Wendy was prepared to slam her head against the nearest wall. Why you may ask, because she encountered the dumbest group of creatures to help. Manotaurs.

These creatures refused the obvious name Minotaurs, what they properly were, and were so adamant she refers to them as Manotaurs. They even claimed to be half man, half taur. There is no plausible reason to help these guys, seeing as they were all outside what they call their mancave. Which is flooded in lava. And these idiots took a couple seconds to realize it was hot.

Wendy would have just turned and walked away, pretending to not have seen them, if it weren't for their constant crying over who they called Leader-aur, who was defeated in combat by who she knew as Dipper. These Idiots keep calling him Turtle-aur, the Destructor. As far as she could tell, he had his shell when he came and killed Leader-aur, and referred to himself as their destruction, so they gave him a name themselves.

Wendy knew that Dipper must have done something here, and as she heard a roar from within the cave, she knew there was something there. Wendy still couldn't understand why the lava wasn't melting her or anything else nearby, seeing as the equipment she saw in the cave, while melting, was still kind of intact.

So, Wendy stabbed her weapon into the 'lava' before bringing it to her face and sniffing. It was hot sauce. Hot sauce so hot, it could melt things given how melted the work out equipment was. Wendy sighed as she began to investigate what was filling this cave with hot sauce. Maybe this would save her the trouble later.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=Mystery Shack=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Stan was finally able to activate the machine to save his brother, having spent a week or so, help from his niece and nephew, along with Priscilla. He was finally going to see his brother once again, after thirty long years.

Ford stepped through the portal, before looking around in confusion. Nothing was blowing up, there were three extra young adults in his lab with his brother, and Stan was smiling as he walked over in a rush and started to speak and explain the situation to him.

Ford sighed as he listened. He was baffled at how all this could happen, Bill would always be his first guess at who was causing chaos, but this sounds nothing like the demon's MO. He would have to confront this Dipper and examine the results of their first conversation.

Ford went about preparing things. The four current residents within his home followed him as he went to the bunker in the woods. And he found something very disturbing.

Within the bunker, where he had sealed away the shapeshifter, where he was sure was secure and safe, was anything but. His trap room was clearly altered, seeing as it never activated when Stan just walked into it. Worst of all, the shapeshifter was missing. Ford had made sure that everyone understood to stay in the observation room, as he went about in search of the beast, and he found nothing.

Had Dipper gotten to him? What was he using it for? Why would he need it? So many questions, so few answers. Ford and the 'team' left empty handed after Ford finished looking through his belongings down there, realizing that Dipper had ransacked his bunker for more than just the shapeshifter.

Ford's next destination was the spacecraft. And he had much better luck finding things there. Things he did not want to find. Apparently, Dipper saw fit to add some defenses to the ship and placed monsters within. So that was a big no go, not until they could outfit them with more than just a magnet gun, some brass knuckles, and flimsy clothing.

Ford was growing frustrated as he walked with the other three adults back to the shack, taking a trip through the woods to avoid the creatures that Dipper had patrolling the trails. That was something else Ford had a problem with. Dipper had taken control of some of the creatures with metal helmets.

Ford took notice of the Kill Billies, as well as a couple Gremloblins. Usually in groups of four, three KBs to one Gremloblin. Ford also had to give credit to the boy, seeing as he also noticed how the roads were patrolled by robotic turtles. Alex explained they were Koopa Troopa. Ford asked why and complained about making complex names for silly robot turtles, completely ignoring his answer, as if it were a rhetorical question.

The four adults were getting a little frustrated with Ford ignoring their input, treating them like idiots. Alex at one point asked if this was worth it, saying that he should just have gone and confronted Dipper and Mabel himself instead of listening to Stan. That question actually caused them to stop and question why they hadn't, though it was an obvious answer.

They wanted to talk with Stan about things, and he distracted them with rescuing his brother, their uncle, and they couldn't turn the guy down as he told them his tale. They really did want to help, but this guy was a real piece of work, one only a twin could love.

Alex and Donna were about to walk off and confront their kids, if they hadn't heard a frustrated groan from above. They looked to notice near the top of the mountain, there was a rather fat monkey fighting a young girl wielding a short spear. Ford pulled out his magnet gun and used it to climb the mountain as fast as he could, using the gun as more of a grappling hook to launch himself up.

Wendy was doing battle with as stated before, a monkey, that was fifteen feet tall, fat enough it could fit her dad and all her brothers within his stomach, and he was spitting hot sauce as he yelled about her ruining his mixture.

Apparently, after jumping and floating with he aid of her boots, over rivers of the hot sauce, she found this monkey at the top, through a cave system that was carved as he mixed up certain types of peppers, and other ingredients, all in an attempt to make the perfect hot sauce.

The monkey had introduced himself as Hot Stuff, a name she refused to use, causing this to become a silent protagonist battle, because she wanted an excuse to not talk to him, so she acted mute. All to avoid saying his name. Dipper has forced her into this stupid game to save her town, he may have given her a nice pair of boots, but this was just ridiculous. If she finds out Dipper gave these things their names, she was going to enjoy stabbing him more than she should.

Seriously, the gator, that was clearly male, called himself Mamma Precious. A rose by any other name, but when you are already frustrated over the dumbest thing that has happened throughout her life. You can forgive her for drawing the line at calling a fat monkey covered in sauce, hotdogs, slabs of ham, and chips, 'hot stuff'.

Wendy wanted to go home and really think on if saving this town was worth it. Maybe Dipper would be a great leader, She has barely given him a chance. She doesn't know what he is doing to the girls trapped in his castle. Maybe they are having tea parties.

Aw, who is she kidding, she could never drop the challenge after she found the note with these boots. Nor will she forgive him for this stupid monkey business, as well as making her deal with a bunch of pansy ass man wannabes. Those guys were too stupid to attack the town, and now she was forced to help them in order to get whatever this thing had hidden away.

Wendy had to jump out of the way when HS spat more hot sauce at her. And yeah, she is getting stuck dealing with this thing up chucking sauce at her, and she is gonna do the same if she gets hit. Wendy watched as her chance came, HS was panting as he tried to cool his mouth off after his third up chuck. He has been doing this throughout the whole fight, the gator had done the same.

Attacked her three times, stop to rest what it used to attack her, which gave her a chance to attack. At least this shit was consistence. Wendy would give credit where due with that. Wendy kicked off a rock, giving her a chance to rush in and stab the monkey right in the gut. Only for a certain scientist to land in her way. "Don't worry young lady, I will handle this."

Wendy had to hold back the urge to continue her rush and just stab her spear deep enough through the condescending bastard enough to still stab through the monkey. "Are you insane? I could have stabbed you."

HS looked between the two before him. "Hey, if you could talk, why were you so silent before?" Wendy groaned as Ford started to have a conversation with the creature.

"Well, I see you have sentient level of intellect, allowing speech and interaction, maybe we can talk this out and avoid these hostilities."

HS laughed, a full belly, all out laugh. "Your right, how about this. If you give me your leg, or maybe an arm, I might let you go. Sorry to say this, but I won't be letting the little lady go. I wanna taste what a woman's fun bags taste like, I wanna cook one and marinade it in my special sauce, before just dropping the other in my mouth to compare uncooked with cooked."

Ford tried his best to not react, but something just bothered him too much about this creature's speech. "'Wanna' is not a word, what you are meaning to say, is 'want to'." Wendy smacked the guy upside the head. "I don't think he cares stupid."

Ford looked at her with a bit of surprise. No one has ever called him stupid or smacked him upside the head like that. Wendy smirked, having just used the Gibs Slap™ properly. Wendy scoffed as she stepped forward, preparing to continue her fight. Ford frowned at the girl.

"I told you as I came up here, I will handle this, things like this are too dangerous for children." HS smirked as he watched his meal argue, seeing as Wendy just turned to threaten Ford, holding the man at weapon point. So he took advantage and sent a shot of hot sauce at them.

Ford was about to grab Wendy and dodge, until the girl spun away from both him, and the sauce shot, spinning over the edge of the mountain, before jumping back on, dodging a second shot. Ford was left in shock over watching the girl defy gravity, so in shock, he was almost hit with the third sauce shot, if Wendy hadn't kicked a rock and smacked him in the head, causing him to flop down with the sauce going over him.

Ford wound up near a stream of some of the hot sauce, the edges of his coat touching it, catching on fire. As Ford was stomping the fire on his coat out, Wendy took the chance to slash HS, causing the creature to scream in pain. Wendy had to then jump back as hot sauce spilled out, before the beast, who was now half his previous mass, burnt his wound closed.

And now the thing had more mobility.

Wendy did not see it coming when the monkey dragged his clawed hand across his stomach, cauterizing the wound she had just given him, before he jumped forward and kicked her right in the chest. As she got her balance back and was able to see the thing, she took note of the changes.

Hot Stuff went from being fifteen feet and all fat, to looking closer to one of those manotaurs, but slightly shorter. This just became harder, seeing as she also had to watch out for the dimwit. Is this how Kim Possible feels when dealing with Ron?

HS rushed forward as Wendy was forced to bat away it's claws that were covered in the sauce. Well at least her spear could handle hot sauce hot enough to cauterize wounds and melt stone workout equipment. She was super glad she had the hover boots, seeing as she could hover over cracks in the mountain, that HS had to prep to jump over.

Wendy was beginning to piece this thing's history together. He must have been a small monkey, maybe bullied by the manotaurs, if his destruction of their mancave is anything to go by. But he was normal, before getting something from Dipper, that allowed him to grow to such a large size. But it must have been recent that he gained this size, before growing more from all the sauce he was eating, because it appeared to not be able to prep a jump properly for his size, and as he landed, he did it wrong, causing him to be staggered.

Ford chose to chip in his two cents. "He must not be used to his current size, we need to attack as he lands, before he has time to regain his balance."

Normally, in any other game scenario, Ford's dialogue would have been in a cutscene, pausing the action to aid the idiot with the controller. This time, when Ford stepped up from behind and placed his hand on her shoulder and distracted her with telling her what she could see, he allowed HS to regain balance.

Wendy had a twitch in her eye, repeating the phrase, don't kill the idiot, over and over again in her head. This guy, because she had not gotten his name yet, was worse than every other single exposition creature in every game she has ever played with her brothers. This went beyond even their lousy backseat gaming when they were younger.

She officially wanted to kill this guy. HS did not get the message, because as he jumped at them, Ford jumped away, where as Wendy stabbed his left claw with the spear, hard enough it pierced straight through, before grabbing his right forearm with enough force they heard a crack, HS screaming in pain as his arm broke. Wendy proceeded to start kicking him, first between the legs, and continuing to stomp the creature repeatedly as he crumbled down.

Wendy continued to stomp him as she yanked the short spear out of his hand as she aimed a stomp right into his arm to give herself the leverage she needed. Ford would be honest; he might have annoyed the girl a little. Ford flinched over each stomp, barely noticing as his brother and the rest of their group showed up.

Wendy took notice as she was stomping the monkey, there was something metallic stabbing out of it's stomach. Kicking him again as the top half flopped back, she took notice of how it was a gripping mechanism, one that looked to be the perfect size for her spear to be stuck in, and upon stabbing the spear into it, it activated.

Wendy watched as the mechanism tightened around the end of her spear, and upon pulling it out, she was surprised to find it was a mechanical axe head. It was about a foot and a half long, the blades along the side were barely five inches out. As Wendy flicked the thing off to the side in order to rid it of the sauce and gunk, how this thing had so little in the way of guts and blood surprised her, but the axe grew in size.

The blades extended out, showing the head of a proper battle axe, the edges of the blades were lit up and giving off a great deal of heat, the blades looked cracked as what looked to be lava flowed through the axe head. Apparently, this thing had eaten a lave axe head, in order to make his sauce so hot. What the fuck kind of bullshit was this? Who gives a fuck, she had a proper axe once more, and now she could bitch properly at that idiot that got in her way.

Turning to the idiot, she found her boss, Priscilla, and two other adults, all just staring at her, showing slight fear and awe. "What? I am getting sick and tired of this videogame bullshit, and dumbass here has to even backseat game so he can tell me what is obvious. I have had to deal with obnoxious gnomes, barfing fairies, a singing crock, a bunch of whiny wannabe man shits, and a big fat slob that told me to call him Hot Stuff, before having to deal with his shit, so pardon me for being a little aggravated."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=Let's let her cool off, and check in with Dipper and his girls=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Dipper was trying his best to enjoy his dinner with his queen, his sister, and their two friends. As far as Dipper knew, all his plans were working out perfectly. Everyone was doing as they were supposed to, and Pacifica was even going to him for lessons in magic, finding the pants trick he did the other night to be humorous after she learned to do it.

Mabel was so happy; she couldn't stop smiling. Her brother had allowed her to redecorate the town, and even getting rid of all those stupid muffins someone spray painted onto the walls. Someone had an addiction, and it was to a level even she found concerning. Yeah, she loved decorating stuff, but she made sure she could fix the things she decorated, and they were her things, or Dipper's.

She didn't mess with things he told her not to touch, but she was guilty of decorating more than her personal Koopa bot, an adorable orange one she called Mikey, the party troopa. And Dipper has allowed her to have full access to his functions. She turned that little guy into a portable party machine, seeing as he had mp3 compatibility, and a screen he could pull up for karaoke purposes. He had been seeing a lot of use lately with all the partying she and the girls have been doing.

Candy would be honest, she did enjoy being able to just relax with the girls, but she would always remind herself about her mission when she stared out past the literal moat of lava and would see a creature that Dipper was controlling. Or look out and see the townspeople trying to get over how the robots forced them to obey every law without exception. She was forced to watch as two Koopa bots dragged a slightly older boy with black hair and clothing off to jail. She failed to see his face, and she wasn't down there to see what happened, but it was a first for the town.

Grenda and she were still confused when Mabel complained to Dipper over some muffin obsessed hooligan messing with their town. Dipper obviously knew what was going on and just kept telling her he would have the bots handle it, mumbling about the idiot's punishments and how they were going to get worse if he didn't stop.

Grenda was the one to ask. "So, what is so bad about muffins?"

Dipper and Mabel looked baffled for a moment, before Dipper gained a look of realization. "Well, there is some idiot running around town and spray-painting muffins all over. Graffiti that I have to use resources to clean up again and again. I am slightly tempted to go down and make a sample of him, seeing as Preston wasn't enough."

Pacifica barely flinched, seeing as Dipper had done his best to make sure she knew how safe she was with him. She had even expressed how she wanted to have a Summer-ween party, seeing as her father never allowed it before. Dipper had been arguing with himself over whether he would allow it or not, wanting to make her happy, give her everything and all that.

But he also had to think about his big plans for Wendy, and if it was worth giving her another shot at him this early. Up until he literally, just now received a transmission from his surveillance bots, telling him that Wendy retrieved the Blaze Axe head. He would have liked if she would get several, but he also got the heads up that Ford was back. Looks like he was up for a confrontation here soon anyways.

"Well, I have been thinking as I told you Pacifica." Pacifica was actually caught off guard at that, having expected he said that he would think about her request, just so she would drop the subject. "You can throw one, invite everyone you want to invite, the whole town, or just some friends. I leave the planning up to you, seeing as it was your idea. I will guess you have your own desires for how it will go."

Pacifica couldn't keep her smile off her face as she looked at Dipper. "Yeah, I have it all planned out, ever since my father first said he would throw one, only to just invite rich snobbish people, none of which dressed up at all. Mostly just wearing mask like a masquerade ball."

Pacifica broke down into rambles as Mabel jumped at the chance to go over her plans, being a perfect party planner herself. Dipper smiled over this, while Pacifica was scared that Mabel would take over the whole thing and just make it her party, Dipper knew better.

Mabel was best for this, not because she thought she knew better, but because she inflated your ideas, and Pacifica needed a little inflation. Dipper had once seen the girl's design for a summerween party, and they were kind of sad. Pacifica was raised reserved, and she needed Mabel to expand her repertoire of thoughts. Pacifica was limited in the decorations she knew about, while Mabel was creative enough that she made her own decorations.

Mabel would see the plans Pacifica had, gasp in horror and shock, before hugging her and crying about her poor sheltered life, before dragging her off to show her pictures of the decorations she made personally for her own Halloween parties, before showing her some decorations that Pacifica did not know about in stores, that were 'too cheap for a Northwest to bother with'.

Pacifica would have fun as she went overboard with all the stuff, Mabel would encourage her. There was no such thing as overboard for this ship as she would say, if you can make it, or afford it, all decorations were allowed. Mabel would even drag Candy and Grenda into it when able, all three telling Pacifica about what they have done to decorate for the spooky holidays.

Dipper just sighs as he finished up his breakfast, everything he knew was going to happen, happening so fast and sudden, Mabel failed to finish her last pancake. Dipper chuckled over no longer having guests at the table.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=At the Mystery Shack=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Every adult other than Ford were rubbing their heads over the man's stupidity. Stan decided to try and explain it again. "Once again sixer, the kids these days have things called videogames, and from what Wendy has been explaining to us, this all sounds like one big game, most likely set up by Dipper to entertain himself. And if all this is true, than Wendy has the best chances at dealing with these things, considering she is young enough to have experience with this stuff."

Ford growled as he looked between the others. "And I am telling you, to stop being ridiculous, this is real life, not a videogame. We should not entrust our safety, the safety of the town, and possibly the entire universe, in the hands of just a young girl."

Wendy glared. "You do realize I am twenty, right?"

Ford looked taken back. "Really, you appear to be rather youthful for your age. You must have excellent genes." Wendy wanted to slam her head on something. Ford had been going on about how she should let him examine her new boots and axe, in order to see if he could figure out what made them so special, he had been rather drawn more to her boots, seeing as they could potentially allow him to try flying boots.

Wendy was against letting him touch either, seeing as she found the guy to be rather stupid, she expected him to pull them apart, and ruin what made them work, and she would no longer have the item to use. The axe was obvious why she refused to allow the man to see, seeing as it was her axe, she was the professional lumberjane among them, and the axe clearly would have to be broken apart in order to figure out anything about it.

Ford has been on this topic ever since they came back here, and within the single afternoon he has made everyone there want to punch him. Wendy had to have everyone else talk her out of taking a swing at him when he demanded she hand over her stuff. Wendy was just glad she didn't show him the latest item she got from her adventures.

Knowing that Dipper planted some treasure about the woods, she has been thorough with her searching of the locations her adventure has taken her. And the item she found, in what she could only guess was the personal quarters of the last leader-aur, she found a strange necklace, it was just a golden angel, but the note she found with it, explained that it had a very powerful effect.

It could revive the dead, anywhere or time, as long as she had some DNA of the person, she could bring anyone back alive. She could set it up to automatically bring herself back if she failed, if Dipper killed her, the necklace could bring her right back.

Or she could go get some of her mother's DNA. Wendy didn't think about it, but her mother had made each of her kids a bracelet from her own hair after she had been diagnosed with cancer. She still had hers with her, always up on her bicep. The damn thing was hard to get to, seeing as she had to first notice the room behind the sauce falls, she still shivered over the implications of that all being vomit from the monkey. And not only did she have to spot it, but she also had to deal with the fact that it was locked in a way that required a minotaur to unlock, but with a little ingenuity, she managed to squeeze herself past.

Right before she had to deal with preventing herself from vomiting, having been confronted with the very large corpse of leader-aur. Wendy asked herself if she really could fight someone capable of felling such a beast. But then she found the chest, which was hidden under the hand of the corpse.

The letter she found was literally the same one she read from the one that held the boots, word for word. It was obviously printed out, as if he used the copier to skip having to write it out again, and she didn't hold that against him. But that told her that he left one in each chest because he didn't know which she would find first. This one had a nice velvet pillow, holding the angel necklace.

She found another note within this one, however. The second note explained everything about the necklace. The second life. A necklace that allowed you a second chance to fight him if you tried to fight him before you were ready and failed. She just had to tie her hair around the neck of the angel and lay it in her bed. And if the person that the hair belonged to was dead, the necklace would revive them.

Dipper clearly meant for her to tie her hair around the thing and lay it in her bed before she fought him, and if he killed her, she could give him a surprise attack after he thought her dead. All for his own entertainment. But why wouldn't it work for her mother as well? She also needs to go visit her family, so they know she is fine anyway, seeing as she has been getting distracted. Maybe her dad can do some proper examination of the axe, making sure it's up to snuff.

Wendy looked between the arguing Stans, both could be argued to be idiots, but at least Stan was more trusting of others than the Dorito obsessed Ford. Yeah, she got that bit of info as they traveled here, her boss had a twin. As if one Stan was bad enough, but at least the old one wouldn't have stopped her in the middle of a fight to the death with a lava vomiting beast to tell her something obvious, that they both saw.

"I am gonna head home, check up on my family and all that, let them know what is going on." Wendy ignored Ford as he corrected her about 'gonna' not being a proper word. Wendy grabbed his hand as he tried to stop her from leaving. "You can ask without touching me you know. What do you want?"

Ford frowned at her. "I still want to convince you to at least let me have a look at those boots."

Ford was cut off from saying anything else as Wendy kicked him in the gut. "These are my boots, and that is the closest you are going to get to seeing them. Stop obsessing over my feet, its fucking creepy."

Ford was still coughing a bit as Wendy walked out of the shack and headed home. As he stood up, grumbling about how Wendy should have handled herself better. Stan groaned loudly, getting Ford's attention. "Sixer, you really need to try harder with controlling yourself. Not everything needs an answer, and if you hadn't thought about it, Dipper created those things, help us figure out how to save him, and you and he can nerd out about all that stuff later. Just help us save the boy first."

Ford smiled as he nodded. "Your right, I will be in the bunker, call me when dinner is ready. I have a battle to plan."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=End=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Alright, more with the hero team then I thought there would be, but Dipper is trying to get everything under control with the town, and the most with them are small fluff moments with Pacifica.

Now, we see an interesting item I threw in. I do wanna hear your guy's opinion on it. I figured that Wendy is one of those Disney gals that has a mother that