Author's note: After a near 4 year hiatus, I'm going to be returning to this story. For fun. Don't get your hopes up. The previous two chapters remain in their original states. Long ago, I wrote the start to this chapter. Here it is...

Dipper walked into town, headed for the Northwest Manor. As he walked, he thought of what Gideon would do to him and his family when he got the chance, surely he would try and destroy them with a giant robot or take over the town with mind control,or something. The point is, Dipper definitely needed a plan as to how to stop him. Just as he was thinking about this, he walked around the corner, and bumped into someone, and they both fell down.

"Hey watch where you're going!" a familiarly sarcastic voice yelled out.

"Me maybe you should-" Dipper said as he got up "Pacifica?"

"Dipper?" she said back

"Why are you even out here?" he asked Pacifica

With that being said, let's leave that 2015 content behind, and move on to 2019. :)

Dipper walked out of the Mystery Shack and out into town, still plagued by Ford's ominous question... "Who is Gideon Gleeful?"

Of course, there was nothing inherently ominous about that question, but something about it set him off. After all this time, was he still not through with Gideon? He didn't like the thought of it.

He didn't have much of a plan other than to simply march up to Northwest Manor, hoping to confront them. He figured that hopefully, after what had happened during the party, Pacifica's parents would at least be somewhat nice to him. He didn't let his hopes get too high.

He could at least count on one thing, though. He knew that Pacifica wouldn't be mad at him. Which was yet another strange thought, considering their past together. Still, the events of the party were undeniable: on that night Dipper and Pacifica had gotten particularly close (almost a bit too close, as far as Dipper was concerned) and by the end of it, they had become friends. They hadn't talked since that night, though. The embarrassment was too much for either of them. That, and they didn't exchange phone numbers. That, and Dipper didn't have a personal phone, because apparently mobile phones just don't exist in 2012.

As Dipper walked to Northwest Manor he slowly realized that his journey would have been much easier had he asked for one of the Stans to drive him over. His weak, noodle-like legs could only carry him so far. Luckily, they were enough to get him to the front gates.

Now would be the hardest part. Faced with a fence higher than he had ever climbed before. Truly, this would be a great, insurmountable test of his strength...!

...Had the Northwests not left the gate unlocked.

That's... strange. I knew the Northwests were lazy, but are they really dumb enough to leave the gate open?

Well, a victory is a victory. Dipper decided to shrug it off and make the most of it. He walked around the perimeter of the house, looking into the windows, searching for Pacifica's room. He almost felt bad for invading the Northwests' privacy, but he had already seen the majority of the manor earlier. He spotted many rooms he recognized: a changing room, a bathroom, the room where the animal heads bled from their orifices and objects flew around the room as a vengeful specter arose from the fireplace, and a library.

Eventually he found a lone, open window. He could distantly hear pop music playing from inside. That's BABBA, isn't it? He could see a glimpse of Pacifica's recognizable blonde hair. He would need to be subtle about this.

"HEY! PACIFICA!" he yelled in the least-subtle voice possible.

He heard Pacifica scream in surprise from inside. The music turned off, and Pacifica leaned her head out the window.

"You?! What are you doing here?! How long have you been watching me?!"

"I wasn't watching you," he clarified, "I called out to you to get your attention, that's all. I have some questions to ask you."

"...What kind of questions?" she asked.

"Yesterday, your dad bailed Gideon out of jail. To put it simply, what's up with that?!"

She sighed, annoyed.

"Your guess is as good as mine. My parents haven't said anything about it, and I've asked them myself tons of times."

"Do you think there's a chance they'd let me in to talk with them personally?"

"Ha! Dipper, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think they'd let you in if you paid them. And they love money. Like, a lot."

She paused, looking around her room for a few seconds.

"If you want answers, we're going to have to try something else."

"We...?" Dipper asked, confused.

Pacifica thew down a makeshift rope made of clothes from her closet and began climbing down it. She knows how to climb a rope? When did she even learn that? She landed to the ground flawlessly, as if she was an Olympic acrobat. She glared at him with a playful smirk.

"C'mon, let's go. I'm sick of being in that stuffy old house."