HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIPPER AND MABEL! They are turning 17 this year! And what better way to celebrate their birthday than with the episode that started the 'Stan has a brother' theory? This is the longest chapter yet, and I can't wait for you guys to read this. And remember; keep sending in questions for the Q&A! It's coming up sooner than you think! Now then, SHOUT-OUTS!
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Dipper's POV (July 8th)
The three of us were playing Attic Stuff mini-golf to take Mabel's mind off Mermando. She had loved it since we were little kids, so it was the perfect distraction. Willow had just gone and got the ball in with 3 hits, so now it was Mabel's turn. She stepped up to the tea, which was just some toothpicks that we shoved in between two floorboards. She hit the ball really hard. It bounced off a stuffed seal, then moving cars and my bed and went right into the hole, which was an empty can of beans.
"Hwaah! Total domination! I am the master of Attic Stuff mini-golf! From the mighty Swiss Alps! (Which was just a fan.) To the badlands of Dipper's old laundry where man fears to tread!"
"More like the master of being stupid," Willow said.
"Your just jealous!" Mabel replied.
"Yeah, right. I'm jealous of the really perky girl who will one-day die from saying something to someone that was supposed to be a perky joke. She'll get killed like the people killed Bloody Mary," Willow told her. Recently she had tried to get Mabel to not be as perky. So far it wasn't working very well.
"At least I don't creep people out everywhere I go." Mabel responded, ignoring the last half of what Willow said.
"Thank you!" Willow replied; she likes being called creepy. "Can we get on with the game now?"
"All right let a pro on the field. Or floor." I said as I grabbed my club and walked up to the toothpicks. I hit the ball really hard. It shot up, broke the window and went outside.
"Ah, my head! It hit me right in the head." Stan yelled from outside.
"Yes! Stan shot! Is that legal?" I asked excitedly. We looked over to Waddles, who we had made judge. He was eating the score card.
"The judges say it's out of bounds," Mabel said, smiling.
"Your both out of bounds," Willow replied. Mabel and I tackled her and started play fighting on the floor. A few seconds later, Mabel's cat alarm clock started going off.
"Sorry guys, I gotta hang out with Candy and Grenda tonight," she said, standing up.
"Aw, again? You can't leave mid-game." I said, disappointed. Ever since the Summerween incident, she had been having sleepovers with her friends almost every night.
"I don't really care. I need to do work in my workshop. Peace!" Willow grabbed her backpack and went downstairs.
"Anyway, I'm not leaving. My friends are coming to me!" Mabel said happily.
"Wait what?" I said as I started looking around. I saw sleeping bags, Rom-coms, Calling All Boys: Preteen addition. "You're not having a-" I started saying when Candy and Grenda opened the door and came in.
"Sleepover!" They both said at the same time.
It had been about an hour since the sleepover started. Mabel was sitting on the floor with Candy, Grenda, and Waddles.
"How much do you like boys?" Mabel asked. I was so bored; it was like living hell. I grabbed my book and started trying to read. About 30 seconds later the three of them started screaming. I threw my book and then grabbed my pillow and put it over my ears. It wasn't muffling anything.
"Who wants to smear makeup on my face?" I heard Grenda ask.
"You're already so beautiful Grenda what would be the point?" Mabel asked.
Grenda started punching the floor and chanting "Beautiful! Beautiful!" A few seconds later Willow opened the door.
"Are you all okay?" She screamed. They ignored her and started putting make-up on Grenda's face. Willow looked down at them and rolled her eyes. She grabbed a pen and her notebook from her pocket and started to write on it. After a few seconds she handed it to me. It said;
I hope the make-up eats away at her face and mouth so we don't have to hear her scream anymore. I smiled and grabbed my own pen and wrote;
We should put it on all their faces. That's the only way they'll be quiet. I handed it back to Willow. She read it, nodded and then left to go back downstairs.
"Mabel! Do you think you can go somewhere else? You're laughing at frequencies only dogs should here," I asked them, really pissed off now.
"Come on, it's not that bad," she told me.
I was about to say 'yes it is' but Grenda asked, "You know what your brother needs?"
"A makeover!" Candy said. I grabbed my blanket and pillow and left before they could do anything to me. I saw Soos fixing something in the bathroom.
"Hey, Soos, can I sleep in your break room tonight?" I asked him.
"Of course dude," he said, opening the door to his break room. There were a bunch of pipes with steam coming out of them. "You just gotta make your body go like a video game puzzle block." He started to make weird video game noises. He got into the empty space and moved his body in a weird shape. "The trick is to hold perfectly still." He moved his arm down onto one of the pipes and got burned. "Ow, wait wait." He did it a few more times and then I just left.
I decided to walk downstairs to see if I could sleep in the workshop. I opened the door and Willow was almost done fixing an old bigfoot exhibit. She only had one patch of fur left.
"Hey Willow, can I sleep in here tonight?" I asked her. She had stayed up all night more than once to work on old exhibits. I had a feeling she was going to do this tonight because she probably won't be able to sleep anyway.
"Yeah sure. As long as you don't mind me having the light on all night." She said as she grabbed the last patch of fur to put on bigfoot. A few minutes later I had just gotten done putting my stuff on the floor. Willow grabbed two headless horses and started nailing them together. When I saw that she also had to attach it to a pedestal, I decided to sleep outside.
I had put my things down on the ground and lied down. "Ah… sleeping under the stars… not bad." I said to myself as I closed my eyes. A few seconds later I heard a weird growling sound. I opened my eyes and I saw a wolf. It came over to me and started chewing on my leg.
"Get off! Get off!" I said as I looked up through our bedroom window. I saw Mabel, Candy, and Grenda dancing and singing. I looked back down at the wolf which was still chewing on my leg. "This is still better." I said as I lied back down.
I was actually starting to fall asleep. I was in that asleep-but-can-hear state when I heard someone say, "Hey Brainiac. That wolf really likes your leg, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I said without waking up or thinking. "Wait, Brain-?" I sat up and saw Alex standing next to me. "Alex? What are you doing here?"
"More importantly, why are you sleeping outside on the ground?"
"Mabel's having a sleepover in our room so I can't sleep there. The only other good place to sleep is a workshop but Willow's hammering stuff so..."
"You came out here and made friends with a wolf," he finished for me. "Okay. Now back to your question. I'm here because I'm taking Willow to… well let's just say I'm taking her… somewhere… special."
"If you're trying to kidnap her she can just shoot you with arrows. You do know that right?"
"I would hope so; she's kind of the one who taught me. But she would never hurt me."
"I don't know about that. Like I told you before she is working on old exhibits. You can just go in to surprise her. Go in and to the right. Second door on the left."
"Thanks, man. And have fun with your wolf friend." He started walking to the door when I remembered something else.
"One more thing," I called. "Be careful. Willow probably still has a hammer."
Alex just smiled then turned around and left. I watched him until he went in the front door. I didn't know where he was taking Willow. But I've seen what he's done for her before, so I knew it was going to be big.
Willow's POV
"Dumb thing," I said to myself. Getting the horse bodies together was the easy part. But the extra weight made it top-heavy and no matter what I did, it would always fall over. Then I remembered that the horses were hollow. I could just fill the bottom one with sand. I started using a hammer and nail to make a hole in the horse's back.
"Hey, Bull-" Without thinking I swung the hammer out behind me as I turned around. He jumped backward and avoided the hammer, but tripped over one of the boxes that was on the ground. "Bullseye, are you trying to kill me?" Alex asked from the ground.
"How many times have I told you? Never, sneak up, on a girl, with a hammer!" I yelled, walking closer to him and moving the hammer like I was actually hitting something.
"You've never told me that."
"Get up." I held the hand with the hammer in it out to help him up.
"You're crazy, you know that?"
"I know and I also know you like it." I said as we kissed each other. "Why are you here?" I asked him, pulling back.
"That's a surprise. Now let's get on a bus and take it to who knows where." He said happily, taking my hammer and putting on the table. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and we started walking to the door of the workshop. He grabbed the backpack that he had probably set down when he came in.
When we were almost to the front door I realized something. "Don't you know where we're going?" I asked. Alex stopped right in front of the door.
"Okay, let's get on a bus and take it to I know where but you don't know where." He said playfully. "Now get on the bus." He gently pushed me out the door. I could see the bus in the distance and we still had a little way to walk as he put his arm back around my shoulder.
"Are you trying to kidnap me?" I asked.
"Maaay-be," He said playfully.
We walked the rest of the way to the bus in silence. I didn't know what Alex's surprise was but I did know what he had done for me before. I knew it would be big. We got on the bus and as it started pulling away I watched the shack fade off into the distance. Once I couldn't see it anymore I looked at Alex and he kissed me on the forehead. I laid my head down on his shoulder and started falling asleep.
GFF
"Will… Will wake up." Alex said as I opened my eyes. I looked at my wrist watch. It had been about an hour since we had left the shack, but it was still dark out. "We're almost there."
"Almost where?" I asked.
"La Grande." He answered. I still didn't know where he was taking me exactly, but I knew La Grande was basically Oregon's San Francisco. A few seconds later I saw a sign lit up by the buses headlights. It literally said 'Now entering Oregon's San Francisco.' I gave Alex a weird look.
"Now can you tell me what the surprise is?" I asked.
"Not yet." He said and made the weirdest evil face ever. We got off the bus and started walking down the sidewalk. A couple seconds later a tall man bumped into me. I told you Oregon's San Fran. After a few minutes we got to a rundown hotel called La Plaza. The name was fancy but the hotel itself definitely wasn't.
"Here it is." Alex said. I looked at him, then back at the hotel, then back at Alex.
"This is my surprise?" I said, astonished.
"Oh yah I forgot to tell you your surprise is in the morning." I just stared at him.
"You're lucky your cute." I said as we walked into the hotel and got checked in. I called Grunkle Stan and told him where I was. He didn't really care, as long as I was safe. I laid down in my bed, trying to figure out what Alex's surprise would be.
Mabel's POV (July 9th)
The first thing I saw when I woke up was that the attic was a mess. Everything was everywhere. I looked at the ceiling and I saw Candy taped to it.
"What happened last night?" I asked, not remembering anything.
"What's up, party gurl?" She said. Just then Grenda walked out of the closet, lipstick all over her face.
"What were you kissing in there?" I asked her.
"I don't know but I have no regrets," she said, wiping off the lipstick. Candy started wiggling and fell off the ceiling. I started fixing my hair.
"That was awesome, girls. See you tonight." I told them. They grabbed their stuff and left. Dipper walked in with a black eye and twigs in his hair.
"Hey, Dipper! Want any of this leftover pizza? It's got glitter on it!" I asked him as he sat down on his bed. He looked hungry and tired.
"Mabel, last night an owl tried to eat my tongue. This," He gestured at the messed up room. "Is impossible to live with!"
"No, it's not. Willow lives with it and she never complains."
"Oh, believe me. She complains. But she can work in her workshop and avoid it." Ever since the time travel incident, she had spent most nights working on some of her projects, then passing out at the table half-way through the night. Then I realized I hadn't seen her yet today.
"Where is she anyway?"
"Somewhere with Alex, but that's not the point. You've totally wrecked our room." He started looking around he stopped when he saw the mini golf course that Grenda wrecked. "Our mini-golf course!"
"Grenda sure loves to break things!"
"Mabel, if we have to sleep in this room together we should lay down some ground rules. First of all, no sleepovers." He knew that would upset me and it worked. But I was ready to fight back for once.
"Well if I can't have sleepovers, then you can't keep me up every night with your summer reading."
"How does READING keep you up?" Dipper asked me.
"You always read mysteries and talk out loud and click that stupid pen over and over again." I told him. I knew he would insult me back.
"Well at least my braces don't whistle when I breathe," he said, but I was ready.
"At least I wash my clothes once in a while," I said, pointing to piles of his dirty laundry all over the floor.
"Washing clothes is a waste of time; I'm a busy guy!" At this point I just wanted to make him mad.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow!" I said. It worked; he looked really mad.
"Alright if you meow one more time-"
"Meow meow meow!" I said, pissing him off even more. I was curious about what he would do.
"Okay, that's it! This is the final straw! Maybe we shouldn't share a room anymore!" That hurt a little, but I wasn't gonna let him win.
"Maybe we shouldn't." I yelled.
"Fine by me!"
"Double fine by me!"
"Then we need to talk to Stan about switching rooms." He said. We both walked downstairs to the living room where Grunkle Stan was watching TV, yelling 'Fight, fight, fight!' repeatedly.
"Stan, we need different rooms." Dipper told him.
"And I need a pair of magic money pants. It's not gonna happen!" He replied.
"Can't we work something out?" I asked.
"Look there's my room and the attic. What do you think, there's some kinda secret hidden room in the Shack?" He asked. Dipper and I both fell to the floor when there was a crash from down the hall.
"Dudes! I found some kinda secret hidden room in the shack!" Soos yelled. The three of us ran to where Soos was. He was standing next to a room that didn't look like it had been opened in 30 years.
"Okay, so I was cleaning up behind this bookcase when boom! Mystery door! This Shack is full of weird secrets!" Soos told us, opening the door. It was about the size of the attic, with a sloped celling and a bathroom off to one side. There were a bunch of tables, shelves and filing cabinets with random things on them. There was a bluish-green rug with yellow circles on the ground. Under a window was a long couch. The entire room looked old, but had a vibe to it that said there was something important about it.
"Experiment 78? Stan, what is this place?" Dipper asked from where he had been studying the rug tag.
"I don't know. Just another room I gotta clean up now," Grunkle Stan told him. He grabbed something off a dresser and I noticed a 1982 calendar with the 4th of July circled. I took my shoes off and walked on the carpet. It was really soft so I laid down and started making snow angels in it.
"This carpet is amazing!" I said happily.
"Yeah, if you're into things that are terrible," Grunkle Stan continued. I looked at Dipper as he grabbed the key on the wall.
"Problem solved, I'll move in here!" He said. I wouldn't let him win that easily.
"What? Why do you automatically get the room? We both saw it at the same time." I said angrily.
"Wait a second." Grunkle Stan took the key away from Dipper. "So you both want this room. I guess… I'll give it too whichever one of you I like more. Winner gets this room. The loser stays in the attic." He reached down and untied his shoe. "Uh oh. Looks like my shoe's untied."
Dipper and I looked at each other for a second and then we started attacking each other trying to tie his shoe. He started running to the kitchen. We started chasing after him but Soos was blocking the door.
"I don't know dudes. This room gives me major creep-o vibes. Y'know, the attic is a pretty good space. Maybe you two should appreciate what you got." Soos said. Dipper and I looked at each other and ran past Soos. I didn't know what Grunkle Stan was gonna have us do but I knew I had to win that room. No matter what.
Willow's POV
I woke up really confused the next morning. I couldn't remember where I was at but the place was a mess. And then I remembered everything. I was really looking forward to what Alex's surprise was gonna be. I decided to take a shower. The bathroom was as nasty as the rest of the place but what have I got to lose. When I got out and had gotten dressed, I started brushing my hair. I heard a knock on the door and Alex was standing there in a Navy Blue T and black shorts.
"You ready?" He asked.
"One minute." I said, even though I didn't know what we were doing.
I had just gotten done brushing my hair when Alex asked, "Can I do your make-up?"
"I don't wear make-up."
"You do today, Bullseye, now sit down." He pushed me to a chair right in front of the mirror. And turned me around. About 20 minutes later he turned me back around to face the mirror. He had braided my hair into two sets of braids, one on each side. Each was tied with faded red ribbon. He had used a hair extension to make it look like I had bangs. My entire face, neck and both ears were painted white with red spots on my cheeks. I had black lipstick and black face paint around my eyes. Instead of my regular brown eyes he had given me greenish- blue contacts. He had painted the tip of my nose black with two black lines on the side that looked like stiches. He used a brighter white around my mouth to make it look like I had strong cheekbones.
"Why do I look like Annabelle?" I asked him.
"Just trust me. Now give me ten minutes," He said, walking across the hall to his room, me following him.
"I trust you, but I'm not going out like this unless I have the dress and the shoes." I told him. I didn't mind looking like Annabelle but I felt weird going out with Annabelle make-up on but wearing a t-shirt and shorts.
"I knew you'd say that." He walked into the bathroom and pulled out Annabelle's dress and black shoes. I kinda glared at him, but I went into the bathroom to change anyway. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly, and I looked like a taller version of Annabelle. I realized he had forgotten to paint my hands white so I painted them white myself.
After I let the paint dry I walked out to see if Alex was ready. When I opened the door he was holding a fake knife with blood on it like he was about to stab me. He was wearing a forest green button up with black pants and boots. He had a black sweater underneath with yellow gloves. He had a mask with a bunch of holes and blood spots.
"Why are you Jason Voorhee?" I asked him.
"You'll find out soon enough. Now are you ready?" He asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I said. That was true. Alex grabbed his backpack and we left. We went down two floors in the elevator.
When we got to the lobby there was an older woman waiting to get on the elevator. When the door opened and she looked at us she said, "I'll think I'll take the stairs."
We walked out the door and kept going the way we were going last night. People were giving us weird looks, which most of the time I got. But when we saw a naked guy on the side of a building that looked at us funny I yelled, "At least I have clothes on."
"Relax. We're almost there. We're only like 5 minutes away." I nodded. When you actually think about it, it probably did look funny. Jason Voorhee and Annabelle walking together on the street. I couldn't help but smile. About two minutes later I realized there were actually a lot of people dressed like horror characters. I saw Michael Myers, at least 3 kids dressed like Chuckey, Freddy Krueger, 4 or 5 Goastfaces, Leatherface, Regan MacNell, Pinhead, Joker, The Grim Reaperand Candyman.
But the best costume by far was the family costume based on Cujo. The mom and dad looked like Donna and Vic and the son looked like Tad. They had a big St. Bernard with blood all over it. I don't know why the parents would let a four-year-old watch that movie, but that was none of my business.
"Why is everyone dressed like they just escaped from a horror movie?" I asked.
"Because of this." Alex said as he grabbed my shoulders and turned me to a different street on the right. I looked down the street.
"A pizza place. You took me all this way for a pizza place." At the very end of the street was a pizza place called Mario's. Alex started looking at the fronts of the other buildings.
"Wrong street." He announced. I rolled my eyes. We walked for another minute before we got to another street. This time he stopped me a few feet in front of the turn and looked around the corner, then nodded to himself.
"Because of this." He turned me again. There was a huge building at the end of the street. It looked like the house from the movie House. Across the top was a sign in red letters that said, "National Horror Festival." I literally screamed and started jumping, looking between Alex and the building.
"But I didn't bring my books!" I complained. He smirked and opened his backpack.
"No, but I did." Inside was probably every book from my 3 favorite writers that I collect from; Diane Hoh, Richie Tankersley Cusick, and Barbara Steiner. I started screaming and jumping again before I grabbed the backpack from him and ran to the building.
Dipper's POV
When we got to the kitchen, Mabel and I started to elbow each other. We looked over at Stan. He held up the key and said, "Okay, here's how it's gonna go down. Whoever sucks-up the hardest gets the key to the new room." I didn't really like the idea of doing that.
"Grunkle Stan, we're not gonna suck- up to you just to get the new room." I said not realizing the mistake.
"Yeah we are!" Mabel said.
"Ten suck- up points for Mabel!" Stan said. I started to get nervous.
"I mean-uh-yeah we are." I said trying to get points.
"Trying too hard. Minus 15 suck- up points." Stan said.
"Come on!" I yelled.
"Good decision Grunkle Stan!" Mabel said.
"Trying way too hard." I smiled expecting her to lose points. "Plus 50 suck-up points."
I wanted to punch him and Mabel in the face. Stan grabbed a bucket with roof tiles in it. "Now, who wants to re-tile the roof in searing 105-degree heat?"
"I do!" Mabel said, but I ran ahead of her and grabbed the bucket, and went outside. When I got on the roof Mabel and I started fighting for the tiles.
"I want it."
"I do too!" I said. We started working in silence. When we got done I had done more of the roof. Stan had been watching us the whole time.
When we climbed down he said, "Dipper gets 30 suck-up points. Mabel get 20." The new score was 15 me, 80 Mabel. I was catching up but not fast enough. "Take ten." I knew I'd have to do extra to catch up. When we got inside Mabel went upstairs. When I knew she was gone I went into the kitchen and started to make Grunkle Stan his favorite type of sandwich. Bologna, turkey, cheese, ham, lettuce, tomato, salami, and mayo. When I got done I decided to get him his favorite drink too. Apple juice, orange juice, and lemonade mixed together. I had tried it once but it tasted nasty. When I got done I took everything outside to Stan. He ate it all in two minutes. When he was getting done Mabel came outside.
"Mabel, Dipper's catching up. He just got 50 suck up points." I smiled as Mabel glared at me. I was only 15 points behind now. "Mow the lawn!" Stan said. We grabbed the lawn mowers from the shed. About 20 minutes later we were almost done so I stopped for a second to take a break.
"Your phoning it in Dipper!" I heard Stan say. I started mowing again Mabel got 35 points and I got 15. The score was 80 me, 115 Mabel.
GFF
I opened the door to the room when Grunkle Stan said we could stop working for the day. We had to clean his room, all the exhibits and both bathrooms. We also had to do the laundry and sweep/mop the gift shop and museum. The new score was 220 me, 225 Mabel. I would have done something else but I was too tired. I took off my shoes, and started rubbing my feet on the carpet. Mabel opened the door.
"Don't get too comfortable. I just made Stan an omelet shaped like his own face. I got 50 points." She said. I was worried again, so I stood up and we started circling each other. "I'm like a suck up ninja. This room is mine. You might as well give up now. What do you say?" She held out her hand for me to shake.
"I say I'm gonna win this room somehow, and when I do I'll finally have my own space… and we'll never have to share anything again!" I slapped her hand out of the way, causing a huge shock between us. Then it felt like I was on a roller coaster. When the feeling stopped, I noticed I was in the same room but a different position.
I had fallen down and was lying on the floor. For some reason I was really hot and my teeth hurt really bad. "What happened?" I asked when I could actually talk.
"Why are you wearing my clothes… and my… face?" Mabel asked. I looked up and saw me looking at me. I looked down and saw Mabel's clothes and hair. "Am I in your body?"
"Am I in your body?" We both started screaming and I ran to the mirror in the bathroom. When I saw Mabel looking back at me, I screamed and ran into a corner, repeating "This isn't happening, this isn't happening" over and over to myself. After a few more minutes of freaking out and screaming, we both calmed down and looked in the mirror.
"Just what we need right now, more Gravity Falls weirdness." I muttered. Yes, we were 'used' to it, but this was in the top three so far.
"This is stupid! Sharing a room was bad enough, but now we're sharing bodies!" Mabel added, running my hand through my hair. I leaned into the mirror, looking at Mabel's teeth
"Braces are horrible! It's like my mouth hates me." Growing up, Mabel had a tendency to hit her head, so she was the only one of us who ended up needing braces. Imagine the feeling of molars coming in, put it to all of your teeth at once, jam in a metal mouth-guard and that's pretty much what braces feel like.
"I don't know why you're so sweaty and awkward," Mabel continued, shaking a bit and making a weird face at the mirror. I started pacing and noticed the tag on the carpet.
"Experiment 78? Electron Carpet." I read from the tag, taking my notebook and a pen from my vest. I started talking to myself and clicking the pen. "Atoms can swap electrons. This carpet must build up a static charge so powerful it can swap minds! It was the static electricity! Maybe we can use it to switch back."
"Glad we're switching back. If I was you I would totally lose the contest." Mabel said. I was glad she said that because it gave me an idea.
"And if I was you, which I am, I could sabotage myself! Then Mabel would lose all her points and the room would go to Dipper!" I said.
"What?"
"Oh Stan! I've always hated you!" I called, running to the kitchen.
"No wait!" Mabel yelled right before she fell. "Tie your shoes!"
"Grunkle Stan!" I yelled when I got to the kitchen.
"What's the word, Mabel?" He asked.
"That's right. It's me Mabel!" I said as I tucked my hair behind my ear. "If ya like that omelet you'll love this! A sandwich made out of rocks." Mabel had rocks in her pocket for some reason so I grabbed 2 pieces of bread and threw together a sandwich.
"Candy rocks?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Regular rocks."
"Minus 40 suck-up points. Keep that up and Dipper will get the room."
"Darn!" I said still pretending to be Mabel.
"Hey Grunkle Stan! Your face looks like a butt!" I heard Mabel say from behind me.
"Minus 40 suck-up points!" Stan told her. The score was 180 me, 185 Mabel. I needed to step up my game.
"Mabel's gone bananas!" I said as I started pouring cereal everywhere.
"Minus 20 suck-up points." Yes! I was ahead, or behind, or- I was gonna get the room. I looked over to Mabel and she started kicking the oven and knocking bottles around.
"Minus 30 suck-up points. This is getting weird!" Stan said as he walked away. That brought the score 165 for Mabel and 150 for me. Mabel started to chase after him but I tackled her. We wrestled on the floor for a few seconds but I got up.
"Grunkle Stan, come back! I have more terrible things to do!" I yelled and ran off but I crashed into Grenda and Candy.
"There you are, Mabel!" Grenda said excitedly.
"Attack her with love!" Candy said as they hugged me.
"Sleepover!" They both yelled at once, and pulled me upstairs. When we got to the attic Grenda locked the door. A few seconds later someone knocked.
"Can I talk to my sister for a second?" Mabel asked.
"This is a sleepover! No boys aloud!" Candy replied.
"Look guys, I'm not really in a sleepover mood right now. One of my, irrational girl mood swings, you know. Right? Don't we have those?" I asked, trying to get out of the sleepover.
"Oh come on, my mom's age inappropriate romance novels aren't gonna read themselves," Grenda said, holding one up. "Wolfman Bare Chest."
"Uh, really. I should probably, uh-" I started, but Grenda grabbed me and pulled me on the bed, reading from the novel.
"My name is Gerard. I am a werewolf, creature of the night. But I am also a creature of passion." I wanted to scream and get back in my own body.
Mabel's POV
I was watching the sleepover through the keyhole in the door. "Gerard is just so fierce." I said to myself.
"What's going on Dipper?" I heard Stan say from behind me. I tried to cover the hole I had been looking through to hide it. A weird look came on his face.
"You're at that creepy age where you spy on girls, huh? Guess it's time you and me had a man to man talk. About the birds and the bees, you know?" Stan grabbed me and dragged me to the kitchen, putting a book called "Why Am I Sweaty?" on the table.
"I should really be going-" I started, but Stan cut me off.
"No way out of it." He started to read from the book. "Look. It all begins with this little fella. The pituitary gland. He may be little but he has BIG PLANS." I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Willow's POV
There were so many people there, all dressed up as horror characters. The building was two stories and an attic. On the first and second floors were conventions and Q&A sessions. The attic was book and autograph signing. "You happy Bullseye?" I heard Alex say from behind me. I nodded.
"Let's go to the attic first," I told him, walking towards the stairs. I wanted to get my books signed first that way I could put them in a locker so they wouldn't be in the way. I wanted to meet Diane Hoh first. She wrote the first horror book I ever read, Nightmare Hall: The Silent Scream. Her books are the reason I started reading horror books. I'm creepy because of her. When we got upstairs I went to the door that was marked Diane Hoh. There wasn't that long of a line because her books were old style. A lot of people liked the newer books but I think the old ones are better.
"Hi, I'm Willow. I love your books," I said when we got to the table, and put the books down. "You're the reason I started reading horror books. I can easily relate to all the characters in your books. They're really good. My favorite 3 are Deadly Attraction, Last Breath, and The Coffin." I said. I was talking to much but I had dreamed of this day since I was a little girl.
"Well, I'm glad you found my books." She said, signing them.
"I want to write my own horror book but I get writer's block to easily. How do you get over it?"
"I have three ways. One; take a break and don't be too serious. Two; Sleep on it. Three; find someone to bounce ideas off of. It always helps to have someone to talk to. And remember, inspiration can come any time, so be ready."
"Thanks." I said as she finished signing my books and gave them back to me. We walked back out into the hall and I looked around and saw a door marked Richie Cusick. I had known she was good at tricking people with pranks and Alex says no one can prank him. I had an idea.
"Hey, Alex. Why don't you… go to the… bathroom." I told him.
"But I don't have to use the bathroom." He said.
"Uh… there's this new disease going around. Called piss-a-stomach. It tricks your body into thinking it doesn't have to pee when it really does. Then the pee… builds up inside your stomach until you explode." He looked at me funny for a minute then rolled his eyes and left. I started walking to the Richie Cusick door. When I went in no one else was there, which was a plus.
"Uh… Hi I'm Willow. I love your books." I said as I put them on her desk.
"Thanks." She said and started signing them.
"I hear your good at pranking people."
"This is true." She said, smiling at me.
"Could you help me come up with an idea to prank my boyfriend?"
"Of course. Tell me about you and him."
"I am staying with my Great Uncle in Gravity Falls Oregon. I live and go to school in Piedmont, CA. Alex used to live in Piedmont but his dad is in the military and he just got transferred to Seattle. We don't get to see each other very often, but he took me here for a surprise. We came on a bus and he says no one can prank him…"
"You came on a bus?" She asked and I nodded.
"I have an idea. Margo, get over here." She said, her assistant coming around the corner. "This is my assistant Margo. This is the plan…"
GFF
We had finished talking about the plan and I had gone back out in the hall when Alex showed up.
"I just got my Richie Cusick books signed." I said. "I don't think Barbara Stiener is here."
"Cool, let's go to a Dean Koontz Q&A. It starts in a few minutes."
"What about a Stephen King Q&A? When is that?"
"Not till later." We walked down the stairs to the 2nd floor, then sat down and waited for it to start. I knew the writer was always trying to trick everyone by dressing as something scary. Sometimes they came out as something scary. Sometimes they change in the middle or the end. I couldn't wait to see what they would try to pull off. I leaned my head on Alex's shoulder when the introduction for him started.
"Ladies and gentleman. Please welcome the amazing Dean Koontz." They put a spot light on the curtain and when the announcer was done it opened to show a janitor with his cart. He started pushing it on the stage. "And that's a janitor."
"Or is it?" The janitor said, and started ripping off his clothes like in stupid cartoons. Underneath he had a dinosaur head, penguin body, and pig butt, with a cape on his back that said DK on it. Everyone started laughing.
"Aw man, I'm hungry. I should of ate before I came here." He said. I had an idea of what he was gonna do next. He turned around and looked at his pig butt. "I know! I'll make some bacon." He pulled a piece of bacon out of his butt. He put it on a fake grill they had on stage. Then he started to scream. "Awww! Everyone knows when you make bacon out of your own butt you'll die!" He fell down on the floor and pretended to be dead. He sat up.
"No one is buying this. Let's get on with the convention."
GFF
I was having so much fun. Alex and I had just gotten out of a Bram Stoker convention. We had also been to Richard Matheson, Ray Bradbury, and Clive Barker conventions. We were sitting down at a Stephen King convention. They were almost done.
"I'm having so much fun Alex." I told him, kissing his cheek.
"Me too." King had just answered the last question and there hadn't been a prank yet.
"That's it for the convention today. Thank you very…" Just then a Phoenix came bursting through the wall. It started blasting fake fire breath down on everyone in the crowd. Everyone started screaming and running out except for Alex, me and a few others. Stephen was laughing and his face was really red. I started laughing again.
"Let's go see what else there is to do." Alex and I walked out into the lobby. We started looking at the schedule.
The timer on Alex's watch beeped. "It's already five. We don't have time to do anything else. We need to go back to the hotel and change before the next part of your surprise."
"There's more to my surprise! You're the best boyfriend ever." I said. I was so happy. I ran back to the hotel. I couldn't wait till the next part of my surprise.
Mabel's POV
"And now you know where babies come from!" Stan finished, closing the "Why am I Sweaty?" book. And I thought the video in 5th grade was bad!
"Goodbye childhood…" I whispered, failing to put the past hour out of my head.
"You know, I find you more likeable today than usual. Maybe you could still win that game after all," Stan continued, getting my attention.
"Huh?"
"I was gonna give that room to Mabel-"
"No, you should!" I interrupted him. "Give it to Mabel, you… big jerk!"
"What did you say to me?" He growled, narrowing his eyes at me.
"I said, uh, shut up old man! You're fat and old and dumb and you're a dummy and, take that!" I yelled, tapping his shoulder with my fist. He glared at me for a few more seconds, then his face broke into a grin.
"Finally stan'n up to me, huh? I love it! You know what, I've made up my mind!" He took the key out of his jacket and held it up. "The room belongs to you! Dipper."
"You can't! You have to give it to Mabel!" I tried again. He shushed me and patted my back a few times.
"You had me at 'shut up old man.'"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Dipper's POV
"The end!" Grenda announced, closing the Wolfman book. I sighed, but then Grenda held up a bunch more romance books. "Now for the 38 sequels!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Thank god, they decided to play their board game instead, but that was almost worse. It was all really girly stuff, and they kept screaming over and over. I was sitting on my bed, my chin resting on my hand. Grenda rolled a five and the phone in the middle of the board rang.
"It's him! My dream date!" She took the phone off the receiver and a robot voice answered. Hello baby, this is Kevin. My beach house has room for two. That was it. I jumped off the bed and ran out of the room and into the hallway.
"Grunkle Stan! It's Mabel! I'm doing things you hate!" I yelled, flipping over a table with a lamp on it. The lamp rolled down the hall and landed at Mabel's feet.
"It's over Dipper. Stan gave you the room," she told me, holding out the room key.
"YES!" I yelled, reaching out to take the key. "Let's switch back and I can start moving in."
"Wait a minute…" Mabel whispered, getting an excited gleam in my eye. "You can't have the room if you can never get in!" She took off downstairs, key in hand.
"Hey! Come back!" I yelled, chasing after her. She ran into the room and shut the door. I started banging on it, yelling at her. "Open the door Dipper!... I mean Mabel," I corrected myself, face-palming and sliding my back down the wall. I started trying to figure out how to get in there, then I remembered the girl's upstairs. I walked back to the attic and saw that they were still playing their game.
"Kevin, for the last time, I am not interested!" Candy yelled, slamming the phone down on the receiver.
"How could you say that to Kevin?" Grenda demanded. I cleared my throat and got their attention.
"Hey girls… who wants to give my brother a makeover?" I asked them. They smiled and started throwing makeup into a bag. Yes! I thought. The room is mine!
Willow's POV
I had just gotten changed into my normal clothes when Alex showed up in his Navy jacket. "You ready Bullseye?"
"Ready enough." I said not knowing where we were going again.
"No you're not." He said and held up a blindfold.
"Seriously?"
"Do you want your surprise or not?"
"Whatever." Stan told me not go anywhere blindfolded, but I trusted Alex enough. I let him put the blindfold on me. He started guiding me to wherever the hell we were going.
A few minutes later Alex said "Almost there. Now step up… go left… turn to your right… and stop. Take off the blindfold." It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did I saw the famous La Grande archery range. It had so many targets up to 250 people could shoot at once.
"I don't have my handmade bow." I told him. He might have it to. He had gotten a different backpack when we left the hotel. When I said that he reached into his backpack.
"You didn't think I would leave without it did you?"
"This is the best surprise ever." We started shooting, three arrows at a time and seeing who got the most points.
I beat him 4 times in a row. "Your losing your skills Alex." I said. He used to be able to hit a bullseye, or the 9th ring every time he shot.
"I haven't had that much time to practice since my dad got transferred." I knew the move had changed him but I didn't know it changed him that much. I couldn't help but sigh. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"It's just you've been so much different since you moved. I miss seeing you but when I do get to your way different." I told him. He put his arrow down and came over to me.
"I know I've changed since the move."
"I miss you." I could feel tears running down my face. I couldn't help it. "I just want things to go back to the way they were before." I was getting a lot of déjà vu lately. Especially when I thought about Alex.
"I miss you too, I know change can be scary but it can also be fun. It showed me that even though we're apart we still can make it work. That doesn't happen very often, especially at our age." I knew he was right and I should just be happy we were even still together. I just had to think about the prank and I'd be able to last the night.
"You're right. I love you. Now let's have fun." Even though I couldn't wait for the prank I didn't want this night to end.
Mabel's POV
I was lying on my stomach trying to make a sign for the door. I wrote NO BOYS ALLOWED, then remembered that I was in Dipper's body. I changed it to NO GIRLS ALLOWED, then realized that would mean my friends would get turned away. I sighed and scratched it out again, debating which would be better when someone knocked on the door.
"It's Candy and Grenda!" They called excitedly. I smiled and opened the door.
"Hey girls, wha…" I trailed off when I saw Dipper walk up behind them, smiling evilly. "Wa-Wait! Don't let-"
"MAKEOVERS!" The girls yelled, coming into the room. I backed up and slipped on my paper, falling on my back. They surrounded me and started putting make-up all over my face. When they were done, they grabbed my arms and showed Dipper my face.
"Good job girls," Dipper said, dragging his feet on the carpet and walking over to me. "Now just let me add one… final… touch!" He reached out and touched my nose, switching us back. When I opened my own eyes, Dipper was wiping the make-up off his face and the girls were looking around confused.
"Alright Mabel. The room is mine!" Dipper announced, holding out the key.
"Hold up. What just happened here?" Grenda asked us. I sighed and told the girls as much as I could.
"Honestly, I barley understand it. All I know is that if you shuffle your feet on this carpet and touch somebody, you can switch bodies or whatever."
Candy stood up and shuffled her feet, then turned to Dipper. "Zip, zip," she announced, touching his nose, switching their bodies.
"Come on!" Dipper yelled, snatching the key from Candy.
"I am a boy now!" Candy exclaimed, then deepened her voice. "Wassup bro? Let's grow some mustaches."
"Dipper, give me that key!" I yelled, running over and trying to take the key from him. Grenda came over and tried to pull us apart, but ended up switching all three of us.
"Oh no!" Dipper's voice came from Grenda's body. Then he flexed her arms. "Then again I like having muscles for once."
"Wow! Now I have tiny little doll hands!" Grenda's voice announced from my body, opening and closing my hands. I sighed and started shuffling Candy's feet on the carpet, the others doing the same.
"Everybody swap back in 3, 2…"
"DUDES!" Soos' voice called from the hallway. We all looked to the door and Waddles, followed by McGucket, ran in. Soos' voice was coming from Waddles' body asking for help while McGucket chased him around, yelling about wanting to deep fry his ears.
Everyone started running around, switching bodies repeatedly, trying to find our own. After switching about ten times, I was back in my own body, the key in my hand. "Everyone, STOP!" I yelled. Everyone backed away from each other, looking at one another. I looked down and saw Waddles' body standing next to me.
"I guess I'm a pig now, so that's a thing," Dipper's voice said. He bent down and started chewing on an apple core that was on the floor. I looked at everyone else. Soos was in Grenda's body, and Grenda was in McGucket's. McGucket himself was in Candy's body, and Candy was still in Dipper's.
"What on earth is going on here?" Sherriff Blubs asked, him and Durland walking through the doorway. Candy and Grenda ran into them, taking over their bodies, putting them into Dipper's and McGucket's.
"Give me that key Mabel!" Dipper yelled, jumping on me. We backed into people, switching bodies a few more times, then sat on the floor, keeping well clear of the carpet and the body-swapping chaos.
"Mabel, are you, you?" Dipper's body and voice asked me.
"Yeah, I'm me," I told him, glad it was over, at least for us.
"Well I've got the key!" He announced, holding it up. He stood up and ran out of the room, me following behind him. We passed an off-balance Soos on our way to the attic. We ran into the attic and started wrestling for the key. I grabbed it, but Dipper pinned me down.
"Mabel, the room is mine! Give it to me!" He yelled, trying to take it from me.
"What's with you? Why do you need that room so bad? I never even wanted to move out!" I told him.
"Me neither!"
"Wait, what? Say that again?" I asked. He sighed and let go of me, sitting back.
"I- I never wanted to move out."
"Then what was all this?" I asked, sitting up.
"Everything was fine until you started hanging out with your friends every night. Hanging out with you and Willow has been fun. But she's been working and now that you're always with Candy and Grenda, I'm just, left behind," he admitted, pulling his legs up to his chest.
"Dip…" I told him, smiling sympathetically.
"It's okay. I've just been having a hard time; you wouldn't understand," He told me, connecting some of the dots.
"You're probably feeling awkward and sweaty, right?" I asked. He looked up.
"How'd you know?"
"Stan thought I was you, and I am officially scarred for life," I explained, then tossed him the key. "Room's yours. I won't fight you for it."
"Thanks Mabes. Let's go check on the others." We both stood up and walked back to the room. Someone had gotten them to calm down, so for the most part, everyone was acting normal.
"Good, everyone's back too normal… Except Soos, who might be a pig permanently…?" Soos' body was chewing on the doorframe of the room. He pulled away and smiled at us.
"I changed back. At least I think I did…" he trailed off and standing patting himself down. McGucket came up behind him, fork and knife in hand.
"I'll still eat ya…" Dipper and I started pushing him out the door, leading him out of the house. When we got to the gift shop, he stopped and looked around, rubbing the side of his head.
"You okay man?" Dipper asked him, snapping him out of his trance.
"Huh? Oh yea. I just… nothin'," he told us, walking out the door himself. Some woman came in right after he left.
"Have you seen a young Hispanic man around here?" She asked us.
"Oh, Soos. First door on the right," I told her. She nodded and went into the hallway as Dipper and I started heading back up to the attic. He started grabbing his things to take to his new room.
"Hey. Why does it matter who gets which room?" I asked him. If we had wanted to be apart, it didn't really matter who was where, right?
"I don't know about you," he started, turning around to face me. "But something about that place called to me. It felt important somehow, like how I felt when I first saw the journal."
"You felt that too?" I asked him. He nodded, then grabbed his bag and went downstairs. I sighed and got changed, going to bed early.
"Good ni…" I started, then remembered Dipper was downstairs and Willow was who-knows-where with Alex. I turned over and closed my eyes, but then sat up when someone knocked on the door. Instinctively, I grabbed a golf club and held it ready behind me, then opened the door. Dipper was there, everything he had taken in his arms.
"Hey. Wanna have a sleepover?" He asked, smiling. I smiled back, then grabbed a golf ball.
"FORE!" I yelled, swinging the club. He smiled and ran inside, grabbing his club. He wacked the ball and hit it through the window again.
"Why am I even out here at night?" Grunkle Stan yelled from outside. We both laughed, then looked to each other. Call it what you want, but in that look, we forgave each other for everything, and we were back in the same room.
"So what did you end up doing with that carpet?" I asked him, hitting a ball into the cup.
"I told Stan to get rid of it," he replied, taking my place.
"What are we gonna do with that room now?"
"I was thinking we give it to Soos to replace that break room Stan gave him. Do you know what that lady wanted him for?" I shrugged, not worried about it. It didn't affect me, and if I had learned one thing so far this summer, it was to not get involved with things that didn't affect me.
Willow's POV
"That's weird." Alex said as we were about to get on the bus. "There are never two buses to Gravity Falls."
"Yeah weird. I'm honestly surprised there is ever one." I said, knowing that one was a fake. Alex walked onto the first one.
"We can't get on that bus." I said.
"Why?"
"Uhhh… the number is 13. Its unlucky." Alex gave me a funny look. "Let's get on the other bus."
"Whatever." He said. I figured he was just tired and wanted to get home. That wasn't gonna happen. I just hoped he wouldn't suspect anything. We walked on the other bus and sat down. I had made sure we got their late so Margo could keep everyone but us of the bus until we got there. It only took 5 minutes for the bus to leave. I started reading one of my novels for ten minutes. Then the bus made a turn into the woods.
"I don't think this is the way back." Alex called up to Margo.
"It's a shortcut," she replied. It was really just a back road so we wouldn't block traffic when… "Dang thing!"
"What happened?" Alex asked when the bus stopped completely.
"I ran out of gas. Meters been acting stupid lately. Let me call someone." Alex rolled his eyes. I knew she wasn't really calling anyone; she was changing into devil cloths. A minute later she hissed. That was my cue.
"Did you get anyone?" I asked, standing up. She got up and started coming to me, backing us up. Alex got up and followed Margo. He looked like he was buying it. We were almost to the back when she finally spoke.
"No, I didn't even try." She pushed me behind the back seat, then turned around and started forcing Alex to the front. I started changing then I grabbed the fake knife. I got up and saw that Alex was leaning against the back of a seat, and Margo was standing over him with another fake knife. I started walking slowly to them. When I was about 3 rows behind them Alex saw me.
We had known each other long enough that we could communicate without talking. Alex was very clearly asking for help, but who wouldn't be?
"I can't do that," I told him, lowering my voice to a creepy tone.
"What? Don't tell me you're on her side."
"I am."
"Why are you doing this?" He asked, looking between my face and the knife in my hand.
"I'm possessed."
"By who."
"Her." Alex glanced at Margo, fire in his eyes. I swear, if I hadn't been standing over him, he would have jumped at her and started attacking. I wanted to scare him a bit more. "Should I start with your leg…" I ran the knife along his leg. "Or the arm…" I ran the knife on his arm. "Or the neck."
"Leg please."
"You wish. I think I'll start with the neck. Should I start on the left, or the right, or right in the middle…"
"Uhh, none of the above." He said. I swung the knife at his neck, but he put his hands up to block it. He didn't realize that it was all fake. When the knife hit his hand nothing happened. Margo and I started laughing.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"I just pranked you." I said as Margo and I started taking off out devil cloths.
"When did you plan this? Who is she?" Alex pointed to Margo.
"Margo. Richie Cusick's assistant. I planned it when I told you to go to the bathroom. Everything was fake."
"So this all was a set up." He asked.
"Yeah. And you said you could never be pranked."
"Nice one." He said, kissing my cheek and shaking hands with Margo.
"Can you drive us home?" I asked Margo.
"Sure thing kids." She went back to the driver's seat as Alex and I sat back down, falling asleep together.
GFF
"I had fun Alex." I told him, wrapping my arms around him. Margo had dropped us off back at the shack and now we were waiting for his mom to come pick him up.
"I did too. Even though you pranked me." A car pulled up and honked its horn.
"I got to go," he said, pulling away.
"I'm gonna miss you." I said, us kissing. His mom honked the horn again.
"I love you," he said, walking to the car.
"I love you too," I called after him. We waved to each other until the car went around the bend and out of sight. I couldn't get past the Déjà vu I had been feeling lately. I turned away and felt the tears streaming down my face as I walked back inside. There was no way I could last next year in school without Alex. I needed him in my life. I didn't know how I had lasted this long without him.