. The machine gave a puff of smoke and began beeping.
"Oh, paper jam!" Said Tyrone. He jumped down from the desk and pulled out the paper. He laid it down on the ground, and looked away. The Dipper on it came to life and seemed to stand up. Tyrone looked back at it and yelped.
Cassie heard the yelp. "Paper Jam Dipper? Already? They're faster than I thought."
The Dipper from the jammed paper began making incoherent noises and it latched into Tyrone. He fell over. "Come on!" Said Three. "You're not going to make me partner up with him, are you?"
"Sh! Don't be rude!" Said Tyrone. He looked back to the new Dipper. "Hey buddy, hey. It's okay." The Dipper reached out like a baby and grabbed Tyrone's hat and face.
"Okay." Said Dipper. "Just one more clone."
"Always means forever!" Sang Pacifica. "Always!" She stretched the word, making her pitch so high it made a plastic cup in someone's hand break apart. The crowd cheered. "Forever."
"I used to sing like that, before my voice changed." Said Grenda.
"Pacifica pulls ahead!" Said Soos. Pacifica went in front of Mabel.
"Try to top that." She pushed the mic into Mabel's chest. "Oh, Grenda, by the way, you sound like a professional wrestler." Pacifica walked away.
"I want to put her in a headlock and make her feel pain!"
"It's not over till it's over, sisters!" Said Mabel. "Watch this!" She ran onto the stage. "Soos! Give me the 80sest, crowd pleasingist, rock balladyist song you got!" Soos pressed a button on a remote and the karaoke machine turned on. "Excellent." Mabel walked up. "Don't start, un-believing!" She sang. "Never don't not feel your feelings!" The crowd cheered and Mabel swung the mic. "Watch me do a flip!" Mabel jumped, and face planted. She looked up. "That was for you guys!" Pacifica looked around at the cheering crowd confused. Dipper walked up to Soos and whispered something to him.
"Dudes, would the owner of a silver and red dirt bike please report outside. It is being stolen right now."
"Wait, what?!" Asked Robbie. He jumped up from the couch and ran to the window. He saw two people riding away on his bike. Three and Four looked back laughed. Robbie ran for the door.
"Hey! Come back here!" He ran after the Dippers.
"Oh, tough break." Said Dipper. "I wonder who those guys are who aren't me because I'm right here."
"Now we're gonna bring it down for a minute." Said Soos. "Ladies, dudes, now's the time." Soos changed the music that was playing to a slow dance, and several couples began dancing.
"Oh snap! I love this song!" Said Wendy. She began rocking to the beat as Dipper watched. He turned away and Mabel ran up.
"Hey goofus! Now's your chance to ask Wendy" Dipper slapped his hand over her mouth and moved her away. "Now's your chance to ask Wendy to dance! Come on!" Dipper pulled out his list. "Go!"
"I, uh," Wendy continued listening to the music, and Dipper forced himself forward. As soon as he got close, he ran away. "I'll be right back!" Mabel opened her eyes.
Dipper and Tyrone were pacing, thinking. "Oh, I agree. You can't just go and dance with her." Said Tyrone.
"The dance floor is a minefield, a minefield Tyrone!" Agreed Dipper. The two turned to each other.
"What if there's a glitch in the sound system?"
"Stan might get in the way!"
"Robbie might come back!"
"There's too many variables!" Said Dipper. "We need help." The two came up with the same idea and dashed to the office. Dipper climbed up again and began making more clones. They all began working on plan B, then began discussing alternatives and potential variables. All eight clones and Dipper returned to the twin's room and continued working. Dipper tapped the lantern. "All right Dippers, gather around." All ten clones, minus Three and Four, lined up. "Now's the time. You're all clear on what to do?" All the clones nodded and got to work. They all moved out. Ten went to Soos.
"Hey Soos! Look! A glowing dot!" He aimed a laser pointer at the wall and Soos looked at it.
"Oh man, I'm so glad I turned my head." The dot moved. "That dot does not disappoint." Soos tried to grab it like a cat and Ten continued moving it. He went to the computer and inserted a disc. He closed it and gave a thumbs up to Seven, who was up top. Seven returned the gesture, then inserted a piece of glass onto a light. He passed the signal to Five, who closed the blinds. He then passed it onto Eight, who let down some money on a hook to keep Stan's attention, who was grabbing lots of marshmallows. He looked at it.
"Right, like I'm gonna fall for that." He grabbed a few more marshmallows, then jumped at the money. He flipped over the table. "Give me that money!" The money moved. "Money!" He continued chasing it past Six, who pulled a rope. A bell rang in the twin's room.
"There's your cue." Said Tyrone. "It's the perfect moment to ask Wendy to dance." Tyrone pushed Dipper to the door. "Good luck me!"
"I don't need luck. I have a plan." Dipper went down the stairs, then into the hallway. He gasped when he saw Wendy.
"Oh, hey man. What's up?"
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Asked Dipper. "I mean, wouldn't you rather be on the dance floor in like," he looked at his watch, "exactly forty two seconds?"
"I'm just waiting for the bathroom."
"Um, uh, okay." Said Dipper. He looked at his list. "Okay, small talk. Small talk small talk."
"So hey, let's say everybody at this party gets stuck on a desert island." Suggested Wendy. "Who do you think the leader would be?"
"I, uh," Dipper looked around.
"I think I'd go with this lunatic." Said Wendy. She pointed with her cup towards someone who was working up a sweat punching air. Dipper laughed, and put away his list.
"I'd probably go for stretch, over there." He pointed at a guy who was tall. "Because tall people can reach coconuts." The guy he pointed to was moonwalking. Wendy laughed.
"Speaking of tall, want to see something?" Wendy pulled out her wallet and showed Dipper a picture. "Those are my three brothers, and I'm" she moved her thumb, "bweop." Dipper laughed.
"You were a freak!" He covered his mouth and looked up at Wendy.
"Yep." She nodded.
"You know, kids used to make fun of my birthmark before I started hiding it all the time."
"Birthmark?"
"Uh, no, it's nothing! I uh, wo uh, why did I say that?"
"No way dude, now you have to show me!" Wendy leaned down. "Show me! Show me! Show me!" Dipper handed her his cup, took off his hat and lifted his hair, revealing a birthmark shaped like the Big Dipper. "The Big Dipper!" Said Wendy. "That's how you got your nickname! I thought your parents just hated you or something. Hey, I guess we're both freaks." Dipper put his hat back on and Wendy held out her cup. Dipper grabbed his and they tapped them together. They laughed, and the door opened. Pacifica stormed out of the bathroom, very upset. "Wait here?"
"Of course." Wendy entered the bathroom and closed the door.
"Hey!" Dipper turned to see his clones line up behind him, lead by Tyrone. "What're you doing up here? Number Ten has been distracting Soos for fifteen minutes! He's going to get tired of that dot eventually!"
"Never!" Called Soos.
"You'll never believe it guys!" Said Dipper. "I bumped into Wendy accidentally and things are actually going great!"
"That's nice, but not the plan." Said Tyrone. "Do we have to remind you?" Each clone pulled out a copy of the plan, and began reading a different part each.
"Oh man, you guys sound crazy." Said Dipper. "Look, maybe we don't need the plan anymore, you know? Maybe I could just go talk to her like a normal person." Nine gasped.
"You bite our tongue!" Said Seven.
"If you're not going to stick to the plan, then maybe you're not the Dipper that should dance with Wendy." Said Five. The others agreed.
"Guys, come on." Said Dipper. "We said we weren't going to turn on each other."
"I think we all knew we were lying." Said Tyrone. The clones surrounded Dipper and grabbed him.
"Whoa whoa wait!" They dragged him away as he screamed. Cassie peeked around the corner, and stealthily made her way down the hallway. She got to the meeting room just in time to see Dipper get shoved into the closet. "No! Wait!" One of the clones slammed the door, and Dipper stood up. "Ah! I can't breath in here!"
"Yeah, you can! Plus, there's snacks and a coloring book in there for you!" Dipper sighed and grabbed a snack. He ripped the paper off, grabbed a cracker, dipped it in cheese and took a bite.
"Okay, so now that Original Dipper, or Dipper Classic, is no longer fit for it, I nominate myself to dance with Wendy instead." Said Tyrone. "I've been around the longest, so it should be me. Right? I mean logically. Logically guys."
"Fair point, fair point." Said Ten. "Counterpoint, maybe I should get to dance with Wendy because I've been around for the least."
"That makes like, zero sense." Said Five.
"You make zero sense!" Said Ten as he shoved Five into Seven.
"Watch it!" Five shoved Ten back in response.
"Don't shove people!" Said Six as he shoved Five. Paper Jam Dipper spoke, bringing all attention to him. Tyrone walked up.
"Hey, you want some cheese and crackers buddy?" Paper Jam Dipper responded and Tyrone attempted to feed him, only to fail miserably. "Yikes." He thought of something. "Hey guys, what would you do if you were trapped in a closet."
"Break out." Said the other clones unanimously. They all looked at the open closet and Tyrone slapped his forehead.
"Did I not tell you that it would backfire?" Asked Cassie as the two ran down the stairs.
"I know, I know!" The two ran into the main party room and Dipper looked over the railing. "Wendy!" Five grabbed him, pulling him back into the hallway. Cassie went to grab him when she was grabbed by three Dippers and dragged as well. Dipper was pushed in front of the remaining clones, right in front of Tyrone.
"Come on man! Give it up! You're overpowered!"
"Hold on guys, think about it." Said Dipper. "We're exact equals mentally and physically! If we start fighting, it'll just go on to infinity!" The clones started agreeing, and Dipper suddenly lunged forward, punching Tyrone. Everybody was silent for a moment.
"Clone fight!" Called Nine. The three clones let go of Cassie, who walked out of the room to avoid the fight, and all of the Dippers jumped into the fight. Five started slapping Dipper.
"Quit hitting myself! Quit hitting myself!" Eight tackled him, knocking him off of Dipper. All forms of attack were used, blinding via hat, arm twists, slapping bellies.
"Guys guys! Come on, it's me!" Yelled Tyrone. Amongst all the fighting, one of the clones crawled under it all and nearly snuck away until one of them noticed.
"Hey! Classic Dipper's getting away!" Called Ten. Dipper turned around.
"No friends, it's me, Number Seven." Everybody looked at Seven.
"That's not me guys. That's not me!" Dipper's patch fell off, revealing the pine tree of his hat.
"Get him!" Said Nine. The clones marched towards him as Dipper walked backwards.
"Stay back, stay back!" He pulled something out of his pocket and pulled the string, making a loud pop and making a few pieces of confetti fall in front of the clones. The smoke rose up and triggered the fire alarm, which began spraying water everywhere. It rained on the clones, who all voiced their displeasure with a chorus of boos. Paper Jam Dipper said something that roughly translated to 'it's better this way for Paper Jam Dipper'. All the clones melted into puddles. "Huh, how about that?" Said Dipper. He looked back to see Tyrone.
"You!"
"Uh oh." Cassie walked up behind Tyrone.
"Boo."
"Gah!" Tyrone fell to the side.
Mabel was doing dance moves in front of all the party goers while Pacifica and her cronies watched with disgust. Soos flipped a record over his back and put it in. "One more song dudes, and then it's time for the bestowing of the Party Crown! It's gonna be the" he hit a key, which made an explosion sound. "Nailed it." Mabel approached Pacifica.
"Pacifica, I just want to say, whoever wins, it's been super fun partying." Mabel held her hand out.
"Aw, she thinks she's gonna win. Hey, did you hear that?" Pacifica held her hand to her ear and Mabel did the same. "People clapping for the weird girls? Yeah, me neither." Pacifica walked away.
Tyrone had gotten away from Cassie and held gotten Dipper into a choke hold. "Say it! Say I can dance with Wendy!" Dipper threw Tyrone's arm off.
"Never!" He put Tyrone in a choke hold, then stopped as he heard laughing.
"Wendy?" They asked. They ran for the railing and looked down, seeing Wendy with Robbie again. Robbie whispered something to her.
"Robbie!" Wendy hit his chest and they laughed. Both Dipper and Tyrone sighed.
"We blew it man." They said. They both turned around and sat down against the railing.
"I dunno." Said Tyrone. "You want to go grab a couple sodas or something?" They both smiled.
"And you wondered why I didn't intervene with the choke holds." Said Cassie. "Now, I'm heading down there to help Mabel."
"Let the Party Crown voting commence!" Yelled Soos. Pacifica looked around him.
"Good luck, Mabel." She frowned at her.
"Applaud to vote for Mabel!" Lots of people cheered as Stan walked up. He began clapping too, along with Cassie. "Let's check the applause-o-meter!" Soos raised his arm, bringing it to just beyond vertical. "Oh, oh! Pretty good!" Mabel smiled. "And your next contestant, Pacifica!" Very few people applauded, and Pacifica made a very aggravated face. A few more people clapped out of fear. Soos measured the applause, and it came just shy of Mabel's. One more person started clapping, putting them equal. "Uh oh! A tie! This has like, never happened before." Pacifica turned her attention to the audience, and spotted one person who was basically asleep. She ran over to Mcgucket, and held out some money. He sniffed it, grabbed it and applauded, pushing Pacifica slightly ahead. "Ladies and gentlemen we, we have a winner." Mabel looked away, dejected. Pacifica ran up again. "The winner of the contest is Pacifica Northwest." Pacifica grabbed the crown and put it on.
"Thank you George!" She said, saying the name weirdly. "Thank you everyone! Everyone come to the after party on my parent's boat! Woohoo!" A good portion of the people present cheered and grabbed her.
"Pacifica! Pacifica! Pacifica!" Grenda, Candy and Mabel watched them go. Mabel sighed and walked up to her friends.
"Sorry I let you guys down. I understand if you want to leave."
"But then, we'd miss the sleepover." Argued Candy.
"The wha?" Asked Mabel.
"We want to call our moms and sleep over here with you!" Said Grenda. "You're like a total rock star!"
"I have magazine boys." Added Candy, pulling a magazine out of her backpack.
"Really?" Asked Mabel. "You guys!"
"Maybe we don't have as many friends as Pacifica," started Candy, "but we have each other. And that's pretty good, I think." Cassie walked up.
"How certain are we that Pacifica even has friends?" She asked.
"Hey, yeah!" said Grenda. "That's right!" Mabel smiled then turned to Soos.
"Soos! Play another song! This thing's going all night!"
"Way ahead of ya, hambone!" Soos put on another record and played it, making the three friends dance. Cassie walked away and headed for the secret ladder.
Up on the roof, Dipper and Tyrone looked out. Dipper handed Tyrone a can of Pitt Cola and grabbed one for himself. "Some night, huh?" Asked Tyrone. They both saw a shooting star and opened their cans. Dipper sighed.
"Do you think we even really have a chance with Wendy? I mean, she's fifteen, we're twelve."
"I dunno man. I hope so. But we're making zero progress the way we're doing it. The only good conversation we had with her was when we didn't do any of that list stuff."
"I know. Mabel was right, I do get in my own way."
"Literally!" They said.
"Whoa." Said Tyrone. He made an explosion sound, and Dipper held out his can. Tyrone tapped it with his. Cassie got to the roof right then.
"Wait!" She said. She was too late as they both took a drink. They both lowered their cans.
"What's up Cassie?" Asked Dipper. Tyrone realized what just happened.
"Oh boy." He said. "Don't look now."
"Tyrone!" Dipper stood.
"It's okay dude. I had a good run. Remember what we talked about!"
"Uh, of course!"
"Hey, and quit being such a wimp around Wendy! Okay? For my sake!" Tyrone finished melting.
"Tyrone!" Dipper went down to his knees. "You were the only one who understood me." He poured out the most of his can, then drank the rest.
"Just slightly too late." Said Cassie. "I need to practice climbing that ladder." They went down, Dipper to the front and Cassie inside. Dipper looked through the window to see Stan counting his money and Grenda, Mabel and Candy still dancing, and Wendy still to the side nodding her head to the beat. He walked to the door, then reached into his pocket. He pulled out his list and took a final look at it before tearing it apart. He dusted his hands off then went inside.
"Dipper!" Yelled Mabel. "Where've you been?! Meet my girlfriends!" Dipper closed the door behind him.
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