Ok, I need to explain something! Mabel and Dipper aren't related to Maddie, Jack, Jazz Danny and Dani. If you don't know, I'm British, and over here, they're two types of auntie and uncle- related and parents close friend. For example, my mum's friend's kids call my mum Aunt and my dad Uncle, despite not even being distantly related. It's the same with Dani and Dipper.

You got that, Guest?!

And, to Stayin'Anonymous, anyone younger is a baby to someone older than you. Dani is a baby to Danny and Danny is a baby to Jazz

WARNING! Tucker bashing

Now, here's the chappie

Dani pulled out the tutu out of Mabel's golden backpack as Mabel got her hairspray, comb and glitter out of her pockets.

"How do you fit all that in your back pockets?" asked Agnes

"Cause I'm Mabel!" she insisted, and despite the ludicrousness of this statement, it seemed convincing. "Kneel down so I can do your hair, then put the tutu, shoes and makeup" ordered Mabel. Agnes scowled and crossed her arms.

"NO!" she exclaimed, angrily. For a few seconds, there was nothing but black. Than longer. After around 10 minutes, Agnes regained consciousness, and she looked in a large puddle and saw that she was completely dressed up, completely, and appeared like the popular girls at her school.

"How did you do that?" she asked in shock

"Possession is an extremely useful," smiled Dani

"I HATE YOU!" said Agnes,"*

"Go and save my friend, you can hate each over later," exclaimed Scarlett, forcing a dark blue twirling ribbon to the silk gloved hands, before pushing her up to the door.

"Shall I escort the fair maiden to the door?" asked a smug-faced Tucker. Now Tucker Foley can truthley say he's been punched in the face by 4 girls at the same time, and it's not an experience he'd like to repeat** .

"The fair maiden can escort herself to the door," imitated Agnes, pulling out her tutu into a mock curtsy, before taking herself into the queue

"Ok Dani, one of us have to take Tucker and the other takes Mabel," sighed Scarlett.

"I bagsy Mabel," both half ghosts shouted in unison.

"are you guys being racist?" complained Tucker***

"No, we just know you're going to milk us holding hands for years," said Dani.

"Ugh, I'll take him," sighed Scarlett, as her team-mates were gifted with the rare sight of Scarlett's human form. She grabbed Tuckers wrist, and Dani grabbed Mabel's hand

"This is not a date, and we are not dating. If you tell anyone about this, I'll send the body guards after you. You got it?!" Threatened Scarlett. As they approached the door, both Halfas turned both themselves and their +1 intangible, hoping their ecto signatures were dim enough to pass as captive ghosts, as all were human and the two half-ghosts were spreading their signatures round their baggage.

"In we go," Mabel celebrated, in a whisper no one expected from the mad girl. And that's what they did, fazing through the whitewashed walls of the GIW's building.

Agnes's POV

I passed my flyer to Steve (well, I say mine, I stole it from the kid dressed as a wizard) and entered the facility. The air is crisp and cold, and a complete contrast to the temperature outside. There was no buzz of an aircon so I knew that a few ice-cored ghosts were floating about. I hoped it was my allies, but they couldn't reveal themselves without being carted down to the holding facility. I pressed on, ectoplasm stains decorating the white walls and floor making me shiver. Ghost blood. There was a man and a woman, both cladded in white suits. "Little girl, why are you here? The stage is that way," said the woman, pointing with a Disney finger down back the way I had come. I thanked her and ran the way she'd pointed, but stopped myself outside lost and found office. I turned the handle.

Inside were racks of white suits as far as the eye could see, all seemingly in size order and sorted into gender. I grabbed the smallest female suit, and pulled it on, and instantly hated the entire company. A short and tight white pencil skirt, black cropped blouse and a little white blazer and tie. It was the only one in my size, so I unwillingly pulled my disguise on, wrinkling my nose. There was a dusty mirror in the corner and as I looked at it, I sighed, knowing that whilst I was tall for my age, I was clearly too short to be an adult so I searched through the shoe rack until I found a pair of black Mary-Jane heels in my size.

It was for Danny. But, by god he better thank her for this

Me: So Agnes, what do you think about all the torture I've put you through this chappie?

Agnes: You'll pay for this.

Me: No. I don't think you can get past my spider-pig defence system

* art/I-Hate-You-687801362

(Shameless Self Promotion)

**Damn girls, why are you all punching Tucker. Oh, right because I said so. I'm the god of this story.

*** originally, this line didn't exist but after re-reading, it sounded racist, so I put that little 2 sentence line in.