It had been a while since the group's encounter with Gideon. Although Sammy would've liked for a whole week to go by without anything supernatural occurring, he also knew that such a thing was pretty much impossible in the town of Gravity Falls. Something weird was bound to happen sooner or later, but before it could, Sammy wanted to relish in the moments when things were still normal and nothing weird or strange was trying to kill them. Right now, this was one of those moments. Almost everyone was in the gift shop, including Soos and Wendy. Dipper was sitting on the counter and reading his journal, Mabel was spinning around on a globe, Wendy was sitting at the cash register while reading a magazine, Soos was sweeping the floor, and Sammy was sifting through the numerous tax forms that Stan had failed to fill out.

"Mabel, do you believe in ghosts?," Dipper asked out of the blue. "I believe you're a big dork! Ha ha ha!," Mabel laughed, prompting Dipper to roll his eyes and stop the spinning globe with his pencil, which caused Mabel to fall off. Then, Stan walked into the room, looking like he was going to head out. "Soos! Wendy!," he said gruffly. Soos immediately dropped the broom and ran up to Stan eagerly. "What's up, Mr. Pines!," he said. "I'm headin' out. You two are gonna wash the bathrooms, right?," asked Stan. "Yes, sir!," said Soos, saluting. "Absolutely not!," said Wendy, not taking her eyes off the magazine. "Ha ha! You stay out of trouble!," said Stan, before going outside. However, the moment he was gone, Wendy suddenly stood up from the register and walked over to a curtain. "Hey guys! What's this?," she asked, unveiling the curtain to reveal a ladder. "A secret ladder to the roof?" "Huh. I was wondering why there was a curtain where it shouldn't be," said Sammy. "Uh, I don't think Mr. Pines would like that," Soos said nervously. "Huh?," said Wendy, slowly reaching for the ladder. "Uhhhhh," Soos moaned. "Huh?," Wendy said again, her hand getting closer to the ladder. "You're freaking me out, dude!," cried Soos, grabbing his hat. "Can we actually go up there?," asked Dipper. "Sure we can! Roof time! Roof time!," Wendy chanted. "Roof time! Roof time!," Dipper and Mabel chanted along.

Even Sammy couldn't resist going along with them. Almost everyone climbed up the ladder to the roof, apart from Soos, who only looked out at them through the window. Once they got to the roof, they were pleasantly surprised by what they saw. There was an umbrella, a chair that you would normally find on a beach, and a bucket filled with pine cones. It was obvious that Wendy had been up there many times before. "Alright, check it out!," she said, gesturing to her secret hangout. "Woah!," the twins gasped in unison. "Cool! Did you put all this stuff up here?," asked Dipper. "I may or may not sneak up here during work, all the time, everyday," said Wendy. "That's cool, but what do you even do up here?," asked Sammy. "This," Wendy answered with a mischievous grin. She took a pine cone out of the bucket and threw it at a target that Wendy had somehow attached to a totem pole across from them. It was a direct bullseye. "Yes!"

"Cool!," said Dipper. "Me first!," said Mabel. The twins took some pine cones and started throwing them at the target, but unlike Wendy, none of them were able to hit the target. Dipper even accidentally threw one at a car, causing its alarm to go off. He blushed in embarrassment, but fortunately, Wendy was there to cheer him up. "Jackpot! High five," she said, holding out her hand. Dipper just stared at her for a moment with hearts in his eyes. "…Don't leave me hangin'," said Wendy, still smiling with her hand out. Dipper smiled back and high-fived Wendy.

"Hey, who's that?," asked Sammy, pointing at a car that was pulling up in front of the shack. "Oh hey, it's my friends!," said Wendy. "Wendy!," said the driver, waving at her through the window. "Uh, you guys aren't gonna tell Stan about this, are you?," asked Wendy. Dipper smiled and zipped his lips. Wendy zipped her lips as well. "Later dorks!," she said, sliding down a nearby tree and getting into the car. "Let's get out of here!," someone in the passenger seat said, before the car quickly drove away. "Later Wendy!," hollered Dipper, waving at the car as it drove away. "Heh heh heh! Good times!" "Uh, oh!," said Mabel, giving Dipper a knowing look. "What?," asked Dipper. "Somebody's in love!," Mabel teased, poking him in the chest. "Mabel, come on, that's not true," said Dipper, swatting her hand away. "It's totally true! You do love her!," Mabel kept on teasing. "No, I don't! Ugh, Sammy, tell her!," cried Dipper, his face turning red with embarrassment. "Sorry Dipper, but I have to agree with your sister," Sammy said with an apologetic smile. "You've always seemed much happier whenever you're around her, and that look on your face just now was a lovestruck expression if I've ever seen one."

"Yeah, right! I just think Wendy's cool, okay? It's not like I lay awake at night thinking about her!," Dipper chuckled nervously. "That's… oddly specific," said Sammy. "Anyway, we should head back down before Stan comes back and sees us." The three of them climbed back down from the roof and continued their duties, much to Soos' relief. Nothing much happened for the rest of the day, though that night, while Dipper and Mabel went upstairs to the attic to retire for the night, Sammy stayed up late in front of the television in the living room, watching one of his favorite movies, The Duchess Approves. When Stan walked in with a can of cola in his hand and saw the movie Sammy was watching, he rolled his eyes. "Kid, are you seriously watching that garbage black-and-white movie again?," the conman asked irritatedly. "Why don't you ever watch something more sophisticated, like Johnny McCool: Explosions, Guns, and Explosions?" "Well, for one, violent action movies aren't really my cup of tea," Sammy answered. "And two, I love The Duchess Approves. It's got everything: drama, female empowerment, and even eighty minutes of opening credits. You should give it a watch, Mister Pines. I think this movie is right up your alley." "Ha! Then I guess you don't know me as well as you think you do, kid," Stan scoffed. "The day I willingly watch that dumb movie is the day pigs start flying. Or the day when I give to charity, which is just as unlikely." "Suit yourself. I'm just saying, you're really missing out," said Sammy, turning his attention back to the movie. "Count Lionel!," he suddenly gasped. "What's that fiend doing here? You had your chance at the cotillion, you!" Sammy was so invested in the movie that he didn't notice Stan rolling his eyes again and walking out of the room.

The next morning, it was almost exactly the same as yesterday, with the employees and the twins doing their own thing. Of course, Mabel found that really boring and decided to spice things up a bit. "Random dance party for no reason!," she suddenly cried, jumping to the middle of the room and dancing. "Go! Go! Go! Go!," chanted Wendy, dancing along with her. Sammy also clapped to the beat with a big smile on his face, even though he didn't join in on the actual dancing. Meanwhile, Dipper was pretending to write something down on a clipboard. "Dipper!," said Wendy, startling him. "Uh what, yes?," the boy asked nervously. "Aren't ya gonna get in on this?," asked Wendy. "And you should dance with us too, Sammy. I bet you got some pretty cool moves up your sleeve." "Thanks for the compliment, Wendy," Sammy chuckled, "but dancing is not my strong suit. Sorry to disappoint." "Yeah, and I don't really dance either," said Dipper, even though really, he just didn't want to potentially embarrass himself in front of Wendy.

"Yeah, you do!," said Mabel. "Mom used to dress him up in a lamb costume and make him do… The Lamby Dance!," she whispered to Wendy. "Now is not the time to talk about the Lamby Dance," Dipper said angrily, gritting his teeth. "Lamb costume?," asked Wendy. "Wow, is there like little ears and a tail or…?" "Well uh, uh…," Dipper stammered nervously. Mabel took out a photo and showed it to Wendy and Sammy. In the photo, a much younger Dipper was smiling at the camera with a bright smile, dressed from head to toe in the most adorable lamb costume that they had ever seen, which even had a pink ribbon around it. "Dipper would prance around and sing a song about grazing," said Mabel. Dipper looked like he was about to die from embarrassment at that point. "Okay Mabel, that's enough," said Sammy. "Put that photo away. I think you've embarrassed your brother enough." "Aw, but I didn't get to tell you guys the lyrics to the song he sang!," Mabel complained. "Mabel!," cried Dipper, glaring at his sister.

Fortunately, Dipper was saved by the cuckoo clock on the wall going off. "Hey, look at that! Quittin' time! The gang's waitin' for me," said Wendy, heading to the door. "Wait!," Dipper suddenly said, stopping her. "Why don't I– or we come with you? Me, Mabel, and Sammy?" The others looked at him in confusion, wondering why he suddenly wanted them to go with Wendy. "Ooh… I don't know. My friends are pretty intense. How old did you guys say you are?," asked Wendy. "Me and Mabel are thirteen! So, technically a teen," Dipper answered. "And Sammy's… uh, how old are you again?" "I'm, uh, I'm seventeen," said Sammy, thinking quickly.

"All right. I like your moxie, kid!," Wendy said to Dipper. "Let me get my stuff." She then left the room, leaving Dipper, Mabel, and Sammy on their own. "What was that about, Dipper?," asked Sammy, turning to face Dipper. "Why would you lie about your age to Wendy?" "Yeah, since when are we thirteen? Is this a leap year?," asked Mabel, who was just as confused as Sammy. "Come on, guys," said Dipper, trying to play it cool. "This is our chance to hang out with, you know, the cool kids. And Wendy and whatever." Even though he said that last part as fast as he could, Mabel and Sammy immediately caught onto it. "I knew it! You love her! Love love love love love!," sang Mabel, pointing at Dipper while dancing around him. "Oh hey, what's that?," asked Dipper, pointing behind her. "Huh?," said Mabel, turning around. Dipper quickly reached over and flipped Mabel's hair over her entire face. "Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh," said Mabel, spitting through her hair. "Is that why you wanted us to go with Wendy? Because you have a crush on her?," asked Sammy, helping Mabel with her hair. "I don't have a crush on her, Sammy," Dipper denied, his face turning red. "I just think she's cool, ya know? And I wanna hang out with her…" Sammy was about to tell Dipper that there was no shame in admitting he had a harmless crush on someone, but before he could do so, Wendy came back. "You ready to go?," she asked. "Yep, we're ready," said Dipper. "Ready!," cheered Mabel, giving her a thumbs up.

The group went outside and saw Wendy's friends waiting in front of a car. For some reason, one of them was being held upside down while another teen with black hair, fingerless gloves, and a jacket with a bleeding heart on it, was trying to throw jelly beans into the other guy's belly button. Wendy was able to throw a jelly bean into the guy's belly button before the other teen could, grabbing everyone's attention. "Wendy!," they all cheered. "Hey guys! These are my pals from work, Mabel, Dipper, and Sammy," said Wendy, introducing them.

"It's nice to meet you all," said Sammy, holding out his hand. The nearest teen, who had blond hair, a red shirt, and black shorts, reached out and gave Sammy a fist bump, even though Sammy was clearly going for a handshake. "I chewed my gum so it looks like a brain! BLAH!," said Mabel, sticking out her tongue, which had a wad of chewed up gum stuck to it. "She's not much for first impressions. Unlike this guy!," said Dipper, pointing at himself. To his dismay, the teens only stared at him in confusion. "…this guy…," Dipper said weakly. The teen with the heart jacket gave the twins an unimpressed look. "So are you, like, babysitting, or–" For some reason, when he looked at Sammy, the teen narrowed his eyes at him. Sammy preferred not to jump to conclusions, but even he could tell that this teen saw him as a threat for some reason, and was trying to intimidate him. He smiled at him, trying to appear friendly, but that only made the teen scowl harder. "Come on, Robbie!," said Wendy, rolling her eyes. "Guys, this is Lee and Nate." She gestured to the blond teen who gave Sammy a fist bump and a teen with a blue cap and a black shirt with a skull on it. Both of them were punching each other while laughing.

"Tambry," said Wendy, gesturing to a teen who was busy texting on her phone. Her hair was dyed purple, and so were her clothes. "Hey…," said Tambry, not bothering to look up from her phone. "Thompson, who once ate a runover waffle for 50 cents," said Wendy, gesturing to the chubby teen who just had jelly beans thrown into his belly button. "Don't tell them that!," said Thompson, flushing with embarrassment. "And Robbie," said Wendy, gesturing to the teen who scowled at Sammy. "You can probably figure him out." "Yeah, I'm the guy who spray-painted the water tower," said Robbie, smirking. "Oh, you mean the big muffin!," said Dipper.

"Um, it's a giant explosion," said Robbie, glaring at Dipper. Everyone looked over at the water tower in the distance. From where they were, it was hard to tell if what was spray painted on that tower was an explosion or a muffin. "Hehe! Kinda does look like a muffin!," said Lee, as Nate laughed along with him. Robbie glared at Dipper even harder, causing the boy to shrink back in fear. Sammy patted Dipper's shoulder to try to comfort him, but unfortunately for Dipper, it's hard to be comforted when someone twice your height is glaring at you like that.

"Let's hurry it up, guys. I got big plans for tonight!," said Wendy, as she and her friends climbed into the car. Dipper immediately went over to the passenger seat so he could sit right next to Wendy, but Robbie quickly pushed him aside. "Sorry kid, I'll ride shotgun alright?," he said, climbing next to Wendy. Dipper frowned, but relented and moved to the backseats next to Mabel and Sammy. Once everyone was in the car, with Thompson in the driver's seat, he said, "Okay just, before we go, my mom said you guys aren't allowed to punch the roof anymore, so…" The teens stared at Thompson, then did the exact opposite of what he said, punching the roof of the car while loudly chanting, "Thompson! Thompson! Thompson!" Thompson sighed and started driving anyway. Mabel saw a message scrawled on the door next to her that said, You stink! Thinking that this won't do at all, she took out a pen, crossed it out, and wrote You look nice today! in its place. "Nice one, Mabel," said Sammy, giving a thumbs up. "I know, right? This is gonna blow someone's mind!," said Mabel. "Guys, please!," groaned Dipper.

"What, am I embarrassing you in front of your new GIRLFRI–," yelled Mabel, only to be cut off by Dipper, who covered her mouth with his hand. Immediately, he retracted his hand with a disgusted grimace. "Ugh! Did you just lick my hand?," he asked. Mabel only licked her lips in response, which grossed him out even more. "So Wendy, where exactly are we going?," asked Sammy. Wendy looked back at him with a mischievous smile. "You'll see," she said.

Eventually, the car stopped in front of a tall, chain link fence, and in the distance was what appeared to be an abandoned convenience store. The group got out of the car and stood in front of the fence, looking at the store. "There it is, fellas! The condemned Dusk 2 Dawn!," said Wendy. "Ha! Cool!," Lee and Nate said simultaneously. "Neato!," said Mabel. "Why'd they shut it down, was it like a health code violation, or–," asked Dipper. "TRY MURDER!," Nate yelled dramatically. "Some folks died in there, the place has been haunted ever since!," Lee explained. "This town has such a colorful history!," cried Mabel, not bothered at all.

"Wha… Are you guys serious?," Dipper asked nervously. "Yeah, I don't want to sound like a party pooper, but I have to agree with Dipper," said Sammy. "I mean, trespassing is one thing, but spending the night at a place where someone died? I don't have a really good feeling about this…" "Yeah! We're all gonna die!," Wendy cried dramatically, before laughing and giving Sammy a friendly punch. "Chill out guys! It's not as bad as it looks! And hey, it's not trespassing if nobody's even been there for a bajillion years." "Yeah, come on, Sammy. It's not that bad," said Dipper, although moments ago, he was just as apprehensive as Sammy was.

After that, the group climbed over the fence one by one, until only Dipper and Lee were left. Dipper was currently on top of the fence and holding on for dear life, looking down in fear. "Come on, Dipper!," Wendy said encouragingly. "Okay okay! Just gotta get a foothold…," Dipper said nervously. "Dude, your sister did it!," Robbie said in exasperation, gesturing to Mabel, who for some strange reason, was hyperactively running in circles while laying on her side. "WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP!," she cried. "You can do it, Dipper," said Sammy, holding out his hands to catch him. "Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall." Robbie snickered at Sammy. "You're gonna catch him? What are you, his mommy or something?," he taunted. "Uh… no, I'm going to catch him so he doesn't get hurt," said Sammy, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want him to get hurt?" Having no response, Robbie looked away and grumbled under his breath.

"Hey, you know what," said Lee, climbing up the fence. "Just… There you go." He picked Dipper up and tossed him over the fence. Sammy quickly caught him before he hit the ground, then glared at Lee. "Was that really necessary, Lee?," he asked. "Ha! S-sorry dude!," said Lee, climbing back down. "Good job throwing the kid off the fence, genius!," said Nate. "Your mom's a genius…," said Lee. "Are you okay, Dipper?," asked Sammy, gently putting him down. "I'm fine," Dipper said tightly, looking like he just went through several heart attacks in a row.

After that, the group walked to the abandoned store. "Wow! This place is amazing!," said Wendy, looking through a window. Robbie tried to open the door, but it refused to budge. "I think it's, it's stuck!," he said. "Let me take a crack at it!," said Dipper. "Oh yeah. I can't get in, but I'm sure Junior here is gonna break it down like Hercules!," Robbie taunted. "Hey, stop making fun of Dipper," said Sammy, glaring at him. "He'll get that door open. Just watch." "Psh! Don't make me laugh," Robbie scoffed, rolling his eyes. "If I can't get that door open, what chance does he have? In fact, I'd like to see you try. You don't look so tough yourself. I bet I could take you on in a fight. Just sayin'." Dipper rolled his eyes when he heard Robbie say that. Neither he nor Mabel had forgotten that time when Sammy fought against all those wax figures that tried to kill them a few days ago. Sure, he lost, but that was because he was overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. Both Dipper and Mabel knew that Robbie wouldn't stand a chance against Sammy.

"Come on, Robbie, leave them alone," Wendy said angrily. "Sammy didn't do anything to you, and Dipper's just a little kid." Dipper felt his chest tighten when he heard those words. Just a little kid. Was that really how Wendy saw him? He was certain that Wendy meant no harm in saying that, but still, hearing those words come out of her mouth was enough to send a shiver through his self-esteem. Determined to prove her wrong - and everyone else, for that matter - he walked around the building and jumped on top of a dumpster. "Kid, what are you doing?," asked Tambry, looking up from her phone. Without answering, Dipper climbed onto the roof and walked towards the vents, then began punching it. "Be careful up there!," Sammy said worriedly, hoping that Dipper knew what he was doing. "Go Dipper! Punch that metal thing!," cried Mabel, pumping her fist in the air. Dipper was finally able to punch off the vent cover. Then, he climbed into the vent and disappeared from sight. "Hey Dipper, take it easy!," Wendy called.

"Who wants to bet he doesn't make it?," asked Robbie, smirking. Right as he said that, however, Dipper opened the door from the inside of the store and gestured for all of them to go inside. One by one, they went into the store while congratulating Dipper. "Good call inviting this little maniac!," said Lee. "Your new name is Dr. Funtimes!," said Nate. Mabel high fived Dipper as she went inside. "Nice work!," said Wendy, giving him a friendly punch. "I knew you could do it, Dipper," said Sammy, patting him on the shoulder. Once everyone was inside, Dipper closed the door and skipped after them. "Do you guys really think it's haunted?," asked Thompson. "Na! Thompson are you kidding me?," said Nate. None of them noticed, however, that the sign on the door behind them flipped around on its own, showing the words Get lost! We're closed.

The group walked around in the dark, trying to find the lights. "Whoa man, it's even creepier than I imagined!," said Wendy. Mabel wiped some dust off a change slot with her finger, then licked the dust off her finger. "Yep. It's dust," she said. "Mabel, don't put that in your mouth," Sammy scolded lightly. As he looked around, he couldn't help but feel this weird sensation, this feeling that they weren't welcome here… "Hey dude, where do you think they keep the dead bodies?," Lee asked jokingly. "Shut up, man!," said Nate, shoving him. Eventually, Wendy was able to find the light switch. "Guys, check it out! You think these still work?" She flipped the light switch, and to their surprise, the entire store was bathed in bright, fluorescent light. "Jackpot!," cried Mabel, as everyone else muttered positively. "Huh, I didn't expect the lights to work here, since this place has been abandoned for years," murmured Sammy. "So, what are we going to do now?," asked Dipper. "Anything we want," Wendy answered with a large grin.

And that was exactly what they did. First, everyone started throwing food at each other. Then, they sat in a circle and popped some mints into a bottle of Pitt cola, then cheered as the soda exploded and rained down on them. Then, as Mabel ran around aimlessly, she suddenly came across a large pile of boxes, each of them filled with pink sugar packets. "Oh my gosh! Smile Dip! I thought this stuff was banned in America!," Mabel cried excitedly. "Maybe they had a good reason," said Dipper, before getting hit with a balloon full of food and running off. "Mabel, you're not thinking of eating that, are you?," Sammy asked worriedly. "Come on, Sammy, I might never get a chance to try Smile Dip ever again! Please?," Mabel begged. "Okay, fine," Sammy sighed. "But just one packet, alright? Don't overdo it." Then, after Sammy walked away, Mabel opened one of the packets, scooped out some of the candy with a stick… then proceeded to pour the whole thing straight into her mouth, despite Dipper and Sammy's warnings.

Pretty soon, the entire convenience store was filled with nothing but chaos, in a good way. Wendy and Dipper were sitting on a shelf and eating ice pops together, Robbie and Nate were stuffing ice down Thompson's pants, Tambry was still texting on her phone - though she did look up for a brief second - and Mabel was busy gorging herself on Smile Dip.

Meanwhile, Sammy just stood in a corner of the store and watched everyone else having fun with a small and slightly uncomfortable smile on his face. It had been a very long time since he had been at a party, and he was clearly out of his comfort zone at the moment. He probably would've stayed in that corner for the rest of the night if the other teenagers hadn't noticed him standing all by himself. "Yo, Sammy!," hollered Lee, beckoning him over. "Wanna help us see how much ice we can put down Thompson's pants?" "Yeah, man, come join us!," said Nate. "Oh, uh, no thanks, guys," Sammy said politely. "I'm fine just… hanging back here."

"I'm not surprised," Robbie scoffed, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. "Clearly, you're just some buzzkill who doesn't know how to have any fun." Sammy couldn't help but feel a tiny bit angered by Robbie's remark. As juvenile as that was, the way Robbie said it somehow rubbed him the wrong way. "Robbie, come on," sighed Wendy, rolling her eyes. She looked at Sammy and gave him an encouraging smile. "You're not at the shack anymore, Sammy. Come on, let loose a little. Go wild. Have some fun!" The other teens nodded in agreement and kept egging Sammy on, even chanting his name. "Sa-mmy! Sa-mmy! Sa-mmy! Sa-mmy!"

Sammy's face grew red from all the attention he was getting, but he also felt a surge of confidence. "O-okay," he said, unable to keep a large grin off his face as he stepped out of the corner. "Whoo!," everyone else cheered, apart from Robbie, who only looked away with a scowl on his face, and Tambry, who was still fixated on her phone. As the night went on, Sammy found himself having a lot more fun than he thought he would. He was initially worried that Wendy's friends would find him annoying or something, but the teens turned out to be very friendly and accepting of him, except for Robbie, of course. Not only that, they really knew how to have a good time, though stuffing ice cubes down someone's pants was kind of a… bizarre way to pass the time, in Sammy's opinion. "Are you sure you don't mind this, Thompson?," Sammy asked worriedly, holding up Thompson's legs while Nate and Lee poured more ice down his pants. "It's f-f-fine, dude!," Thompson reassured him, even though his teeth were chattering.

Eventually, however, the ice ran out. "Hey guys! We need more ice!," said Lee, shaking the now empty ice bag. "I'm on it!," Dipper said immediately, jumping off the shelf and walking to the freezers at the other end of the room. "Are you sure, Dipper?," asked Sammy. "I could help you get that ice if you want." Dipper chuckled. "Sammy, I'm just getting ice. I'll be fine." After he disappeared to the other end of the room, Wendy tried to comfort Sammy. "Like he said, he's just getting some ice," she said. "You don't need to be by his side 24/7. You know that, right?" "Yeah, what's up with that, anyway?," asked Robbie, sneering a little. "Why do you keep acting like a glorified babysitter for that guy?" "Sorry, guys," Sammy apologized sheepishly. "I guess after everything that's happened since I moved here, I've gotten a little paranoid…"

Suddenly, the group heard Dipper's little shriek from the other end of the room. "Dipper!," gasped Sammy, immediately running towards the sound. "Whoa, Sammy, wait up!," Wendy said as she and her friends ran after him. When Sammy and the others got to the freezer, they saw Dipper sitting on the floor with a broken bag of ice, as well as ice cubes spilled all around him. His eyes were wide with fear and he was breathing heavily. "Dipper, what the heck happened?," Sammy asked worriedly. "Yeah, what was that? I thought I heard some lady screaming back here," said Lee. "You freakin' out, kid?," asked Nate. Dipper quickly got back up and tried to play it cool. "Uh, no. I'm cool. Everything's cool," he said nervously. "Then what's all this about?," asked Robbie, pointing at all the spilled ice. Dipper frantically looked around the room, trying to find something to distract them. "That's uh, um uh… hey look!" He pointed at a nearby arcade machine. "Dancy Pants Revolution! The game that tricks people into exercising!"

Surprisingly, almost everyone fell for it and walked towards the arcade machine while murmuring excitedly. "Heh heh, yeah let's all– let's go play that," Dipper said nervously. Sammy was not fooled in the slightest, however. "Dipper," he said calmly, placing his hand on Dipper's shoulder. "You can tell me what's really going on. You know that, right?" For some odd reason, Dipper glanced at the freezer nervously, even though there was nothing in it. "I-it's nothing," he reassured him. "I just thought I… saw something." "What did you see?," asked Sammy. "Dipper, if something supernatural is happening right now, we can just go back to the shack."

Dipper wanted to agree with Sammy, but two things stopped him. Firstly, he was finally getting closer to Wendy, and he didn't want that to go to waste because of something that he may or may not have imagined. And secondly, he recalled how lonely Sammy looked when he was standing in that corner all by himself, and only joined the party when everyone else urged him to. Since the beginning of summer, Dipper could only remember Sammy either working or fretting over him and Mabel. This was perhaps the first time that Sammy finally started having fun and relaxing since first coming to Gravity Falls, and after everything that he went through for the twins, Dipper felt that this was the least that Sammy deserved after all of that.

"Seriously, it's probably nothing," Dipper reassured him. "Don't worry about it." Sammy stared at him for a while, then slowly nodded. "Okay, then," he said. "But let me know if things are getting too much for you." After that, the two of them joined everyone else, who were busy watching Thompson using the dance machine. "Dance! Hurry up!," said the machine. "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!," Lee and Nate chanted, cheering Thompson on. "Wow. He's really terrible at this," Wendy chuckled, seemingly unaware of Dipper's plight. "Heh heh, yeah. That's, that's great," Dipper said nervously, before looking at a nearby glass door. His blood went cold when he saw their reflections on the glass, which only showed them as skeletons, without any skin or meat on them. Dipper frantically rubbed his eyes and looked again, but their reflections were now back to normal. "I'll be right back," he said, before leaving the group and running to the nearest phone. He tried ringing for Stan, but for some reason, Stan wasn't picking up. "Come on, Grunkle Stan, pick up! Ugh, what is he doing?!," groaned Dipper. "Dipper?," asked Sammy, startling him and causing him to drop the phone, which hung from its elastic cord. "Dipper, what's going on right now?," asked Sammy. "And don't try to hide it this time. I saw how scared you were just now." He knelt down to Dipper's level. "Please, Dipper," he said softly. "Just tell me."

Dipper finally relented and told Sammy about the brain creature that he saw in the freezer when getting the ice, as well as the skeletons he saw in the glass door. When he was done, Sammy had a grave expression on his face. "This is serious. It sounds like something we've never gone up against before," he said. "We'd better tell Wendy and the others." "Wait, no!," cried Dipper, grabbing Sammy's arm. "Sammy, we can't let them know about this!" Sammy stared at him with wide eyes. "But… why not?," he asked in bewilderment. "Because… I don't want them to think I'm lame. There, I said it," Dipper sighed. "Dipper, of course they won't think that," Sammy reassured him. "I've hung out with them for a while, and they're good guys. Well, maybe not Robbie, but I'm sure that most of them will understand. Wendy, especially."

Dipper's eyes widened in fear. "No, not Wendy. We can never tell Wendy about this!," he said, frantically shaking his head. "I finally made her think I'm cool now! What would she think if I told her and her friends that this store could be haunted? She'd think I'm just a scared little kid!" "Dipper," Sammy sighed heavily, feeling a little irritated. He thought it was cute that Dipper had a crush on Wendy, but at the moment, it was only making things more problematic.

"Look, all I'm asking is for us to keep this between ourselves," Dipper pleaded. "If we really need to tell the others, then we'll tell them." "...I'm not really okay with this," said Sammy. "But fine, I won't tell them. We should still tell Mabel, though. She deserves to know." "Yeah, of course I'll tell her," said Dipper. The two of them went to search for Mabel, only to find her sitting among a pile of empty packets, covered in Smile Dip. "Mabel, we really need your advice," said Dipper. "We're hanging out in a haunted convenience store, I can't get a hold of Grunkle Stan, and if I try to say anything about it to any of these guys they'll just think I'm a scared little kid or something!" Instead of responding, Mabel only made a gurgling noise. "Mabel?," asked Dipper, waving his hand in front of Mabel's face. "Oh, goodness!," gasped Sammy, picking up one of the empty Smile Dip packets. "Mabel! How many of these did you eat?!" "Beleven… teen…," Mabel croaked out, currently trapped in a sugar induced trance. "Ugh, idiot!," Sammy harshly berated himself. "I should've kept a closer eye on you! How could I have been so stupid?"

"Whoa, Sammy, calm down," said Dipper, fairly alarmed by Sammy's very sudden and extremely self-deprecating behavior. "It wasn't your fault, okay. Look, we just need to–" "Whoa guys, you might wanna see this," Robbie suddenly called out. Everyone except for Mabel went and gathered around Robbie, who was pointing down at two, body-shaped tape markings on the floor. Everyone looked down at the tape markings with morbid curiosity. Sammy felt a chill go up his spine upon seeing these markings. So people really did die in this place after all.

"Whoa. Then the rumors are true!," said Lee. "Dude, I dare you to lie down in it," said Robbie. "Good idea!," said Lee, then turned to Nate. "Go lie down in it!" Nate happily obliged. "I'm a dead body, look!," he joked, about to put his foot right in the markings. "Wait!," Dipper cried out, causing everyone else to stop and stare at him. "Maybe let's not do that." "This guy's scared!," Lee snickered. "All I'm saying is, why tempt the fates?," Dipper asked nervously. "I mean… What if this place really is… haunted?" Immediately, the teens started booing and jeering at him. "Boo! Ah c'mon!" "Yeah, just take it down a notch, Captain Buzzkill!," Robbie sneered. "I thought I was Dr. Funtimes," said Dipper, sounding hurt. "Well, you're acting like Captain Buzzkill! Right?," Robbie retorted. The other teens nodded, and even Wendy looked away with an embarrassed look on her face. "Yeah, little bit," she murmured.

"Hey, stop that, all of you!," Sammy scolded. "How could you say that about Dipper?" "Uh, because it's true," Robbie retorted. "I bet he also thinks that zombies and sea monsters are real too." "Status update: trapped in store with insane 9-year old," said Tambry, texting on her phone. Apparently, that was the last straw for Dipper. "I'm not a 9-year-old!," he yelled out in frustration, before walking over to the tape markings. "Dipper, no!," gasped Sammy, but it was too late. Dipper laid down inside one of the markings. "I'm 13! Technically a teen!"

Suddenly, all the lights in the convenience store turned off, leaving them in complete darkness. Then, the tape that Dipper was laying in suddenly started glowing. Sammy quickly reached over, grabbed Dipper by his vest, and pulled him out of the tape. Then, to everyone's shock and horror, Tambry suddenly dissolved into a mass of blue light before disappearing, leaving her phone behind. Dipper picked up the phone and began reading from it.

"Status update: AAAAUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!" Then, a small television under the ceiling turned on, revealing Tambry, who appeared to be trapped inside. She tried banging on the screen and screaming for help, but it did nothing. "Tambry! Tambry!," cried Wendy. "Can you hear us?!," asked Dipper. Unfortunately, Tambry didn't seem to see or hear them.

"What are we supposed to do?!," cried Nate. "I don't know man! I don't know!," cried Lee. "Let's just go already!," yelled Robbie. "B-but what about Tambry?!," Sammy asked. Then, his eyes widened in fear. "What about Mabel?!" "Who cares?! We gotta get out of here!," snapped Robbie. Sammy wanted nothing more than to smack Robbie in the face, but right now, he knew that this wasn't the time or the place. "Thompson!," yelled Wendy. Unbelievably, Thompson was still playing the dance machine. "Wait! I've almost got the high score!," he said, sweating like a pig. Then, he dissolved into thin air just like Tambry, and reappeared inside of the game. "Uh? What?," he asked. "It's time to shake what your mama gave you!," said the game. Then, arrows began falling down on him, some of them even getting stuck in his back. "No! So many arrows!," he cried, curling up into a ball as he was attacked by more and more arrows. "You're a dance machine!," said the game. "No! You're a dance machine!," Thompson sobbed.

"Oh no!," cried Dipper. "Thompson!," gasped Wendy. "Forget them! Let's go!," yelled Robbie. "I'm not leaving until I find Mabel!," said Sammy, before running into the aisles and disappearing from sight. "Sammy, wait!," cried Dipper. "Robbie, we can't leave this place without Sammy and Mabel!," yelled Wendy. Robbie ignored her and ran straight for the doors, but they closed on him before he could get out. "What the…," said Wendy, trying and failing to open the doors. "Guys… It's locked!" "OUTTA MY WAY!," yelled Robbie, running towards the doors with a cash register raised above his head. He threw the register at the doors as hard as he could, but it dissolved into light just like Tambry and Thompson. "Everybody, wait! Whatever is doing this has to have some kind of reason!," said Dipper, getting out the journal and flipping through it as fast as he could. "Maybe if we could just figure out what it is, they'll let us out of here!" "'Uh-uh they'll let us out of here!' Yeah, that makes a lot of sense!," Robbie snapped.

"I don't know guys, maybe he's got a point!," said Wendy. "Yeah right, I'm sure the ghost just wants to talk about his feelings!," Lee replied sarcastically. But right as those words came out of his mouth, he also dissolved into thin air before reappearing on the front of a cereal box. "W-what?," he asked, looking around. He was sitting in a bowl of milk, and standing over him was a large toucan holding a spoon. "I'm bonkers for eating you alive!," said the toucan. "No!," screamed Lee, before the toucan proceeded to stab right into him with its spoon.

"Lee! Okay, okay… I'm with you kid! 100%, man!," said Nate. Suddenly, a loud and deep voice boomed across the room. "Welcome." The group turned around and saw two people who were slowly rising into the air. It was Mabel and Sammy, but judging by their glowing, blue eyes, it was clear that both of them were now possessed by the ghost. "They got Mabel and Sammy!," Dipper gasped. "Welcome to your graves, young trespassers," Mabel spoke in a deep male voice, before laughing and kicking her legs. "We're super sorry for hanging out in your store!," Wendy apologized. "Yeah! Can we just go now and leave forever?," asked Dipper.

"Well… okay. You're free to go," said Mabel, shrugging her shoulders. And just like that, the doors opened again. "Now hold on a minute," said Sammy. Unlike Mabel, whose voice was now deep and loud, Sammy's voice sounded more like an elderly woman's. "Before you leave, hot dogs are now half off. I know it might be crazy, but you gotta try these dogs!" Both Nate and Robbie screamed and ran for the doors, but before they could escape, the doors closed again. "My wife was just kidding about the hot dog sale!," Mabel yelled angrily. "Just let us out of here already!," yelled Nate. "You will not speak to my husband in that tone!," growled Sammy, before snapping his fingers, causing Nate to dissolve as well. He reappeared on a stove as… "No! I'M A HOT DOG!," Nate wailed, having turned into a sausage with a human face and hat.

"It begins," Mabel and Sammy spoke in unison, raising their arms up. Suddenly, every object in the room, including Wendy and Dipper, floated up to the ceiling, as though gravity itself was turned on its head. "Welcome to your home for all eternity!" Dipper and Wendy bumped into the ceiling and crouched down as numerous items and objects flew around them.

"Dipper, what do we do?!," asked Wendy. Before Dipper could answer, he noticed a shelf flying right at them. "DUCK!," he yelled. The two of them ducked just as the shelf flew over their heads. Wendy looked around and saw a tipped over ice machine. "Quick! In there!," she said, pointing at it. The two of them quickly crawled over to the ice machine and hid under it. "What do they want from us?!," cried Wendy. "Revenge, I guess?," asked Dipper. "But what did we do wrong?," asked Wendy. "Okay, let's try to figure out the pattern here," said Dipper, quickly going over what had happened. "Why was each person taken? Tambry was texting, Thompson was playing a video game, Lee was being sarcastic; it doesn't make any sense!" "Yeah! I mean, those are all just normal teenage things," Wendy agreed. But then, something about what she said made Dipper pause. "...Wendy, say that last part again," he said. "Normal teenage things?," asked Wendy. Dipper gasped as a revelation finally came to him. "Of course! Stay here until I get back!," he said, crawling out of the freezer. "Dude, what are you doing?!," asked Wendy. Dipper ran over to Mabel and Sammy, who were both still floating in the air.

"Hey ghosts!," yelled Dipper, trying to get their attention. And it worked. Mabel and Sammy twisted their heads around to face Dipper. Then, Dipper found himself floating towards them. Gathering his courage, he took a deep breath. "I've got something to tell you! I'm not a teenager!" In an instant, everything stopped flying around and fell down. Two ghosts appeared out of thin air, and neither of them were what Dipper had expected at all. He expected them to appear as nightmarish ghouls, like what you see in horror movies, but instead, these ghosts looked more like a lovely elderly couple. One was an old man who had been possessing Mabel and was now holding her by the hair. The other one who had been possessing Sammy was an equally old lady. "Hohoho! Well why didn't you say so?," the old man chuckled, before dropping Mabel into a pile of candy wrappers. The old woman did the same thing with Sammy. Luckily, neither of them seemed hurt, though they were a little disoriented. "How old did you say you were?," asked the old man. "I'm… I'm twelve, technically not a teen," sighed Dipper.

"When we were alive, teenagers were a scourge on our store!," said the old woman. "Always sassafrassin' customers with their boomy boxes and disrespectful short pants!," said the old man. "So we decided to up and ban them! But they retaliated with this new fangled rap music." "The lyrics, they were so hateful!," said the old lady, shivering from the memory. "It was so shocking, we were stricken down with double heart attacks! That's why we hate teenagers so much! Don't we, honey?" The elderly couple nuzzled each other lovingly. Dipper would've found it sweet if it wasn't for the fact that they absolutely terrified them not too long ago. "But they're my friends, isn't there anything I can do to help them?," he asked pleadingly.

The old man thought it over. "There is one thing. Do you know any funny little dances?," he asked. "Uh… is there anything else I can do?," Dipper asked nervously. "NOOOO!," roared the old man, suddenly growing bigger and lighting himself on fire. "OKAY OKAY OKAY!," Dipper said quickly. "Um… Well, I do know… the Lamby Lamby Dance. Bu-but I can't really do it, without a lamb costume!" He crossed his arms proudly, thinking that he had gotten out of it. But then, the old man snapped his fingers, and with a poof, Dipper was suddenly wearing a lamb costume that was almost identical to the one he used to wear as a child. "Oh, well… there it is," he sighed, before taking a deep breath… and throwing his dignity out the window.

"Wellll… Who wants a Lamby lamby lamby? I do! I do! So go up and greet your Mammy mammy mammy! Hi there! Hi there! So march march march around the daisies…" Meanwhile, Wendy couldn't help but gawk at Dipper's adorable dance with a huge smile on her face. "Yes, yes! More! MORE!," the old man yelled. "Don't don't don't you forget about the babies!," Dipper finished, poking his face while winking and sweating. The elderly couple smiled and nodded in approval. "That was some fine, girly dancin' boy! Your friends are free," said the old man, before snapping his fingers again and giving Dipper back his old clothes. "Well I don't think you have to worry about us coming back, so…," said Dipper. After the two ghosts disappeared, everything fell back to the floor, and even the lights turned back on. Not only that, the teens that had been trapped by the ghosts were now free, climbing out of the rubbish with pained groans.

"Ugghh… I'm never gonna eat or do anything ever again," groaned Mabel. "Hey! There's still some left!," said Dipper, picking up a packet filled with Smile Dip. "EVIL!," Mabel screamed, slapping it out of Dipper's hand. Sammy also sat up, groaning and rubbing his head. "Ugh, what happened just now?," he groaned. "The last thing I remember was going to find Mabel… and after that, nothing. Ugh, I have a monster headache…" "Heh, it was… interesting, to say the least," said Dipper, still blushing from the memory of the Lamby Lamby Dance.

"What– what happened after everything went crazy?," asked Lee. "You are not going to believe it!," said Wendy, trying to hold back her laughter. "The ghosts appeared, and Dipper had to…" She stopped and looked back at Dipper, who was silently pleading with her not to tell any of them. "Uh, and uh, Dipper just grabbed a bat, and just started beating ghosts down, left and right, and the ghosts got all scared, and ran away like a couple of little girls, it was insane!" As everyone else listened to Wendy's false retelling of events, they cheered and congratulated Dipper. "Alright! Dr. Funtimes!," said Nate. Wendy looked back at Dipper and zipped her lips, just as she had done on the roof of the Mystery Shack. Dipper smiled and did the same thing. After that, needless to say, everyone was downright exhausted and more than ready to call it a night. The group left the store and piled into the van, with most of them falling asleep instantly. The only ones who were still awake were Dipper and Wendy. "Well, I'm probably scarred for life," Wendy stated casually. "Yeah, that was pretty crazy," Dipper chuckled.

"I think I'm gonna go stare at a wall for a while and RETHINK EVERYTHING. Hey, next time we hang out, let's stay at the Mystery Shack. Okay?," said Wendy, smiling. Dipper perked up. "Next time? Yah! Let's, let's hang out at the Shack! Yeah… Next time…" As the two of them got into the van, Mabel woke up and saw the message that she had written earlier. "OHHHHH… What kind of sick joke is this?," she groaned, still suffering the aftermath of a major sugar rush. When they were finally dropped off at the Mystery Shack, Sammy woke up and had to carry the nearly comatose Mabel on his back. As they walked back to the shack, Dipper gave Sammy a very quick summary of what had happened while Sammy was possessed. He decided to tell him that he did, in fact, have to do the Lamby Lamby Dance in order to get the ghosts to free everyone and go away. Sammy couldn't help but chuckle at the story. "It sounds like I missed a lot while I was being possessed," he said lightheartedly. "I kind of wish I'd seen that."

When they were right outside of the shack, a television set suddenly crashed through the window and landed right in front of them. Then, Stan's head stuck out of the window. He saw the alarmed expressions on their faces and tried to come up with an excuse. "Uh, couldn't find the remote," he said lamely, before going back inside. Sammy and Dipper looked at each other in confusion, then shrugged. That seemed like normal behavior for Stanford Pines.