"I notice you didnt tell Mabel this part of the plan." Dipper and Pacifica made their way back towards the Mystery Shack, returning from a detour after they had separated from his sister, who had gone with her trusty grappling hook to return to the twins room for some of the things Dipper needed.

"Well..." Dipper held out a bag of fairy dust before him, "In the Gnome community this isn't exactly... Legal. But that has never stopped Gruncle Stan, and I'm only giving the gnome butterfly's." Dipper didn't mention that he had enough respect for his sister's leaps of intuition, especially involving himself, that he didn't want her to know about the fairy dust at all. In fact, he rather hoped she stayed away from that part of magical world surrounding the shack, but for now she couldn't know what he was going to do until he did it.

Dipper frowned, mentally reviewing his plan. He itched to write it out, but he had to keep it to himself. He couldn't trust anyone, even those he cared about, to let it happen.

If he was honest, he couldn't trust his own ability to pull it off.

"Hey," Pacifica broke the silence between them, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing to worry about." Dipper shook his head and cleared his thoughts, he had to focus to pull this off as they reached the bushes near the edge of the Mystery Shack. "Now we just need to wait for-"

A crash announced Mabel's part of the plan was in action, as she barreled out the front door and shot her grappling hook into the trees away from Dipper and Pacifica's hiding place, Waddles and a box of chalk in her arms. As she flew off, "dropping" the box on the way, Ford ran off after her, and as Dipper predicted Stan stayed behind.

Dipper pushed the branches out of the way, (holding them so they didn't smack Pacifica in the face.) and walked up to the shack. Stan was there, watching his brother disappear into the forest. He noticed Dipper and Pacifica quickly.

"Hey kid," Stan Pines began. "I thought I told you to stay-"

"I'm really sorry about this Gruncle Stan." Dipper interrupted, throwing a bag of the fairy dust in his Gruncle's face. Stan was snoring before he hit the ground.

"Will he be ok?" Pacifica asked, surprising Dipper. Despite her nicer outlooks toward the Pine kids, Dipper didn't expect her to care about his Gruncle.

"He will be fine," Dipper looked at his Gruncle, feeling more than a little guilt about what he had done. But with what he had learned from Pacifica, and knowing his Gruncle's as he did, Dipper felt he did what he must. "He will wake up in a few hours without even a headache. Fairy dust has a slight pain killing property too it."

Pacifica kept watch as Dipper went into the shack, wondering what else he was hiding. She knew the plan he had told them was not the real one. Had known since just after they separated from Mabel and Dipper had led her out into the forest to catch butterfly's, of all things. Pacifica Northwest wasn't a trusting person, and she knew it, but oddly, she didn't find herself wanting to go and check on what Dipper was doing. Dipper wasnt a very trusting person himself, but Pacifica knew he wasn't the type to abandon someone else.

After a time, Dipper emerged from the Shack. Pacifica couldn't see that he brought anything with him, although he could have something in his pack.

"Alright," he said, heading back towards where they had stashed the golf cart. "Lets rendezvous with your driver and head back to the manor."

"Hopefully Mabel meets us back with the driver." Dipper felt he needed his sisters moral support. He picked up the chalk, "Now comes the hard part."

-notes-

Really short chapter. Sorry about that. No I'm not actually. If you are reading this fanfiction, please let me remind you, there are actual quality works out there. You dont have to be here, reading my crap. Go look up EternalElysium on archive or something. Go ship a blue hair boy with a spider. THEY ARE GUINEA PIGS!

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