Hey guys! Just to let you know, this is actually a bonus chapter! Therefore, there will not be any ciphers. Yes, I am giving you a break form the ciphers! Happy? Well, I don't care! I'm joking, by the way; I actually do care. Also, if you haven't noticed, I finally came up with a good title for this story! It took me four chapters (five counting the prologue), but I did it! Anyways, I sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh! And image is not mine, but I really like it so there you go! ~shadowpixie01

Weirdest Day Ever

Despite the tension between Melody and Scarlet, things were actually rather peaceful. Melody and Mabel were becoming fast friends, often discussing random topics or admiring Waddles the pig. Things between Wendy and Dipper were still friendly and actually gradually becoming less awkward. If they weren't busy with other things and people in Gravity Falls, they were with Melody or Scarlet, who had began visiting. They just didn't hang out with the two at the same time as it never ended well. Peace can bring about craziness as Dipper found out one day. That was his weirdest day ever.
It was a slow day for the Mystery Shack. Wendy was in the gift shop, Ford was in his lab, and the twins were in their room with Melody, Scarlet hadn't shown up that day, and Stan was busy with inventory. Dipper, eventually growing tired of his twin and their friend, went downstairs to be with Wendy. "Hey, kid," Stan greeted as he was about to go in the shop, "mind holding the door open?" Given the box of souvenirs his grunkle was holding, the boy obliged. When they walked through the door, they were greeted by a peculiar sight.
Wendy was in a clear space near the counter. That wouldn't have seemed too out of the ordinary were it not for what she held in her hand. She was holding two identical axes duct-taped together at the ends. She held it as Darth Maul had held his lightsaber. She appeared flustered, having not expected her boss to walk in at that particular moment.
Stan and Dipper stared at Wendy, who in turn stared back, an air of awkwardness hanging densely. "Hey dudes," Soos greeted as he walked in from one of the back rooms. All three stayed silent, the awkwardness intensifying, as he heated a burrito in the microwave, seemingly oblivious to the situation as he smiled. After the burrito was done heating up, he walked back to the room he had been in before, leaving the awkward silence.
Wendy looked between her boss and his great nephew before saying, "It's not what it looks like." "Okay," Stan replied slowly, seemingly unaware of what else was to be said, as he went to put the souvenirs on the shelves. Wendy and Dipper looked at each other for a moment before he lamely said, "Um... You know what? I just remembered that I need to go do something." He excused himself out of the room and headed back upstairs.

As Dipper proceeded back upstairs, he thought upon what he had just witnessed. Outside the bedroom door, he thought he could hear Mabel and Melody arguing. He shrugged it off, assuming they were again arguing about which member of Sev'ral Timez was better. What awaited him, however, was far beyond that normality when he opened the door.
Melody and Mabel were repeating the word "pleather" in different ways, both apparently enjoying it as they had smiles on their faces. "What in the world," he asked slowly, completely bewildered by the situation.
The girls looked at him and Mabel explained gleefully, "Me and Melody are trying to see who can say 'pleather' best," then turned to the mentioned bluenette and repeated in Darth Maul's voice, "Pleather!" Melody repeated the word with a higher pitch but her voice cracked. She blushed in obvious embarrassment and concluded, "I think you win that one." Dipper shook his head with a sigh and said, "Mabel, I'm not surprised with this coming from you. But Melody? I expected better of you." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving both girls confused. After a moment of silence, their new friend turned to the brunette and commented, "He sounded like my dad." Mabel shrugged and said, "Pleather?" Melody nodded and replied, "Pleather." With that, the girls returned to their friendly competition.
Dipper thought of the two occurrences as he walked downstairs again. "Maybe Grunkle Ford is doing something," he reasoned as he went to find out. At the very least, he might get to play Dungeon, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. He reached the entrance of his great uncle's lab, he called out to Ford to see if he was still there. When no answer came, he proceeded down the stairs and was greeted by an unusual sight at the bottom.
Ford, unaware of his great nephew's presence, had an odd expression on her face, his jaw slack but mouth closed as if there were something caught between his teeth. "Um... Grunkle Ford? What are you doing," Dipper asked, unsure how to interpret the situation. Said great uncle looked at him in surprise and tried to explain something to Dipper though it was virtually impossible given his tongue was at the roof of his mouth. What he thought was trying to be said was, "Dipper! Sorry, I must not have heard you! Um.. You see, I'm in a slight predicament. I had been eating and it appears I got some peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth. I trying to get it off when you walked in." Dipper took one glance at a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich and knew he'd heard correctly. "Well, um.. I'll let you get back to that," he responded awkwardly as he walked out of the lab, leaving Ford to his previous activity.
That was how the rest of the day proceeded. Not one person did as they normally would have or anything normal at all. The dream that followed that night was not ant help to the situation. In fact, it made things seem rather worse than before.
The dream, while rather short, was far from normal. It took place in what appeared to be a wrestling ring much like those used in WWE. An announcer stood in the middle of the ring and said, "In this corner, we have the reigning champion! From the mindscape, we have Bell Cipher!" In the corner indicated stood a slender female. She had dark blonde hair, which shone gold in the light, that was wavy with slight curl. Her eyes were light blue though her right eye was covered by a triangular, black eye-patch. Her skin was as close to a golden tone as humanly possible. She wore a gold-colored sweater with a black bow-tie, black pants and black shoes along with a black top-hat and white gloves. She carried a black cane and as smirk visibly played at her lips. If Bill had a human twin, she was it.
"And in this corner," the announcer continued, "is the challenger! From Piedmont, California, we have Mason 'Dipper' Pines!" Dipper stood in the opposite corner, Mabel by his side outside the ring, giving him a pep talk. "Mabel, don't you think this is a little much," Dipper asked his twin in concern. She had put him in a blown up sumo suit. Mabel flashed a metallic smile and answered, "Nope! Not at all!"
Before he could see what happened, Dipper awoke and sat up in his bed. "Seriously, Bill," he muttered in exasperation, running a hand through his hair. He glanced at his sister, remembering the day's events all too vividly. Giving up on sleep for the night, he went up to the roof and sat there until sunrise, listening to the piano music that carried itself from somewhere in the woods.

Oh my Ra that was so long and I don't even count this as an actually chapter! What in the Underworld?! Oh, and yes, Mason is Dipper's real name! It says so in the published Journal 3! See, this is what happens when you have free time walking to and from the bus stop with a friend! Thanks again, AvengerGleekShadowhunter! Well, that's all for now! I know this story's been short but there will only be a few more chapters! Aw, I'm so sad! I happen to love writing this! Well, until next chapter! Bye! ~shadowpixie01