"What took you so long?"

Preston was sitting in his comfy chair, as he conversed with his newest employee in his den.

Bigby was standing in front of the millionaire, wearing a baseball cap that resembled a duck. "Abuelita needed groceries." He explained.

Preston paused. "Riiight. What is that on your head?"

Bigby looked up, at the orange brim of his hat. "It's a duck hat, sir."

Preston, again, went silent. "I'll never understand the lower middle class. So tell me, what has my little angel been doing?"

"I tracked her to the mall," he told him, arms crossed. "She was hanging around some snotty kids at some fashion place."

"That's my girl," Preston proudly stated.

"However, she didn't seem too interested in messing around with them. They'd split apart after a little bit. Then she started talking to someone else. Someone that made her pretty happy."

"Who?" The wealthy man interrogated.

The fable shrugged. "I don't know. I couldn't see the kid. But from the way she was acting, it could be a boy," The fable gave a wolfish grin, teasing the aristocrat.

Preston went wide eyed. "A boy!? Why, my darling Pacifica has never been interested in boys!"

Bigby gave him an unconvinced look. "Oh really?"

Preston scratched his chin. "Maybe this isn't such a disaster. She could be seeing one of the popular boys at school. He'd be easy to convert from riff raft to respectable dignitary."

"Yeah, you could teach him how to use all those spoons," Bigby joked.

"You laugh, but those spoons separate us from the other animals."

"Really? I thought it was indoor plumbing that separates us from the animals,"

"I can't tell if you're serious, or just rude. It's always hard to tell with you people, Wolf."

Bigby rolled his eyes. "By the way, I got that thing you wanted," he announced, as he reached into his pocket to pull out a thick ring of copper wire.

"Ah, very good, Mr. Wolf," Preston praised, taking the copper wiring.

"I don't really know why you would want that crap," the sheriff admitted, "seems kind of useless."

"This is good work, my friendly dog!" Preston went on. "I think it's about time you get paid, handsomely." The millionaire then went into his pocket, and pulled out a few stacks of dollar bills. "300,400,500! That's for the main job, and here's an extra 100 for the wire."

Bigby took the stack of cash, with a smile on his face. Looks like he isn't going to worry about money for a while.

"Come back tomorrow," Preston told the wolf. "We got more work to do."

"Dipper, how're those sandwiches coming?"

Dipper was at the stove in the kitchen, as night fell upon the Mystery Shack. "They're almost done, Grunkle Stan!" Dipper called back to his guardian, as he made some grilled cheese.

"Come on Dip, hurry up! My stomach feels like it's punching itself in the face!" Mabel complained, as she, Stan, and Soos were sitting at the table, waiting patiently for their dinner.

"Calm down, I got them right here," Dipper told her, as he put down a large plate of grilled cheese sandwiches, to the delight of everyone at the table. They started digging in, eager to eat.

"Mmm, wow kiddo, this is some of the best grilled cheese I've ever eaten!" Stan praised.

"Yeah dude," Soos agreed, taking a bite. "It's like it's made out of pure magic. Or 100% dairy."

Mabel tried to say something, but it was unintelligible as her mouth was filled with gooey cheese.

"It's nothing, guys," Dipper humbly stated, with a proud smile on his face.

The dinner was interrupted when Bigby walked into the room, prompting everyone to freeze. Stan narrowed his eyes at the fable, while everyone else nervously watched, scared about what will happen next.

"Wolfy, we need to have a talk," Stan grimly stated.

"No, we don't," Bigby told him, as he happily placed a large stack of money on the table in front of Stan.

"WHAAA!?" Stan exclaimed, surprised at the sight. He then greedily picked up the stack of bills, flipping through it. "How much is this?"

"500 bucks. I think we're good?"

"We're better than good!" Stan happily stated. "With this much moolah, I can do anything I want! Mabel! Soos! Follow me, we're going to make a pyramid scheme!"

"WOOO!" Soos and Mabel cheered simultaneously, arms in the air as they got out of their seats, and followed Stan out of the room.

With a content sigh, Bigby sat down on one of the chairs, relaxed. He then noticed Dipper's suspicious face.

"What?" The fable asked.

"Where did you get all that money?" The 12 year old asked.

Bigby took one of the grilled cheeses from the plate. "I'm working for some rich guy. Apparently he's worried about his daughter disappointing him or something." The wolf then took a big bite out of the warm sandwich, before getting an impressed look on his face. "Wow this is good. Did you make this?"

Dipper got a small smile. "Why, yes actually, I-Hey! Don't change the subject!" He exclaimed. "Wait, rich guy? You're working for the Northwests!?"

Bigby stared blankly at the kid, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt. "...Maybe..."

Dipper facepalmed. "What are you doing!?" He scolded. "They're literally the worst!"

"I know, I know," Bigby told him. "I can't stand that jerk, Preston. But I figure that I can at least get some cash from them."

"Bigby, they're HORRIBLE!" Dipper reiterated.

"Look, they're paying me pretty damn well, and it's not like I'm best friends with them. I don't care personally about any of them. I'm just spying on their crappy daughter for money."

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "Pacifica?"

The detective nodded. "Turns out she's not acting like her father wants her to."

"But, isn't that a good thing?" Dipper asked the fable.

Bigby shrugged. "I don't know, kid. I doubt the girl changed that much."

Dipper furrowed his brow. "Why?"

The faux teen sighed, ruefully. "Take it from me Dipper. Changing is hard. You have to work against every single fiber in your body to be a better person. I can't tell you how many times when I was trying to reform, that I just thought about giving up and going back to eating innocent people."

"But people can change." Dipper said, adamantly.

"Yeah. It's just not that likely," Bigby lamented, taking another bite of his dinner. "Which is why I don't really care about spying on Pacifica."

Dipper groaned in frustration. "I can't believe I'm hearing this," he complained.

"Here," Bigby told him, pulling out a couple of dollar bills. "How about you go out and buy yourself something nice?" He said, holding the money out for Dipper.

"You can't bribe me to forget about this!" Dipper defiantly told him.

"Come on, you can get that uh, what's it called, Ghost Arrestors DVD," Bigby tempted.

Dipper stared blankly at Bigby for a moment, before sighing. "Ugh, I'm going to hate myself in the morning," he muttered, taking the money and walking away.

"Have fun!" Bigby called after him, taking another bite of his gooey meal. "Seriously, how can grilled cheese be this good?"

Pacifica was depressed.

There just wasn't any other way to put it. As she laid on her large bed, and looked around her oversized, hot pink room, she felt miserable.

Others would kill for what she had. Riches, looks, and popularity. But she didn't really want any of that. Not anymore at least. She was grateful for what she had, but also resentful.

She just wanted to be a normal kid. Hang out with people she felt comfortable around, instead of people she constantly had to impress. Be able to actually form real relationships with people.

Ever since the party fiasco, where she had to break the curse on her family and save the Pines Twins from being wood statues, she's slowly realized exactly how much of a jerk she's been. She always believed herself to be better than others. To be more important than anyone else in town.

Dipper showed her otherwise. Money's nice, but self-respect is what really completes a person. And right now, Pacifica's half empty.

A smile tugged at her lips. She actually started to like Mabel and Dipper. They're completely different from anyone else she's ever met.

She frowned, as she recalled the events of the day. She felt bad yelling at that person she crashed into in the manor, but it was a necessary evil. For whatever reason, her parents frowned upon treating people with human kindness, probably because they're still of the belief that they're better than everyone.

Her standing with her parents was frosty at best, and she didn't want to give them anymore reasons to be mad at her. At least she was able to have some fun at the mall. After she left her "friends", of course.

Without realizing it, she slowly drifted to sleep, eager for the next day.

"Let's see...D batteries and salt? This is a weird list."

The next day, Bigby walked around town, a list in his hands. He had already talked to Preston that morning, and the eccentric rich man had told him to collect a few items for him.

"Weirdo," Bigby muttered, as he had wandered around town for the better part of an hour trying to find a grocery store. "Seriously, this town is like, 3 blocks long. Why is it so hard to find this stuff?"

He scanned the area, before seeing a familiar redhead, face in her phone.

"Wendy!" Bigby called, earning her attention. She gave a relaxed smile as the fable walked up to her.

"Hey dude, how ya doing?"

Bigby shrugged. "I'm ok. Hey, any chance you can tell me where the grocery store is? I've been looking all over for it."

"Really?" Wendy asked, confused.

"Uh, yeah," Bigby chided, a bit playfully.

Wendy smirked. "Then you haven't been doing a very good job."

Bigby cocked an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Wendy pointed behind Bigby. The wolf followed her gaze, to see a grocery store on the street behind him.

Bigby slumped over in aggravation. "Oh, come on!"

Wendy giggled. "Nice work, detective. I thought you were suppose to be good at these kinds of things."

"I am good!" He argued, a light blush on his face from embarrassment.

"Right. Anyway, wanna go to Greasey's for some breakfast before you go shopping? You still owe me for the coffee."

Bigby rolled his eyes with a smile. "Sure. I could use a break," he stated, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it.

Wendy coughed slightly from the smoke. "Seriously dude, why do you do that stuff?"

The two started walking together, as Bigby put the list in his hands back into his front pocket. "Helps take the edge off my senses."

"What?"

"I'm a wolf, remember?" Bigby told her. "Smoking keeps me from smelling everybody all the time. Keeps me from sensory overload."

"Really? So you can smell everybody?"

"Yep. You smell like cinnamon and an oak tree."

"Ha, sweet."

The two eventually reached Wendy's favorite restaurant, as the sleepy diner didn't seem to have too many people in it. Bigby paused though, as he gave a quick glance through the window, before ducking into some nearby bushes, dropping his smoke in the process.

The tomboy was confused at his behavior. "Bigby, what are you-?"

"Get down!" Bigby hissed, pulling a surprised Wendy down to him in the bush. Wendy shook her head, sputtering slightly from some dirt that got into her mouth.

"Dude, what's with you?" Wendy questioned.

Bigby peeked out of the bushes, prompting the teen to do the same. "It's Pacifica Northwest!" He explained.

Sure enough, Pacifica was sitting in a booth at the diner, completely by herself, absolutely baffling everyone around her with her presence.

"Pacifica? What is she doing at a place like Greasey's?" She then gave a look over to the fable. "And why do you care?"

"I'm...kinda getting paid by her dad to see what she's up to."

"What?!"

"I'll explain later," Bigby stated, watching the girl carefully. After a few moments of bored sitting, the heiress was joined by someone else, wearing a grey hoodie, the hood over his head and covering his face.

"That must be the person she's been seeing..." Bigby deduced.

"Pacifica's seeing someone?" Wendy chuckled. "Wow, I bet daddy meanest doesn't like that at all."

"He wasn't thrilled," Bigby confided, a smirk on his face. He studied the scene in front of him. He couldn't hear what the two were talking about, thanks to the windows. Pacifica seemed a bit confused by her apparent date's appearance. Bigby could see the hood move slightly, indicating that he was talking. The blonde's eyes widened slightly, before she nodded.

"What are you talking about..." He wondered aloud, before Pacifica and the boy turned to the window, making direct eye contact with the fable. The kids then quickly got out of their booth, and ran.

"Shit!" Bigby cursed, quickly getting out of the bushes, as the pair ran out of the diner, as fast as they could. "Get back here!" The wolf demanded, chasing after them at a speedy pace. Wendy followed right behind him.

"Man, they're pretty fast!" Wendy said, as the two were still running. Bigby was determined to find out the boy's identity, knowing for a fact how much money Preston would be willing to spend for the information. The kids ran into town, as the sheriff and the redhead were still in pursuit.

"I just want to talk!" Bigby cried, as the two ran past a few confused bystanders. Bigby quickly followed, accidentally crashing into a few of them in the process. The two kids then slowed down with a skid, before making a sharp turn into an alleyway.

Bigby and Wendy followed, to see the two kids were blocked by a wall. The wolf slowly walked up to the two, catching his breath. When the kids turned around, Pacifica let out a small gasp. "You're the guy from the manor!" She said.

"Yeah, and I'm the guy who wants to know who your little boyfriend is!" The wolf growled, as he grabbed the boy.

"A-ha!" Bigby exclaimed, ripping the hood off of the kid, to reveal a familiar face.

Dipper Pines laughed nervously, as Pacifica looked down at her feet, a blush on her face.

Bigby gave a blank look. "You've got to be kidding me."