Chapter 2: First Meeting
Stanford decided to throw another weekend party at the Mystery Shack for teenagers. There was a fee to enter the party as well as an exit fee of fifteen dollars just as it was at the last party. Three boys overheard Stan's fee to leave the party and began panicking about where they would get the other five dollars for each of them in order to leave the party. Pounding on the window, the boys were screaming for help hoping someone would hear and help them.
Inside the shack, the party is in full swing as the same party goers from the previous party have arrived including the town's richest resident, Pacifica Northwest. Outside the shack, Dipper is once again seated with Wendy at the ticket stand taking the entrance fee from and handing out tickets to the anxious teenagers who wish to enter the shack to attend the party.
Still unable to talk to Wendy like a normal person, Dipper has constructed yet another 'plan' so to hope things go a lot smoother the second time around. Taking yet another entrance fee from another teenager, Dipper hands the girl her admit one ticket.
"Welcome to the Mystery Shack and have fun." Dipper says to the girl with a plastered on smile.
"Man that party looks pretty wild." Wendy speaks up, having turned to look in the window. "I have got to get in there."
Seeing this as another chance to impress Wendy, Dipper perks up.
"I'll cover for you!" Dipper speaks up. "You go in, enjoy the party, and I'll cover the stand."
"Are you sure?" Wendy asks. "I mean you'll be out here alone."
"I'm sure." Dipper says, conjuring up his confidence. "I can handle this crowd."
"Alright, thanks Dipper." Wendy cheers, now jumping out of her seat. "If you weren't covering the stand alone, I'd ask you to dance at the next song. Maybe next time huh?"
With that, Wendy now runs inside to join the party and begins dancing to the current techno song.
Hearing her say 'maybe next time' shatters the boy's heart and what confidence he was able to muster up into a million pieces along with his smile changing to a frown. Of all the nights for his new plan to go down the drain, this had to be the night. Why did he tell Wendy that he would cover the stand for her while she enjoys the party? Now that she is inside with the party, he is outside, alone, and without his crush there to make the night go smoothly. What a mess!
Now spotting his sister Mabel outside on the porch of the shack fanning herself with what looks like a party flyer, Dipper begins rethinking his entire plan, now bringing to mind a certain off kilter copier in his uncle's office. Maybe all isn't lost for the evening.
"Mabel!" Dipper calls out to her over the rowdy teens.
Mabel now turns his direction with Dipper silently cheering that she overheard him over the rowdy crowd.
"Hey dipping sauce!" Mabel greets to her twin, now approaching the table. "What are you doing out here? The party is inside and it is so much fun! Kids are taking turns swinging from the crystal ball! You have got to see it!"
"I wish I could Mabel, but I volunteered to cover the ticket stand with Wendy tonight." Dipper informs her. "But that's not going so well as she's inside while I'm out here. I told her I'd cover the stand while she enjoys the party. Why did I do that? I am such an idiot!"
"That sucks bro." Mabel replies.
"I know, but that could all change if I were inside with her." Dipper continues, now giving Mabel a sweet smile with puppy dog eyes.
"Dipper, why are you looking at me like that?" Mabel asks, looking uneasy at her brother's facial expression.
"Mabel, how would you like to do your dear twin brother a favor?" Dipper asks, his sweet smile and puppy eyes unmoving.
"What's the favor exactly?" Mabel asks in confusion.
"I need for you to cover the ticket stand while I finally get my chance to dance with Wendy." Dipper says. "I didn't get my chance at the last party because of Robbie and I'm hoping to get my chance this time."
Seeing the look on Dipper's face, Mabel couldn't deny her brother the one thing he's been wanting for as long as she can remember.
"You know what, you go on in and get your dance." Mabel replies with a smile and nod. "I'll take care of things here. I had my fun, so now it's your turn. Candy and Grenda left early so it's no problem."
"Oh thank you Mabel, you are the best!" Dipper cheers, quickly engulfing Mabel in a hug. "I promise I'll get someone to come out and help you."
"Who?" Mabel asks.
"Oh you'll see." Dipper replies.
Releasing her, Dipper runs inside the shack with a party flyer tightly gripped in his hands. Upon entering, he spots Wendy across from him sitting on the couch by herself. Seeing this puts a smile on his face as he quickly makes his way across the dance floor to the teenager.
"Hey Wendy!" Dipper cheerfully greets as he plants himself on the couch next to her.
"Hey Dipper." Wendy greets. "Glad you could join in on the fun. Hey if you're here, who's covering the tickets?"
"Mabel." Dipper simply answers. "I came in to make a few copies of these flyers and after that, I'll be right back here."
"Cool, I'll save the next dance for you." Wendy replies with a smile.
A wide smile finds its way onto Dipper's face, but on the inside, he could swear his heart is doing back flips!
"Alright then, I'll be right back!" Dipper nearly screams in excitement.
Hopping off the couch, Dipper makes a b-line for his uncle's office. Placing the flyer on the desk, Dipper opens the copier and jumps on.
"Here's to the best night of my life!" Dipper says, his wide smile unmoving.
Pressing the copy button, a scan of Dipper is made. The copy results now appear in the copy results tray. Jumping off the copier, Dipper grabs the paper and places it on the floor. From the paper emerges the copy of Dipper which is soon staring into the original version's brown eyes.
"Hey Tyrone!" Dipper greets to his copy.
"Hey Dipper." Tyrone greets back. "So what's the plan for tonight?"
"Stan is throwing another party and Wendy is saving the next dance for me!" Dipper squeals with excitement. "I need you to cover the ticket stand with Mabel while I go dance with Wendy."
"Mabel?" Tyrone asks in confusion.
"Yes Mabel, my sister." Dipper replies. "She's outside. Come on, I'll introduce you."
"Whoa, hold on a minute rambo." Tyrone speaks up, grabbing on to the anxious boy. "We need to consider the variables here before you get your dance with Wendy. One of those variables is Robbie. He could be here tonight and that will blow your entire night not to mention your plan."
"I didn't see him on the dance floor or with Wendy when I spotted her on the couch." Dipper replies. "So hopefully he doesn't show up so I can get the chance to dance with Wendy. No Robbie, no problem!"
"If I were you, I would consider every possible variable that could ruin your chances." Tyrone continues. "Think about it Dipper."
"If we keep standing here talking about what could possibly stand in my way, something will!" Dipper replies, anxious to get to the dance floor. "You're going to cover the ticket stand with Mabel while I get my dance, end of story!"
Grabbing the clone's arm, Dipper drags Tyrone out of the office. Traveling through the halls, across the dance floor without being seen by Soos, Wendy, Stan, Pacifica, or anyone else familiar, the two soon find themselves outside with the rowdy crowd of teens waiting to get into the party.
"This crowd looks larger from the last party Stan threw." Tyrone says, observing the line of teens extending out towards the forest.
"Well the last party was successful, so Stan figured throwing another party would bring in more money." Dipper answers, he and Tyrone now reaching the table. "Now, you'll sit here with Mabel while I go dance with Wendy."
Tyrone now takes a seat next to Mabel.
"Mabel, this is Tyrone." Dipper says, introducing his clone to his twin. "He's my clone and he'll help you with the ticket stand."
Tyrone gives the girl a small smile and waves.
"Dipper, did you use the copy thingy that copies people again?" Mabel asks.
"Yes Mabel, that's how Tyrone is here." Dipper answers. "Now you two will be covering the tickets while I finally get my chance with Wendy. Nothing can ruin this night!"
Unable to contain himself, Dipper now runs back inside to the party, particularly to Wendy.
"Hi Tyrone!" Mabel greets the clone with a brace filled smile.
"Hi Mabel." Tyrone greets back. "So how many tickets have you sold so far?"
"About twelve or fifteen, give or take." Mabel replies, now taking an admissions fee from yet another anxious teen and handing them an admit one ticket. "Now thirteen or sixteen sold."
"This party has quite a turn out." Tyrone comments. "The line extends to the forest."
"Yep and this party is much bigger than the last party gruncle Stan threw." Mabel replies, handing out another ticket. "You should see the kids who are taking turns swinging from the disco ball."
"Hey, how about we have a race." Tyrone suggests, now getting the girl's attention. "Whoever sells the most tickets has to buy the winner ice cream after the party."
"Is that a challenge?" Mabel asks cocking an eyebrow.
"Maybe it is." Tyrone replies with a devious smile. "Do you accept?"
"You're on!" Mabel squeals, she and Tyrone now shaking hands to make the deal official. "Oh and I like vanilla ice cream."
"I'll keep that in mind if you win." Tyrone laughs, now handing out an admit one ticket having taken an admissions fee.
Inside the shack, Dipper is seated on the couch talking to Wendy.
"So gruncle Stan figured that by throwing this party, he can make money while also advertising some of his merchandise." Dipper continues. "Quite the turn out huh?"
"Well he knows how to throw one swinging party." Wendy replies, watching as a break dancer begins cutting up in the middle of the dance floor and drawing a crowd. "Too bad Robbie is sick and couldn't attend this party. He would have loved to see that break dancing maniac."
"Robbie is sick!" Dipper mentally cheers. " .Ever!"
"Oh too bad." Dipper replies, pretending to be concerned for Robbie. "Do you know what's wrong with him?"
"Stomach flu." Wendy replies. "Yea he got it from Thomas."
"You mean the guy with the van?" Dipper inquires.
"Yep, that's Thomas." Wendy says turning back to Dipper. "I told Robbie being around him would be a bad idea, but he just doesn't listen. I think he might have eaten behind him, not sure, but when I saw him the next day, he was ill."
"Poor Robbie." Dipper says as he shakes his head. "So do you want to dance?"
"Yea sure, I guess so." Wendy smiles as she sets her drink on the floor by the couch.
Dipper now hops off the couch and darts to the floor with Wendy following behind the hyper pre-teen. Despite the song being a fast upbeat tune, Dipper is enjoying his time with Wendy without any interruptions and is overjoyed that his biggest obstacle is out sick with the stomach flu. He didn't need his new plan just to get his dance with Wendy after all.
Outside at the ticket stand, Tyrone and Mabel are continuing to collect admissions fees and hand out tickets. From what it appears, Mabel's ticket roll has thinned considerably while Tyrone has a bit of ways to go before his roll thins out.
"Oh and I like my ice cream in a waffle cone." Mabel smiles as she looks out the corner of her left eye at Tyrone. "A BIG waffle cone."
"The night isn't over yet." Tyrone laughs.
Ok, I know this wasn't exactly a Tyrone/Mabel fully, but it has something here for DipperxWendy fans as well, so everybody wins! Reviewer Illusion, this one is for you. Next request: Tyrone is taken in by Stanford Pines as the twins' head back home at the end of summer.
A/N: If anyone has requests for DipperxWendy one-shots, I'd be happy to write them and I'll write them in the order I receive them.