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-The sun shines bright on the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon, its residents do their normal, every day activities. People are seen walking through the streets, conversing with each other, and doing their jobs.-

"Its nice to be in the town again." -Mason says as he, Mabel and Stan walk through the town. People they walk past seem to turn to watch them for a moment, but none of the three noticed.-

"You know it! I wonder how Greasy's looks now. I heard it got moved into town and redone." -Mabel was playing with the drawstring of her red and pink bandaged heart sweater, excitedly fantasizing about how Greasy's Diner could look now. Her fantasies notably considered more rainbows and furry cats than you would think they'd use.-

"Probably not what you're thinking it is, kid." -Stan said, ruffling her hair. "I'm not a kid, I'm in my 20's." was the response.- "But its had quite the redo. No longer a big log now, its an actual, bona fide restaurant. Now with less rats!"

-As they talked about whether glitter-powered stoves could be an environmentally safe and practical replacement, they stopped at the doorstep of Greasy's Diner ("We Have Food" a large, light-up arrow sign said).- "Guess they couldn't remodel their catchphrase." -Mason remarked.-

-The restaurant was much bigger than the original Greasy's Diner, and looked more like a mashup of a Steak-and-Shake and the White House. They walked up some stairs in between large pillars ("They have to be compensating for something with those." -Stan commented-), and walked through the double doors.-

"Whoa! Its more amazing than I can imagine!" -Mabel exclaimed, holding her face in awe. The interior of the Diner looked much more modern than before, which was nice for a change. Pillars held up the roof from the walls with a few in the seating area. A statue of Stan and the twins from when they were 12 was in the back.-

"Huh, didn't know they made a statue." -Mason observed the statue. They certainly got the proportions right.- "Yeah, it gets awkward when you get a booth next to it." -Stan replied, tapping his foot as a waiter came over.- "Finally."

"Hello, welcome to Greasy's Diner, where we have food. How ma-" -The waiter, or waitress rather, talked. Mason and Mabel knew exactly who was talking the moment she spoke up, and she seemed to recognize them. They stared at each other for a while before Stan interjected.- "Uh, are we having a staring contest, or...?"

"Pacifica?!" "Mason and Mabel?!"

"And Stanley!" -They stared silently at Stan. He pouted.- "No, no that's fine. I didn't want to be a part of this anyways."

-Mason shook his head and turned to Pacifica.- "N-Never mind that. What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?"

"..."

"..."

"Right! Right! To get food, duh!" -Pacifica facepalms for her stupidity.- "Anyways, if you want to know, I... I work here."

"You work here?"

"Well, Yeah. I have to make money somehow. My parents don't make nearly as much anymore with farming."

"Wow, if you could get a job, why can't they?" -Mabel asked. Pacifica looked around worriedly, as if what she would say next could get her killed.-

"Well, no one really wants to hire them anymore after... you know."

-They didn't know.- "Huh?" "Know what?" "What are you talking about, kid?"

-Pacifica nearly facepalmed again. She looked around before making a triangle with her hands and raising it over her eye, looking straight at them.-

"Ooh, that makes sense." "Oh I get it know." "I'm still confused."

"They only let me have a job because I... helped. Its why we have any sort of money at all." -Pacifica explained, before looking at her watch.- "I should get you guys a table. Table or booth?"

"Uhh, booth." -Stan replied. Pacifica nodded and tapped some things in the computer before motioning them to follow.- "Follow me."

-They followed Pacifica through the Diner towards the back, where they found an empty booth... right near the statue. On the way, Mason tried not to stare at Pacifica, though it made him aware of the weird side-staring coming from the other customers. They seemed to stop when he noticed.-

"Great, we get to eat and bask in the glory of ourselves." -Stan said as they sat into the booth. Mason and Mabel sat on one side as Stan sat on the other. Pacifica left them to search through the menu.-

-After a bit, she returned with a notepad.- "Do you have anything you want to drink?" -Mabel and Stan seemed to be attentive, but Mason was absentmindedly looking through the menu.-

"I want a strawberry lemonade." -Mabel replied. Pacifica wrote it down.- "And you?" -She motioned to Stan. Stan simply replied "A water is fine. Put a lemon in it."

-She wrote it down and said "You?" to Mason. He didn't respond.- "Mason? What do you want?"

"You."

-Everyone stayed silent as Mason quickly realized what he just said. Face growing red, he quickly tried to cover it up.- "Youuuuuuuu-" -he looks through the menu.- "uuuuur double cheeseburger! Yeah, that's what I was gonna say."

"I was talking about drinks, doofus." -Pacifica replied, though Mabel noticed a smile creep on her slightly pink face.-

-Mason facepalmed.- "Gah, I'm sorry! I'll take whatever Mabel's having." -Pacifica wrote it down.- "Alright, NOW I can take your orders."

"Uh, I'll just take what I said before." -Mason seemed to avoid looking at Pacifica, his face still red. Pacifica, ignoring this, wrote it down.- "And you two?"

"I'll take strips and fries, please!" -Mabel said.- "I'll take a salad with ranch." -Stan replied, garnering an eyebrow raise from each of them.- "What? I gotta get rid of this gut somehow." -He emphasized it by patting his gut. Mabel feigned disgust.-

"Right, well, I'll take this back and come back with your drinks shortly." -Pacifica informed them as she closed her notepad, took their menus and walked towards the kitchen. Mason went to wave her goodbye, but stopped himself and went to stare out the window.-

"So, uh, brobro." -Uh Oh.- "What was that all about, huh?"

"Huh, what thing? Nothing happened, I don't know what you're talking about, you must be imagining things." -Mason tried making excuses, but Mabel's mischievous grin made it clear he wasn't getting away that easy.- "You sure? Cause I'd say you" -she poked his nose.- "have a crush~!"

"What?! No I don't. You're crazy!"

"Please, you're about as subtle as the sun with that red blush on your face." -Stan pointed at his face with an amusing grin. Mason quickly hid it with his hands.- "I don't know what red you're talking about, Grunkle Stan. I DON'T have a crush."

-Mabel scratches her chin.- "Then what's those notes you always writing in your journal about her then?"

"Mabel! You saw those?!"

"Oho, THIS I gotta see."

"Dipdop," -Mabel turned to him.- "you left your journal out before we came here. How could I not look through it?"

-With his cover practically blown, he faceplanted onto the table.- "Auuughh, fine! I may have a tiny, TINY crush on her."

"EEEE YOU ADMIT IT!" -Mabel squealed and embraced her brother. He wasn't to thrilled.-

"But what does it matter? Its not going to go anywhere, just like with Wendy." "Yeah, but then you were, like, 12. Wendy was too old no matter how you look at it." -Mabel reasoned.- "But now, you're, like, even age. Besides, Pacifica didn't slap you to death for it, I think I even saw a smile from her!"

"Yeah, a pity smile more like."

"Cheer up, Mason. If you're anything like me, don't look forward to love so much. I ever tell you about Marilyn?" "Uh, no?" "Oh, well uh-"

"Grunkle Stan, don't go making Dipper discouraged now. This could be his one and only chance to find true love!" -Mabel pouted at Stan.- "Wow, thanks for the input." -Replied Mason. Stan laughed.-

"Fine fine, but lemme tell you a joke first. So, my ex-wife still misses me-" -Stan began, but at that moment, Pacifica came back with the drinks.- "Here's your water and strawberry lemonades." -She set down straws and told them their food will be there shortly, then left.-

"Anyways, my ex-wife still misses me... but her aim is getting better!" -Stan swung his arms with a giant grin. Mabel and Mason deadpanned and stayed silent.- "... but her aim is getting better!" -again, silence.- "... you see, its funny because marriage is terrible."

"*GASP* Grunkle Stan! You can't say that! I bet you haven't even been married!" -Mabel said, shocked and appalled that he'd devalue holy matrimony like that.- "Yes I have, miss, even if it was only for 48 hours. I've told you about Marilyn, right?" "No, Grunkle Stan." "Well, she was my wife for, like, 48 hours. Then she stole my car and money, then fled into a canyon. Wonder where she's at now."

-An owl hoots through the trees, causing them to look out the window for the source.- "What was that?"

"Owls? At this time of day?" -Mason questions. Mabel shrugs and sips her lemonade.- "Its Gravity Falls, anything's possible." "Yeah, except good internet service."

"I hope that owl wasn't insinuating something." -Stan picks up the lemon from his water and chucked it into his mouth. Mabel stared at him.- "Uh, Grunkle? Don't you keep that ON the cup?"

"Hey, its my one fruit and/or vegetable of the day, leave me alone!"

"Uh huh. Anyways, back to Dippers massive crush on Pacifica!" ("Hey! Its not that big!") -Mabel clapped her hands together.- "We should make plans! We gotta get these two lovebirds together!"

"Please don't." -Mason pleaded.-

"I like the sound of that." -Stan replied.-

"Then its settled! Operation... uh... oh! Operation DIPCIFICA is a-go!" -Mabel announced as she stood up and put a leg on the table, fist pumping the air. Mason groaned, slamming his face on the desk.-

"Dipcifica, huh? Sounds like a chip dip." -Stan comments, prompting another groan from Mason.-

-After a few hours of brainstorming from Mabel and Stan (Mason was busy wishing he didn't exist), they had a large whiteboard full of activities Mason and Pacifica can do together. It was titled "Operation Dipcifica: The Lovebirds Maneuver" and had a list of different places and activities, including "Minigolf", "Eating at Greasy's", and "Romantic Fishing".-

"Alright, these are the activities we've agreed should be the best at sparking romance." -Mabel said, her voice and strutting reminiscent of a war general or a boot camp instructor.- "Unfortunately, Gravity Falls doesn't have much to offer, but we'll have to work with what we got!"

"You have this to a science." -Stan replied, sitting on Mabel's bed and staring at the whiteboard.- "Of course I do! I'm the prime matchmaker!"

"I thought you would've learned your lesson from Robbie and Tambry." -Mason called from across the room. He was busy trying not to exist.- "Well, I'm not technically playing with feelings, I'm trying to get you out of your own shell!" -Mabel replied, putting her hands on her hips.- "Besides, they actually have true love, just like now! Is it that bad to try?"

"I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Trust me, brobro. Once you two finally confess, everything will be a-ok!"

"..." -Mason looked away, pondering. Mabel made puppy dog eyes.- "Fine, fine. I'll go along." "YAY!"

-Now having sold his soul to the matchmaking devil, Mason stood up and sat next to Stan. He looked nervous now.-

"We'll have to get a suit for you. We gotta have you looking romantic." -Mabel said, going back to the instructor persona.- "Also, you'll need to call Pacifica today and ask her if she'll hang out tomorrow. We'll need to organize the activities."

"Do we have to?" "Do you want to hang out with her or not?" "... I guess..."

-Stan patted Masons back.- "Come on, you can do it. You're a Pines, for crying out loud!" "So are you." -Mason replied.- "Touché."

"I still don't understand why you guys need to do this." -Mabel looked at him.- "Because you're just gonna mope about it all your life and not do anything about it, and later you'll regret it and wish you could've gotten the courage to do it much earlier."

"... could've been a bit nicer about it." "Sorry."

"Hey, she's got a point." -Stan spoke.- "I'm aware." -Mason replied, massaging his temples.-

"Anyways, perhaps we'll start with minigolf. It'll need to be quick, I dunno if the little golf ball people will recognize us." -Mabel continued, staring at the white board with a hand scratching her chin.-

"Going straight into potential danger for romance, I like it." -Stan replied.- "Perhaps they should go fishing next. If we get lucky, they'll catch a sea monster that'll threaten to eat them and their loved ones whole. Now that's romance material!"

"Uh, do I even get a say in this?"

"Come on, Dipper, trust us!" "Yeah, we're totally trustworthy. Just look at my grin!" -Stan brandished a less-than-trustworthy grin.-

"I don't think a previously boy-crazy girl and an old man should be trying to give me love advice." -Mason said bluntly. Mabel laughed sheepishly.- "HAH! I wasn't boy-crazy, what're you talking about!"

"Lemme see, the Mattress Prince, those kids, Norman." -Mason replied, counting on his fingers.-

"..."

"The sock puppet guy, Mermando, kinda Gideon but not really."

"Hey, I just thought Gideon looked adorable, and that was BEFORE he turned clingy."

"Didn't you have a crush on the guy on the ten dollar bill once?"

"ALRIGHT I GET IT!"

-Stan shook his head.- "Hey, I may have not had the best luck, but I'm still older than you! That means I have more wisdom!" -He gave a prideful smile.-

"And what wisdom is that, exactly?" -Mason looked at him with an eyebrow raised.-

".. Uh, don't get old. Also you got a bug on your shirt." -Stan pointed to his shirt.-

"Grunkle Stan, that's not wisdom-" -Mason looked down, which prompted Stan to immediately flick his nose.- "HAHA! What can I say, my wisdom is unique."

-Mason held his nose as Mabel laughed at his peril.- "Okay, and how exactly does this help me go on a date with Pacifica?"

"Trust me, when you get dressed and have to check for bugs, you'll thank me." -Stan clapped his hands.- "Anyways, you got a call to make, lovebird."

"Please, please never call me that again."

-Mason stood up and went out of the attic to make the phone call. After a brief (and awkward) call, Mason walked back in, about as nervous as ever.-

"Sooo, what'd she say?" -Mabel asked excitedly. Mason scratched the back of his head nervously.- "She, uh... said she'd be down for it."

-Mabel squealed in delight so loudly that Mason and Stan had to cover their ears in order to preserve their hearing. The Shack seemed to shake, interrupting Soos in one of his tours. He and the tourists looked around.- "Was that an earthquake?" "I didn't know the Earth sounded like an over hyper girl." "Am I in danger?" -The tourists asked in rapid succession.-

"Don't worry, dudes, its just, uh... land turbulence!" -Soos explained to get them to calm down. It didn't seem to be working.- "Its caused by... uh... Oh! The Biggerfoot!" -Soos motioned to a crude diorama of a stereotypical Bigfoot but with extra large feet. This seemed to get the tourists attention.- "This is the only known rendition of the Bigfoot's elusive cousin, Biggerfoot. Legends say its footsteps sound like girls screaming."

-Back in the twins bedroom, Mabel finally stopped squealing with joy, prompting Mason and Stan to uncover their ears and sigh with relief.-

"Geez, Mabel, relax! You're squealing at a frequency only dogs should hear!" -Mason said exasperatedly.- "Hehe, sorry! I'm just really excited!"

"You sure haven't changed a lot, kid."

"No I haven't, Grunkle Stan." -Mabel seemed a bit too confident in that.- "Anyways, lets get this date started!"

"Tomorrow is going to be a long day." -Mason groaned.-

-The next day arrives. The gift shop seemed to be empty, though it is only the morning. Wendy sits at the cash register, tapping her fingers on the table, bored.-

"Do I really have to wear this?" -Said a voice from the living room. Out walked Mason, who was wearing a full-piece black suit and a red striped tie. Mabel followed, messing with Mason's collar with Stanley behind her.-

"You want to look good for her, don't you?" -Mabel asked, stepping back from him after being satisfied with his collar. "I guess." was the response.-

"So, who's the lucky lady?" -Came Wendy's voice. Mason turned around, embarrassed.- "Oh, Wendy! I... Uh...!"

"He's going on a date with Pacifica!" -Mabel announced for him. Wendy chuckled.- "Oh really? What, did you have to convince him to ask?"

-Mabel shrugged.- "Kinda." "She's forcing me." "HEY!"

-Wendy laughed.- "Ah, I see, I see. I'm guessing you're in it as well, Stan?"

"Eh, I'm just here to be damage control." -Stan replied casually.- "Hey, it won't go that bad! I hope." -Mason retorted, though with not much confidence.- "It'll be fine, Dipper! Just, don't do what you did with Wendy the last summer we were here." "Yeah, just be yourself, man."

"Are we sure we want that?" -Stan joked, garnering a hush from both Mabel and Wendy.-

-Mason sighed.- "Well, I'll try. I suppose its a miracle anyways that she even agreed to this." "Agreed to what?" -The voice of Soos calls out as he pokes his head into the gift shop. His fez shifts on his head a bit.-

-Soos takes one look at Masons attire and gets the memo.- "Ooh, you're on a date, huh?" "Yeah, apparently." "Sweet! Good luck with it! Also, Wendy, do you know where my staff is?"

"Uh, shouldn't it be in your room?"

"I looked there, couldn't find it. Did the beautiful men from the garbage steal it again?" "What are you talking about?"

"We should... leave them to it." -Mabel suggests as she pushed Mason and Stan out the door.- "After all, we're on a time limit."

"Hold on, do I got a bug on me?" -Mason looked on his clothes. He caught a glimpse of Stan's "I told you so" face and stopped looking.-

"I don't think so. Now, enough talk, more dating!" -Mabel put Mason into the back on Stan's 1965 El Diablo sedan, passionately named the "Stanmobile", and sat next to him.- "Hey, we haven't even gotten there yet!"

"You kids all buckled up?" -Stan looks back at the twins, who definitely aren't kids.- "We're 21, Grunkle Stan." "Yeah and I'm 66, so you're still little kids to me." "We're nearly taller than you!" "Good! Taller you are, the closer I am to your rear end!"

"Lets just get going, can't have Pacifica waiting!" -Mabel suggested. Stan waved his hand.- "Fine fine. The girls always right. Better remember that, Mason." -He pointed to Mason as he begun to drive.-

"Like Marilyn was?"

"Hey, she... probably had a good reason to steal my car and all my life savings." "Uh huh."

-It was a while before they reached the main 'gates' of the local minigolf course. The large, overcompensating medievalesque walls shine brightly as the sun streams through the clouds. The gate seemed to have been replaced by metal. There were also hiring posters hung everywhere for new janitors.-

"I certainly don't have good memories of this place." -Mason commented as the three walked towards the course. It looked like it was having good business, though Mason wasn't happy about the implications of needing so many janitors.-

"Well, I do!" -Mabel interjected.- "Getting to swat so many living golf balls bent on my total and complete annihilation was sick! And I got to know Pacifica a little better too."

"You've been severely warped by staying here last time." "I know."

"Speaking of the girl of the hour, where is she? I ain't paying for these tickets just to find out she's a no go." -Stan complains as he scoured the area for a girl with big blonde hair and a jacket. Unfortunately, she was standing right besides him.- "Don't worry old man, I'm paying." "GAH! Where in the Jersey Devil did YOU come from?!"

-Everyone else laughed, much to Stan's disapproval.- "From my car, where else?" "You're paying?" -Mabel asked.- "Yeah, my job does pay well, believe it or not. Might as well."

"I, uh... thanks." -Mason thanked her, kinda awkwardly. She either didn't notice or didn't really care.- "Its no issue. Now come on, we don't wanna stand here all day." -She grabbed lightly onto Masons arm and dragged him across the lot towards the course. Mabel clasped her hands and looked at them proudly.- "They grow up so fast!"

"Since when did Northwest get so... bold?"

"Guess she still has some of her boldness from before. But without the pride."

"She seems to have been waiting for this. Did she have something for him all this time?" -Stan pondered.- "Maybe, I heard he often texted with her when he was in school and even while he was off looking for anomalies. Guess they've managed to keep their crushes through that." -Mabel responded, scratching her chin.-

"You two losers coming or not?" -Pacifica's voice called. This snapped them back to reality.- "Coming! Come on, Grunkle Stan, we gotta make sure this date goes well!" -Taking a leaf out of Pacifica's book, she grabs Stan's arm and dragged him towards the course.- "Hey, wait up! I'm an old man, you know!" "Yeah yeah, we'll get you a senior discount or something."

-Arriving in the golf course, they saw the familiar forms of the different holes, each modeled after a different theme. Pirates, volcano's, even a Paris themed one. Of course, they weren't exactly happy about remembering them. Almost getting skewered by pencils and actual sabers didn't seem like a good thing to remember.-

"I wonder where Sergei is." -Pacifica commented. She hadn't exactly seen him after they left him behind in the minigolf course. He seemed to have survived, since he was part of Bills throne of agony though.-

"Probably fled." -Mabel suggested.- "Unless he lives here, but if I were him, maybe I'dve moved out too."

"Maybe you should use a sticker. I'm sure that won't have any negative effects here."

"Hey, I'm trying to save gas, so if you get caught by the mutant golf balls I'm not bailing you out." -Stan warned them.- "Won't you need to use gas to drive us back anyways?" "Yeah but I don't feel like getting into a panicked car chase."

"I don't think they can even drive." -Pacifica noted.- "Besides, they'd probably kill each other before they could ever get on the road. Last I checked, they still hate each other."

"Yeah, well, I don't have a sticker for them to spill my guts for." -Mabel swung her club.- "And we can just smack them across the head if they threaten us!"

"I dunno, Mabel. With that many, and the fact all of them hate us more than they hate each other, we'd probably have as much of a chance as we did last time." -Mason remarked as he watched each of the different holes, as if he'd catch a glimpse of a Lilli-putt-ian running across or something.-

-Mabel smiled and smacked him across the back, prompting him to flinch and hold it in mild pain as he furrowed his eyebrows at Mabel. She was either oblivious or uncaring of this.- "Come on, Dipper! When has nearly imminent danger ever killed anybody?"

"Like, every time."

"Well, all of us experienced imminent danger, like, every day. And we're still alive."

"...well-"

"How about this..." -Stan wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders.- "If we end up in imminent danger, don't die, or I'll ground you so hard you wont be able to attend your own funerals."

"What about Pacifica?"

"Eh, she can just use her dead credit cards to buy her way out of dying." "I'm right here, you know!"

"Are we gonna stand here bickering or actually play?" -Mabel questioned, putting her hands on her hips exaggeratedly.- "Five more minutes, sweetie." "Come on!"

"We best get moving. Its our day, after all." -Pacifica remarked as she swiftly dragged Mason away. He seemed eager to get away from whatever Stan and Mabel were doing.-

-After they left, Mabel watched them before saying "You know what, changed my mind. Lets watch their date."

"I dunno, sweetie, that'd be like stalking, and... just kidding, lets do it!" -Grunkle Stan swiftly agreed. Guess crime still runs in his veins. Not that this was really a crime, but whatever floats your boat.-

"Sweet!" -Mabel and Stan deviously stalk- *ahem* I mean innocently watched from the sidelines as Mason and Pacifica went to the first hole, which was themed as something out of the Old West. They seemed to have been discussing who would go first, and Mason eventually volunteered. Whether it was out of chivalry or he was forced into it, Mabel and Stan wouldn't know. They were trying to hide away in the tree's and bushes, both from Mason and Pacifica, who would die of embarrassment and sue them to death respectively, and from passerby's who would give away their position by loudly proclaiming how great they were.-

-Mason went up first and put the golf ball down, shuffling around and occasionally looking up to get a good angle. They watched him draw back the club and hit the golf ball through the course. Unfortunately, it seemed he was quite rusty, as it ended up falling out of the course and into a small water trap.- "Augh!" -Mason groaned as he went to collect his golf ball. Pacifica just chuckled lightly and went to take her shot.-

-She must've been practicing, as she easily got a hole-in-one. Mason just groaned more as he watched, not paying attention to how far he was leaning and accidentally fell into the water.- "Whoops. You probably didn't expect to be getting your first bath in a miniature golf course." -Pacifica said as she took Mason's hand and hoisted him out of the water. Mason seemed physically uncomfortable, which was expected with all his clothes being wet now.- "Hey, I took a shower before I got here. And I take showers regularly!"

"Sure you do."

-The sounds of snickering cause the two to look around. They saw suspicious movements in the bushes and immediately knew what was happening. However, they seemed unbothered. Watching their "date" was expected of Mabel and Stan, and was probably better than whatever else they were going to do anyways. Would at least save the old man the embarrassment of being worse than Mason.-

"By the way, where's Mabel and Stan?" -Mason asked to hide the fact they knew Mabel and Stan were watching them. Pacifica, going along with it, shrugged.- "Dunno, don't care. Come on, let's go to the next hole. Maybe you won't fail so hard." -She poked him in the chest and walked towards the next hole, leaving Mason there with a red face as he processed what happened before quickly getting back his senses and following her.-

"Oh, oh! They're moving! Come on, they don't know we're watching them, let's follow them!" -Mabel pulled Grunkle Stan ("Whoa!") along as they went through the bushes towards the next hole.-

-The two spies in disguise watched as Mason and Pacifica went through each of the holes, which included a Big Ben hole, a large loop, a medieval castle (which for some reason had a lot of half-washed "Weiner's"'s. Guess the Mattress King gave up on trying to wash them, and the Lilli-putt-ian's were too small to really clean them properly), and gathered quite a crowd of people who followed them. Mason seemed to get better with each hole, possibly in an attempt to impress Pacifica, but never really got on her level. She seemed to notice his attempts of impressing her, but didn't say anything about it yet.-

-Meanwhile, Mabel and Stan kept watching from the bushes, though eventually had to get out of them when the Mattress King came by with his kingly golf cart and yelled at them for "disturbing the royal shrubbery!".- "I'm gonna shove his royal shrubbery up the chute when I see him next." -Stan muttered under his breath as they climbed out from behind the bushes and watched him slowly drive away. Luckily, he didn't seem to hear, and they could hide within the crowd.-

-Unbeknownst to them, at the pirate ship-themed hole, something while doing it's job may have noticed them. And recognized them.-

-When they reached the final hole (before the bonus hole), a large Dutch windmill, Mabel and Stan stood near the shrubbery, waiting for Mason and Pacifica to be done so they could join them at the bonus hole. Though they couldn't help but feel something, or some things, were watching them.- "Man, I can't wait for the bonus hole!" -Mabel whispered to Stan excitedly.- "I know, I'm sure it'll be... explosive!" -Mabel groaned playfully at the pun.-

"And I'm afraid the fuel will be you, hugelings."

"Wha-" -Before either of them could react, a large conglobation of little golf ball people covered their mouths and dragged them into the bushes.-

"Hey, uh, Pacifica?" -As Pacifica got (another) hole-in-one, and got cheers from the crowd of people that surrounded them as they played, Mason turned to where Mabel and Stan were, and noticed they had disappeared.- "Where's Mabel and Stan?"

"Dunno, don't care." -Pacifica replied, assuming Mason was trying to pretend they hadn't noticed them again.-

"No, seriously." "Huh?" -She turned around.- "Maybe they... went to the bonus hole?"

"Hopefully."

-As they walked to the bonus hole, a large volcano surrounded by Moai statues, they were surprised to find that Mabel and Stan weren't there. Something was off.- "Alright, something's happening. Something weird."

"Yeah, you've been getting hole-in-one's consistently the past few holes. I didn't know you were hiding your skills." -Pacifica teased, though she definitely knew something was not right.- "Oh come on, I'm not that bad, am I?" "Maybe, but hey, we have plenty of time to practice." -Pacifica patted Mason on the shoulder, turning his face red for a moment.- "Yeah, maybe I'll beat you next time."

"I don't think you'll be alive for a next time."

-Mason and Pacifica quickly turned around. The crowd, equally as confused, turned around and parted to reveal the kingly golf cart, where the Mattress King was being held hostage by an army of Lilli-putt-ians. Franz was on the hood, the microphone for the speaker next to him as they all glared at the two. Franz looked around at the crowd and yelled "EVERYONE BUT THOSE TWO, GET OUT!", and the crowd quickly dissipated, everyone running and screaming towards the exit as a wave of lilli-putt-ian's with pencils and swords chased them out. Franz turned to the two.-

"I thought we... hold on. Move this, please." -A lilli-putt-ian crawled up and moved the microphone.- "Thanks. Anyways!" -Franz turned to Mason and Pacifica as he motioned the cart to move closer.-

"I thought we all told you to never come back! Seems you hugelings didn't get the memo!"

"You guys!" -Mason wielded his club like a baseball bat as he glared at the tiny sentient golf balls.- "What do you want this time? Where's Mabel and Grunkle Stan?!"

"Yeesh, pal, relax! They're right behind you." -Franz pointed towards the bonus hole. There, Mabel and Stan were being held above the volcano, tied together and gagged, struggling to get free. Unfortunately, the smaller you are, the better knots you make apparently.-

"MABEL! STAN!" "Crap!"

"You know, for who knows what reason, they actually made it explode when you get a ball in. The cart can withstand it, but to you hugelings, it's quite deadly." -Franz laughed maniacally, causing the other lilli-putt-ians to look at each other awkwardly. With a snap of his fingers, a lilli-putt-ian crawled over to the hole and dangled a normal golf ball in front of it, ready to toss it inside and roast Mabel and Stan alive.- "We gave you a warning, and yet you've returned! We have to thank you, though. Without you, we wouldn't've been able to unite!"

"What do you want now?!" -Mason glares at Franz, his club raised again.- "What did we do to you now?!"

"What did you do?" -Franz looked away in thought, but turned back with a grin.- "Only utter humiliation! After I was trapped in that large sand trap, and the stunt you pulled back then with the sticker, we knew you hugelings were untrustworthy!" -He pointed accusingly at Mason and Pacifica.- "I had to spend days, weeks maybe, travelling back to the course! I almost got eaten every day! Look at us! We control the balls, we are the only thing that's keeping this place alive, we even fought against a literal demon! We deserve better than this!"

"But hey!" -Franz spread his arms about as wide as his grin.- "Because of you, we all came together, and now you're all going to die together! Irony at its finest!"

-Mason couldn't help but stand there, glaring. He couldn't make a move on Franz without them frying Mabel and Stan, and if he went for them, he'll have to deal with a lot more than Franz. He glanced at Pacifica, who was looking back at him. She motioned her head towards the volcano, and Mason realized she was telling him to go after Mabel and Stan. She'd handle Franz.-

"Hey, what are you two plotting? I can see you, you know!" -Franz watched them, putting his hands on his tiny hips.-

"Hey, freak!" -Pacifica suddenly yelled.- "It's FRANZ, not freak!" "If you're so great, what's 15 minus 11?"

"15 minus... hold on, this isn't another-" "FORE, YOU IDIOT!" -Pacifica swiftly swung her club, smacking Franz directly in the head, causing him to go screaming across the course. The other lilli-putt-ians began to charge, though they were quickly dealt with by Pacifica.-

-Meanwhile, Mason quickly ran towards the volcano. The lilli-putt-ian with the golf ball was still in shock, and could barely react to the golf club that got swung straight into them. With the threat of the explosion gone, he quickly swatted away any charging lilli-putt-ians and grabbed Mabel and Stan, dragging them away from the volcano and using his blaster on 'very weak' setting to burn away the rope. He also quickly freed the Mattress King, who was reasonably scared out of his wits.-

"Darn it all, GET THEM!" -Franz's voice yelled out as the living golf balls began to surround the four. Mason and Pacifica kept them at bay with their clubs as Mabel, Stan and the Mattress King hid behind them, having had their clubs taken away.- "We gotta get out of here!" -Mabel yelled as they all ran towards the gate, swatting the lilli-putt-ians that got in their way. However, the door had already been closed, keeping them trapped, and now cornered.-

"And here I thought it'd be easy! I guess we'll have to just cut your throats!" -Franz jeered as they all surrounded them at the gates. Pencils were aimed straight at their necks as they advanced, with laughter echoing through the course.- "Don't worry, I got this!" -Mason said as he turned around and set his blaster to 'moderately strong', and blasted the gate into splinters. With their path cleared, they quickly ran into the parking lot and towards the Stanmobile, with a tidal wave of angry golf balls chasing them down.-

-Stan stumbled with the keys and unlocked the car, telling everyone to get in quickly. Mason, Mabel and Pacifica got into the back as the Mattress King got into the front passenger seat, and they quickly drove away, leaving the lilli-putt-ians to shake their fists toward the vehicle speeding away.- "We'll get you next time, Pines Family!" -Franz yelled into the wind as they all stood there. Eventually, birds started coming over to poke at them, prompting them to retreat back into the course.-

-As they drove away, they stood silent for a moment. Mabel then spoke up "Soo... who want's to just go back to the shack?". Everyone simply agreed, no one wanted to really say anything else at the moment.-

-After dropping the Mattress King back home, they drove into the driveway of the Mystery Shack. Since it was later in the day, there seemed to be more tourists. Soos was busy showing people the Rock that Looks Like a Face Rock: The Rock that Looks Like a Face. As they walked towards the front door, Soos saw them and waved. Mabel and Mason waved back, though Stan and Pacifica just walked inside.-

-As they went inside, Wendy sat at the register, watching the tourists browsing the gift shop in boredom.- "Oh, hey, how was..." -She started, though stopped as she saw them just silently walk past through the Employee's Only door that went into the actual house.- "Huh. Guess it was bad."

-Stan stood at the doorway of the twins bedroom, with the twins and Pacifica sitting on the beds inside. Mabel seemed more than distraught at the failure of the date.- "Hey, Mabes, are you alright?"

"I-" -Mabel started, but went quiet.- "... I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?" -Mason asked.-

"I'm sorry for the date, I mean. I dragged you both into it and it's all got ruined. And it didn't even help either of you at all!"

-Pacifica and Mason looked at each other for a moment, feeling bad about what happened.- "Hey, it wasn't ruined. You didn't know they'd come after us again."

"Yeah, listen to your brother." -Stan chimed in, walking in to sit next to Mabel and put an arm around her.- "Besides, its the thought that counts. My brother would've done the same. Though it'd probably be more boring statistics."

-Mabel laughed a bit and seemed to perk up, if just by a tiny bit.- "Thanks, guys."

-Stan pat her back a bit.- "Come on, pumpkin. I'll go make some Stancakes and you could put some glitter in them or something." -The two of them stood up and went out of the room, closing the door behind them. Mason and Pacifica stayed quiet for a while, making the air awkward.-

"I'm guessing that's what your sister was planning." -Pacifica motioned to the whiteboard, which still had everything she wrote down.- "Yeah, that would be it." -Mason replied.-

"Dipcifica sounds like a chip dip of some kind." -Mason laughed.- "If I had a nickel for every time I heard that. Well, I'd have two nickels."

-More awkward silence.-

"You know, Mason."

"You can call me Dipper if you want."

"Right, well.." -Pacifica looked away for a moment, pondering her next words carefully.- "Despite the, uh... circumstances, I actually had fun back there."

-Mason looked at Pacifica.- "Was it because you kept beating me at mini-golf?"

"Perhaps." -Pacifica replied, though her smile told him it wasn't serious.- "But I guess... playing with you was nice too."

"Soo... is this a confession?" "HAH! In your dreams, Dipper."

-They stayed silent for a moment.- "You know, I thought this would be a disaster but... maybe we can go on another one of these dates again." -Mason told her. Pacifica grinned confidently.- "Maybe we can arrange that."

-Pacifica suddenly enveloped Mason in a hug, catching him off guard. He hugged her back and they stayed that way for a while before deciding it's been a bit too long.- "Alright, that's been long enough." "Yeah, yeah."

"Anyways, I better get going. Mr. Pines has to take me back to get my car. Assuming they haven't poked the tires yet." -Pacifica stood up.- "I'll see you later, then?" "Oh, yes, of course!" -Mason replied quickly as he stood up with her. They quickly shared one final hug and Pacifica waved goodbye as she exited the room, leaving Mason alone. Or so he thought, as Mabel quickly ran in, squealing with happiness as she embraced her brother, much to his surprise.-

"EEE! I KNEW YOU TWO WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER!" -Mabel was constricting Mason a bit too tightly, prompting Stan to come in and say "Alright, dear, let your brother breath for heavens sake". She obliged.-

"Hold on, how long were you out there?" -Mason asked nervously. Did they hear everything?- "Oh, just about from the very beginning." "Oh." -Guess they did.-

"Weren't you guys going to make Stancakes? With glitter?" "Yeah, but Stan said we should wait a bit, and then you guys started talking about confessions and going on more dates!" -Mason looked at Stan.- "Hey, I knew it was bound to happen eventually. You seemed to be doing well back in the course."

"Also, I guess I should apologize again for dragging you into this. Perhaps I should just leave you alone, huh?" -Mabel said, looking a bit down. Mason put his hand on her shoulder.- "Hey, I know you just wanted to help. I am going to need space, but it's at least nice to know someone cares." -This got Mabel to smile, at least.-

"Well, we should probably clean this white board." -They looked at the white board.- "Eh, I don't really need it. Lets just dispose of it."

"How are we gonna do that?" -Stan asked. Mason and Mabel looked at each other.- "How about we visit the Bottomless Pit again."

-After a while, they managed to push the white board down to the Bottomless Pit. Mason stared into the inky blackness as Mabel pushed the white board towards the edge.- "Is it just me or does the Pit seem more Bottomless than usual?"

"Silly Dipper, that's logically impossible!" -Mabel said as she pushed the white board down into the Pit.- "See you, Operation Dipcifica!" -No sound responded.-

"Well, that was an unnecessary waste." -Stan said as he leaned up against the shabby wooden sign that sat next to the Pit.- "But hey, I waste pretty much everything! Including my life!"

"Grunkle Stan, I don't think you should-" -Before Mason could warn Stan, the sign gave way and Stan went tumbling into the Pit, screaming all the way. Mason and Mabel leaned down to look into the Pit as Stan disappeared into the black.-

"He'll be fine."

THE END

[End Credits Scene]

-After waiting a long time, Stan finally reappears out of the pit, now without his glasses. He lands firmly on the ground, grunting in pain. Mabel and Mason walk over to him.- "Hey, are you alright?" -Mason asked casually.-

"No, I think I need my orthopedic back pillow." -Stan replied as Mason and Mabel helped him up.- "I think you're gonna need more than just that for that landing."

"By the way, Grunkle, where's your glasses?" -Mabel asked. Stan groaned as he was hoisted up and led into the Shack.- "They fell off my face and disappeared. I don't know where they ended up."

-The scene changes to an aquatic landscape. Text labels this area as "Somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle". A school of anomalous fish circle around a small coral reef, and swim near a large, deep hole dug into the floor at an angle. Bubbles suddenly start to pour out of the hole, scaring the fish away, and a pair of square glasses pop out of the hole, sinking gently to the ocean floor.-

-In the background, the silhouette of a figure floats motionlessly. They wear a long coat and their leg seems to be chained to something on the ocean floor.-

Author's Notes: Gee, its been a bit too long for me to finish this one. I apologize, between school and utter lack of motivation, it's been hard to actually sit down and finish this one. Luckily, I managed to get by.

I also want to apologize in advance for any future episodes that I end up getting out late. I want to get these out regularly, but the espresso depresso is a big pain in the rearo.

Also, this is technically my first time writing a whole romance-driven piece for an audience, so hopefully I was able to get it right. Any criticism is appreciated.

Have a good day, person on the internet!

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