Mabel was in her bedroom, sitting on the floor, working furiously on her next arts and crafts project. Waddles watched as she used large amounts of glue, colors, and glitter to make it as close to the image in her head as possible.

With her back against the open door, she didn't notice her brother walk into the shared room. "Mabel?" Dipper inquired. "What are you doing?"

Mabel looked over her shoulder for a second, before turning back to what she was working on. "Hey bro," Mabel greeted. "How ya doing?"

"Mabel?" Dipper repeated. "What are you doing?"

"Well, you know how Grunkle Stan is going to kick Bigby out if he doesn't start working? I figured that if we can't get the reeeeal Bigby to work around here..."

Mabel then stood up, and turned, showing off her project. A life-sized Bigby replica, made out of hay. It had on his usual attire, with a bad brown wig glued to its head. The face had black eyes, and a frown, both drawn on with a magic marker. There were sharp white teeth under the frown, and a cigarette taped to its mouth.

Dipper furrowed his brow, as Mabel's smile beamed. "Uh, I don't think that's going to work..."

"Oh come on Bro-bro! He looks exactly like the real one!" Mabel defended, slightly shaking the hay mannequin. The head fell off, and rolled slightly on the floor. Waddles then walked towards it, placing his head inside, and walked away.

Dipper sighed. "Mabel, we're not going to be able to do anything about Bigby. We're just going to have to hope for the best."

Mabel's smile disappeared, as a deep frown formed. She then sat down on the floor. "I don't want him to go..."

"I know," Dipper tried to comfort, also sitting down.

"I still haven't had a tea party with him! I know he was looking forward to it."

Dipper kind of doubted that. He put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure he was. Look, whatever happens, happens. There's no reason to dwell on it. Ok?"

Mabel sighed. "Ok..."

Dipper gave a little smile. "Hey, how about we do something today?"

Mabel perked up slightly. "Like what?"

Dipper shrugged. "I don't know. Wanna hunt for those alternate dimension mushrooms I found in the journal?"

Mabel shook her head. "I don't want to do lame mystery stuff."

Dipper hummed in thought. "How about we go to the movies? We could see the new Magic Static movie."

Mabel, again, shook her head. "No, I promised Soos that we'd see that with him." Mabel then got a great idea, as a big smile got on her face. "Wanna go to the mall!?" She exclaimed.

Dipper gave it some thought, before nodding his head. "Sure!"

Mabel jumped to her feet. "Last one there is a jerk face!" She told him, before pushing him over and running out of the room. Laughing, Dipper then ran after her, determined to beat his sister.

"Whoa..."

Bigby looked around, completely taken aback by his surroundings.

He was inside the Northwest Manor, which was completely covered in all things expensive. Red velvet carpeting with golden trim covered the mahogany wooden floors, while the rest of the spacious room was littered in only the finest of decoration. Expensive paintings hung from the walls, while intricate sculptures sat atop tables. There was a crystal chandelier coming down from the ceiling.

"Excuse me, sir?" A balding butler appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

Bigby jumped, not expecting the man. He quickly cleared his throat. "Uh, hi."

"How may I help you?" The bored butler asked.

"Yeah, I got a letter from your boss? Apparently he wants to see me?"

"Very good, sir." The servant droned. "Follow me."

The butler turned around, and started to walked away. After a moment, the fable followed. Bigby looked around, still trying to process exactly how much money these people had.

It pained him to think, but this place reminded him of Bluebeard. The "reformed" serial killer has just as much, if not more, wealth.

Come to think of it, he never met mundy millionaires before. From what he's heard, they range from snobby idiots to eccentric freaks. Or worst, some weird combination of the two. All he knew was, that if he saw this guy, and he was drinking champagne while wearing water floaties on his arms, he was getting out of there.

He wasn't quite sure why that was the image that popped into his head. He blamed Mabel.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt something collide with his leg. He looked down to see a small, blonde girl, rubbing her arm, and looking at the fable wide-eyed.

"I'm sawr...sawr...sawr..." The girl struggled, as Bigby watched her fumble with whatever word she was trying to pronounce.

"Uh, are you ok?" He asked, a bit concerned that he had accidentally hurt the girl. However, the girl quickly stopped talking, and looked over her shoulder, as she saw the butler giving her a glare.

She turned back to the fable, her demeanor completely changing from worry to anger. "Can't you watch where you're going!?" She yelled.

Bigby raised an eyebrow. "What?" He muttered, not able to figure out what was going on.

"What, can't you hear? Or is that stupid hair of yours stuck in your ears?"

The butler walked over to the 12 year old in purple clothes, and bent down to her level. "Are you alright, Miss Pacifica?"

She pointed at Bigby. "I'll be fine when I'm away from this peasant!" Pacifica exclaimed, before making her way out of the manor.

Bigby, with a hand in his pocket, scratched his cheek. "Nice kid..." he muttered sarcastically to himself, as he followed the butler.

After a few minutes of walking through the large estate, the butler showed Bigby into a room. With a lit stone fireplace, stuffed animal heads above it, fancy furniture on the floor, and bookshelves filled with literature against all the walls, the room was just another example of money.

What the sheriff was focusing on however, was the rich, middle aged couple in front of him, dressed to the nines.

"The man you sent for, sir," The butler introduced, dryly.

"Thank you...Jerry? I want to say Jerry," The rich man responded.

"Actually, its-"

"Ah, it doesn't matter," The man interrupted. "You're dismissed."

"Very good, sir," The butler gave a slight bow, before leaving the room.

Bigby stared quietly at the two, not impressed. Reading them, he figured that they were just air-headed, arrogant people. He took out his carton of Huff N Puffs, hitting it and sticking a cigarette in his mouth.

"The mysterious stranger!" The man greeted. "It is a pleasure to welcome you to our fair town."

"Uh huh," Bigby grunted, skeptically.

"Let me introduce ourselves. I'm Preston Northwest, and this is my lovely wife Priscilla."

The trophy wife sighed. "Honey, do I have to talk to this boring commoner?" She whined.

Preston chuckled. "Of course not dear. Why don't you go shoe shopping while we take care of business?"

Priscilla squealed in delight, as she giddily made her way out of the room, slightly pushing Bigby in the process.

Bigby looked with slight distain at the woman, before turning back to the millionaire. Preston had made his way to a chair, prompting Bigby to walk closer. He took the smoke out of his mouth, and lit the tip of it by placing it in the open flame of the fireplace. He then stuck it back between his teeth.

"Sorry about that. The missus doesn't really have a head for business." Preston excused.

"Seems like she has a head for shopping." He bluntly said, not really caring what this guy thinks of him at the moment.

Preston gave a hearty laugh. "Yes, very true. I like that wit of yours Mister..."

"Wolf," Bigby introduced, taking a drag of his smoke. "Bigby Wolf."

"Ooh, such a strong name," The man complimented. "I feel like you'd be perfect."

"Yeah yeah, stop buttering me up and tell me what you want," The impatient wolf told him.

"Straight to business then? Great. You see, I know you're new around here, and that not a lot of people know about you yet."

Bigby nodded, agreeing with the assessment.

"I also know that you were at the scene of the City Hall wreck," Preston continued.

Bigby scrunched his brow. "How?"

"When you're as powerful as I am, you know everything," Preston simply stated, not easing Bigby in the slightest. "Nonetheless, I haven't heard a single thing about what happened since, which leads me to believe one thing."

"Which is?"

"That you handled the manner. Quickly and quietly. I need that right now."

"Oh really?" Bigby scoffed. "What's the problem?"

Preston looked down, saddened. "It's my daughter, Pacifica."

"That little blonde girl?" The wolf questioned. "Yeah, she seems like a problem child. Real rude."

Preston perked up. "She was rude to you?"

Bigby wasn't quite sure what to make of the Northwest man's tone. "Uh, yes?"

"Ah, that's my girl. That's the way she's suppose to act towards you common folk."

"Wait, what?"

"Let me explain," he implored. "Not too long ago, we had an...incident at a party. Since then, Pacifica has been treating these lesser people as," he shivered. "Equals."

"I'm...not following," The fable admitted, feeling confused and a little insulted.

"The Northwest name is one of power and wealth," Preston told him. "This family has been one of respect for years. I am not about to let that name be ruined because my daughter is going through a rebellious phase."

"Oh sure, cause nothing screams "rebel" like treating people nicely."

Preston rolled his eyes. "I know it may be hard for you to understand. You're normal. Common."

Bigby flicked the ashes off his smoke, having the burnt dust land on the carpeting. Preston glared at the mess.

"Uncivilized," he finished.

"Look, I'm getting a little tired hearing you say why you're great. Any chance you can tell me what exactly you want in this century?"

The aristocrat eyed the sheriff up and down. "You know, you're a lot more mature than you look."

"I get that a lot," he lied, taking a drag of his smoke.

"I want you to investigate exactly what my daughter is doing."

Bigby went quiet, taken aback by the request. He studied the man in front of him, not sure what to say. "You want me to spy on your kid?"

"Spy is such a harsh word. I just want to make sure she's upholding the family name. You go out, you observe what she's doing, and then you report back to me."

"I'm going to need a lot of good reasons to do this."

"You'll be paid 500 dollars per job. Plus extra for any other work I might need you to do."

"That's a lot of good reasons," Bigby slightly gasped, shocked at the amount. He scratched his cheek, thinking hard about what to do.

On one hand, this guy was terrible. Absolutely terrible. He was a total terror, and he wants his daughter to become the same way.

On the other hand, he needs money. Badly. If he gets kicked out of the Mystery Shack, he'll have to go back to sleeping in the forest. And gnome bites hurt. Besides, the girl didn't seem like she was that great of a person in the first place, and couldn't really find himself caring about her enough to feel guilty.

"Do we have a deal, Mr. Wolf?" Preston asked.

Bigby looked down in thought for a second, before looking at the millionaire.

"Deal."

"DIPPER! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT KOALA!"

The twins looked at a large, stuffed bear, sitting before the glass window of a store in the mall. It was absolutely adorable, and was holding a fake eucalyptus leaf. There was a sign on the window, with the words 'WIN THIS BEAR!' in big, pink bubble letters.

"Challenge definitely accepted!" Mabel exclaimed, as she dragged her brother into the brightly colored toy store. She went right up to the counter, earning the attention of the store clerk.

"Why hello little girl!" The clerk greeted.

"How do I win that bear!?" Mabel interrogated.

"It's real simple!" The clerk explained. "All you gotta do is guess how many jellybeans are in this jar!"

Mabel looked to where the man was pointing, to sure enough see a large jar, filled to the brim with jellybeans.

Mabel hummed loudly in thought. "Is it...400?"

"Higher!"

"A million?"

"Lower!"

"100?"

"Higher!"

Dipper sighed, not really caring about the interaction between his sister and the clerk.
He looked around the store, trying to find something that interested him.

Meanwhile, outside of the shop, and into the sprawling mall filled with people, Bigby Wolf was sneaking about. He was currently peaking out from behind a water fountain, scanning the area. He had tracked down Pacifica to the mall, and was searching for her.

"If I was a little brat, where would I be?" He asked himself, looking throughout the crowds of people. He inwardly groaned at the sight. He wasn't able to smoke, worried that he would give himself away if he did. Meaning instead of tobacco, he was smelling everyone in the damn building, making his senses go wild.

He looked to one side, to see Mabel and Dipper in a toy store. Mabel was conversing with the clerk, and Dipper was looking at what appeared to be a ghost action figure. Bigby freaked out, quickly sneaking out from behind the fountain past the store. If they saw him, they would blow his cover.

He calmly walked around the large building, still searching. Finally, his eyes landed on a familiar blonde girl in purple clothes. She was walking out of a preteen fashion shop, making the fable roll his eyes.

"Shoulda figured..." he muttered, as he sat down on a nearby bench, a few yards away from his target.

Pacifica was flanked by two girls equally dressed up in stylish clothing. They were gossiping, while Bigby focused his hearing on them.

"OMG, can you believe how great these shoes are? They are like, totally amaze." One of the girls stated.

The other girl nodded in agreement. "I know, right? I can't wait to wear this dress when I go to Europe. Show that 3rd world country some real style."

Bigby groaned from his bench, disgusted by that statement for a number of reasons.

"Pacifica, you're kinda quiet today. What, don't like my new shoes?" The first girl asked.

Pacifica, who seemed to be zoning out, blinked. "What? Oh, I was just...thinking."

The second girl scoffed. "Thinking? Don't you have people for that? I do."

"I mean, yeah, but-" Pacifica tried to explain, but suddenly stopped. Bigby wasn't sure why.

"Pfft, what-ever," The one girl snobbily scoffed. "We're going to go horseback riding. Are you coming?"

Pacifica went quiet for a moment. "Actually, I think I'm going to stay here for a while." She decided.

The two girls rolled their eyes, and started to walk away. Bigby looked away as they walked by, not earning their suspicion. He then stared at their backs.

"Pretty crappy friends...parents must of made her hang out with them." He deduced to himself. He looked back to see Pacifica moving away from him. Bigby stood up from the bench, as he followed the 12 year old heiress from a distance.

As the girl turned a corner, Pacifica gave a surprised gasp, making Bigby freeze in place. He then quickly moved behind a churro cart, while the vender looked at him.

"Want churro?" The vender asked.

"SHHH!" Bigby scolded, as he watched the girl in front of him. She had a smile on her, and appeared to be talking to someone from behind the corner.

"I was just with my, uh, friends," Pacifica told the unknown person, putting a strange emphasis on friends.

"Are you sure you don't want churro?" The vendor near Bigby tried to shill, making Bigby miss whatever the other person was saying.

"No!" Bigby quietly growled at the man.

"No, you aren't sure you want churro, or no, you don't want churro," The vendor tried to clarify.

"I don't want your damn churro!" Bigby cursed, thoroughly annoyed at the man. He directed his attention back to the girl, to see she was gone.

His eyes widened for a second. "Dammit!" He said, as the vender opened his mouth. Without looking at the man, Bigby pointed at him. "If you say anything, I'm going to shove those stupid churros down your stupid mouth."

The man closed his mouth, as Bigby walked away, trying to find the girl. He poked his head from behind the corner, to see a large food court. With tons of eating options, like Burger Overlord and Taco Matt's, people filled up the booths, eating.

Bigby could see Pacifica, who appeared to be talking to the same person as before. However, Bigby couldn't tell who it was, because of the fact that Toby Determined was blocking his view.

"Ugh," Bigby complained to himself, as he tried to slowly walk closer. He moved at a snail's pace, trying not to get any attention on him. He could see Pacifica smiling and laughing, looking genuinely happy. Bigby raised an eyebrow. This was a far cry from the girl that screamed at him back at the manor.

He was just about to see who she was talking to, when a familiar figure blocked his view.

"Hey, Bigby!" Soos greeted, as he walked right in front of the fable from seemingly nowhere,

"Uh, hi Soos," Bigby greeted, as he tried looking past the man child.. Unfortunately, the handyman's portly frame was working against him.

"What're you doing dude? I didn't think you'd be a mall guy. Then again, this place is pretty sweet. Did you see what they have down at the game store, they have-"

"Soos, that's nice, but I'm in the middle of something right now," Bigby tried to explain, as calmly as possible.

"Oh, seriously? Any way I can help?" Soos asked.

"Just...move!" Bigby growled, pushing him out of the way, as gently as he could. Pacifica was gone from where she was. Bigby moved at an angle, to see that whoever was sitting next to her was also gone.

Bigby power walked over to where the children were, before looking in every direction, searching for any glimpse of the preteen social princess. Nothing.

"God!" Bigby cried, frustrated. "Can't things just work smoothly for once!?" He questioned himself.

Toby Determined turned around, looking at him with smile. "At least it's a nice day," He said.

"You're terrible, Toby!" The detective snapped.

"Awwww..." Toby moaned, sad.

Bigby pulled out a smoke, quickly putting it in his mouth and lighting it. He then walked over to Soos, who had pulled his hat off and was scratching his head.

"You ok, Biggs?" Soos asked, putting his hat on.

Bigby sighed. "I'll be fine, Soos. Thanks."

Bigby pulled out a notepad, and pen from his pocket. He quickly wrote down all of his findings, before putting it away. He then scratched his cheek.

"Hey, Soos?" He asked the handyman. "Any chance you can give me a ride to Northwest Manor?"

"Northwest Manor?" Soos inquired.

"It's a long story," Bigby explained.

Soos shrugged. "If you say so dude. I can give you a ride, but I got a couple things I have to do first."

Bigby took a drag of his smoke. "Alright, fair enough. What do you have to do?"

"Well, let's see," Soos said, before pulling out a list from his pocket. "I need to get some groceries for Abuelita. Also, I need to get a some of those duck hats from the clothing store, and I also have to get-"

Bigby quietly huff his cigarette, as he listened to Soos read off his vast list of objectives.

"Bigby!"

The wolf turned, to see the Pines Twins walking up to him. Mabel had a large smile on her face, as she held a huge koala in one hand, and an oversized jar of jellybeans in the other. Dipper just had a smile on his face.

"Hey guys," he greeted, looking at Mabel with a curious expression. "What's with the, uh..." He gestured towards the stuff she was holding.

"Oh, I guessed how many jellybeans were in this jar, and won the Koala!" She prided.

"Wow, they just gave you that stuff?"

"Actually," Dipper drawled, "they just gave her the bear."

"Stealing candy should be a profession!" Mabel exclaimed. Bigby chuckled.

"Anyway, I got some things I have to do," Bigby told them. "I'll see you guys back at the Shack."

Dipper got an imperative look on his face. "Bigby, you need to figure something out. Stan is pretty mad at you."

"Don't worry Dipper, I have it all under control."

"Really?" Dipper inquired.

Bigby smirked, taking another drag of his Huff N Puff. "Oh, ye have little faith, my friend."

"Well, ye is really worried that we won't have a wolf living with us anymore," Mabel spoke up, before turning to her brother. "Did I use 'ye' right?"

Dipper shook his head. Mabel shrugged, before blowing a raspberry. "It's a stupid word anyway. Well, bye!" She said, as she and Dipper walked away.

Bigby chuckled again, as Soos tapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, bro!" He urged. "We need to get the new Straight Blanchin CD before they sell out."

Bigby rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, keep your pants on, I'm coming."

Bigby followed the handyman throughout the mall, as he figured he had a long couple of hours ahead of him.