Author's Note: With fanfics like the Owl Sanctum and the Ghost, the Trickster, and Molly McGee past their season 1 marks, I thought it was time to make regular updates for another story in my Young Avengers series. I have chosen carefully, and it was time to start updating Marvel Falls whenever I can. And so, here we are.
I hope you enjoy this chapter. Any and all comments are welcome.
After the entire front room was cleared off, the Mystery Shack crew began setting up party chairs to the walls, lights along the ceiling, and even a DJ booth in the corner. Kamala had just finished hanging stars from the top of the room when she stumbled upon Dipper and Mabel as the former was holding his stomach.
"Oh, no, Mabel. I don't feel so good." Dipper groaned. He then opened his mouth and made a wretching sound. While he did that, he fired a spray of silly string from a can right next to his head obscured from view.
"Oh, Grunkle Stan, what did you feed us?" Mabel asked before doing the same thing her brother did. The two of them fired silly string at each other causing Kamala to laugh.
"Guys, stop!" Wendy cried out. "Something terrible just happened!" After a pause, she fired her own can of silly string while pretending to throw up. That made everyone laugh harder, except for Grunkle Stan.
"Never a dull moment around here," Kamala said, "Especially with you guys."
"Yeah, it's hilarious." Stan said rolling his eyes. "Now, party supplies are off-limits. The party looks ready enough."
"Mr. Pines, whose birthday is it again?" Soos asked.
"Nobody's. Thought this party might be a good way to get kids to spend money at the shack. The young people of this town want fun, I'll smother them with fun."
"Maybe comments like that are why kids don't come to the Mystery Shack." Dipper said.
"I'm just glad we're doing this." Kamala said. "I haven't had a lot of chances to make friends since my family moved to town a couple months ago. Well, friends outside of the workplace at least."
"Speaking of work, I got one last job for you." Stan said. "I need the flyers copied and spread out over town."
Stan gave Kamala a pink piece of paper with a handwritten message and drawing on it. The writing read "PARTY AT THE MYSTERY SHACK! KIDS AND TEENAGERS WELCOME! FREE?" and the drawings were of an elk and two party hats.
"Why the question mark on the word 'free'?" Kamala asked.
"Legal reasons." Stan said.
"Ooh. A trip to the copier store." Mabel said.
"Calendars, mugs, T-shirts, and more. They got it all at the copier store." Soos recited. "That's not their slogan. I just really feel that way about the copier store."
"Save the trouble." Stan said. "You know the old copier in my office?"
"No." Kamala said. "I didn't even know you owned a copier."
"Well, I finally fixed the old girl up, good as new."
When Kamala made it to Stan's office with Dipper and Mabel, she checked out the copy machine, which didn't look as "good as new" as Stan claimed. It still looked beat up held together mostly by duct tape and rope. Electricity crackled as a puff of smoke escaped from the inside of a sealed door.
"Remind me not to ask Stan to fix up my family's microwave." Kamala said.
"Does it even work?" Dipper asked as he pressed a button on the machine.
At first, nothing happened leaving the kids curious. At that moment, a squirrel crawled into the office through a crack in the wall. Curiously, it climbed up the copy machine and stood on top of the copy machine's scanner. Finally, the machine hummed and a bright, green light waved over the squirrel, who jumped off right after.
The copy machine let out one last explosion of black smoke before a sheet of paper rolled out of the machine. It showed an image of the squirrel's underside.
"Well, I know this isn't a squirrel party," Kamala said taking the paper, "But at least we know the copier works."
"Although, a squirrel party does sound awesome." Mabel commented.
Suddenly, the paper waved violently in Kamala's hand. She gasped and let it fall to the ground where the squirrel's image started to change. It gained color and escaped the paper where it gained a 3D form and started crawling to the kids. The original squirrel screamed with them as it got closer.
"Stay back, you demon squirrel!" Kamala cried out throwing a cup full of party punch onto the fake squirrel. As soon as the creature got splashed, it quickly bubbled and melted into the wooden floor.
"Oh, my gosh." Dipper said reeling in from the scare. "Mabel, Kamala, I think this copier can copy living things."
"Do you realize what this means?" Mabel asked right before making a retching sound and squirting more silly string.
"Okay. From now on, let's only use this thing to copy papers." Kamala said. She looked down at the frightened squirrel and scooped it up in his hands. She headed to the open window and gently placed it on the sill. "It's all right, little guy. The mean squirrel can't get you anymore."
After calming down, the squirrel turned to Kamala and smiled thankfully. He then made a tipping hat motion and proceeded to climb down the side of the Mystery Shack.
"Smart squirrel." Kamala said.
Later that night, as soon as the sun went down, Stan summoned all of his workers for one last meeting.
"All right, party people, and Dipper." Stan said. "Let's talk business. Soos, because you'll work for free—and you begged—I'm letting you be DJ."
"You won't regret it, Mr. Pines." Soos said. "I got this book that teached me how to DJ r-r-right!"
"Not encouraging." Stan commented. "Wendy, you and Mabel are working the ticket stand."
"What?!" Mabel gasped. "But Grunkle Stan, this party is my chance to make new friends!"
"That excuse may have worked for Kamala to skip out on work, but Wendy still needs someone at the stand with her." Stan said.
"I could work with Wendy." Dipper volunteered.
"You realize that if you do, you gotta commit to staying at the ticket stand with Wendy." Stan said. "No getting out of it. Just you two, alone, all night."
After seeing Wendy laugh as making a face on Soos' bare tummy, Dipper smiled and answered, "I promise."
"I had a feeling he'd be onboard with this." Kamala said quietly.
The party got alive really quickly in the first few minutes. The lights shined and the disco ball spun around all the kids and teens that gathered in the Mystery Shack. Soos was having the time of his life playing the music. Kamala looked around and stopped when she noticed Mabel dancing on the floor.
"Looks like someone's having the time of her life." Kamala said before taking a cup of punch. She was about to raise it to her lips when…
"NO!"
Kamala was unexpectedly tackled by a girl who jumped at her from behind. When she finally regained her senses, she looked up at her attacker, which was a girl who looked her age that had long, brown hair, a brown outfit with a green jacket, and green shorts.
"Oh! Sorry about that, dude." She said helping Kamala up. "I didn't mean to squish ya."
"Then what's with the football impersonation?" Kamala asked.
"Well… You were about to drink my friend." The girl held up Kamala's plastic cup and tipped it over revealing a familiar creature inside. It was the same squirrel that Kamala saved in Stan's office earlier.
"Is that…" Kamala began to ask.
"Tippy-Toe, how many times do I have to tell you, the punch bowl is not a swimming pool." The girl said picking the squirrel out of the cup. "You almost got swallowed by this girl."
The squirrel turned to see Kamala and widened his eyes. He turned back to the brown-haired girl and squeaked at her while pointing. The new girl widened her eyes before facing Kamala.
"Wait. You're the girl who saved Tippy-Toe from that paper monster earlier? Thanks a lot!"
"Uh, you're welcome." Kamala said. "Wait, how did you know that?"
"Oh, Tippy-Toe told me." The girl answered. "He said it came from a haunted copy machine. Is that true?"
"Wait. Back up." Kamala said. "Did you say the squirrel told you?"
The girl chuckled nervously. "Um, kinda. I have this thing with squirrels. Ooh! Sorry. Forgot to introduce myself. I'm Doreen Green." She held up her hand which Kamala accepted.
"Kamala Khan. So you can talk to squirrels?"
"Oh, I do so much more than that." Doreen answered. "But I think I'll keep it to myself for now." She then gritted her teeth and readjusted her shorts.
"Tight shorts?" Kamala asked.
"Sort of." Doreen said. "Let's just say that I'm trying to keep something hidden, and it gets really uncomfortable."
"Got it. Personal biz." Kamala said.
Doreen giggled. "You know, you're all right."
At that moment, Soos' voice echoed through the dance floor via his speakers. "Remember, dudes, whoever, um… party hearties… What? …gets the party crown!" He held up a gold crown in his hand for everyone to gawk at. "Most applause at the end of the night wins!"
"That looks fun." Kamala said.
"Yeah. But if I were you, I wouldn't get between a shiny crown and Pacifica Northwest." Doreen said.
"Pacifica who?" Kamala asked.
Doreen pointed at a trio of preteen girls who approached the DJ booth. Their leader was a blonde girl wearing a purple jacket, a hot-pink short, and a pair of dark-purple sunglasses.
"Party crown? I'll take that. Thank you very much."
"Uh, I can't just give you the crown." Soos replied. "It's sort of a competition thing."
Pacifica laughed. "Honestly, who's gonna compete against me?"
"Pacifica thinks the whole world revolves around her just because she comes from the richest family in Gravity Falls." Doreen explained. "She's a brat, but she's a powerful brat who makes people feel bad just by talking to them. Anyone who tries to compete against her would have to be either really brave or really dumb."
"Hey! I'll compete!" Mabel cried out.
"Well, there's your 'anyone'." Kamala said. "Wow. That sounded better in my head."
"You know her?" Doreen asked.
"Yeah. That's Mabel, my boss' great-niece."
"Your boss?" Doreen asked. "Wait, you have a job?"
"Well, yeah. It's just for the summer though." Kamala said. "Actually, I work here, at the Mystery Shack."
"Get out!" Doreen exclaimed excitedly. "You work here?"
"It's not that big a deal." Kamala said.
"You gotta tell me more." Doreen said. "I don't get to talk to a lot of humans."
"Sure. I got time to kill." Kamala said happy that she was already making a new friend.
While the two began their talk, Tippy-Toe looked around until something caught his eye. At the far side of the room, he spotted Dipper sneaking past the crowd and up to the office. He watched with curiosity before shrugging it off.
While the party competition was getting wild, Kamala and Doreen continued their talk.
"So how long have you been in Gravity Falls?" Doreen asked.
"Since April." Kamala said. "We used to live in Jersey City until my dad got a job transfer to a bank here in Gravity Falls. Since then, it's been me and my parents in Gravity Falls. I have an older brother too, but he's off on a summer travel program for his college."
"Wait. He has schoolwork in the summer?" Doreen asked. "The whole point of summer is to get away from school."
"I know. That's what I said when he told us." Kamala chuckled.
"Hey!" Wendy called out from behind Kamala. "Who's mentioning school during summer?"
"Sorry, Wendy." Kamala said. "I was talking to my new friend, Doreen, and the word kinda came up naturally. Doreen, this is my other friend, Wendy."
"Nice to meet ya." Doreen said.
"So Wendy, what are you doing here?" Kamala asked. "Didn't Stan tell you to work the ticket booth outside?"
"And miss out on a party this crazy?" Wendy asked. "Fat chance. I got Dipper to cover for me."
"And I got someone to cover for me." Dipper said stepping up from out of nowhere. "So now, we can all enjoy this party."
"That's awesome." Wendy said. "You can hang out with me and Robbie." It was only then that everyone noticed Robbie Valentine parking his bike along the wall. He had a guitar case strapped to his back. "Robbie, you remember Dipper and Kamala from the convenience store."
"Uh, no." Robbie said.
"Saving yourself from embarrassment, Robbie." Kamala said.
"Hey. All I remember is some kind of light. Don't know. Don't care." Robbie said. "Yo, Wendy, check out my new guitar." He opened his case and played the guitar that was in it.
"Whoa, cool." Wendy commented.
Dipper gasped at Wendy's impressed reaction catching the attention of Kamala and Doreen.
"What's up with the novelty hat boy?" Doreen asked.
Kamala pulled Doreen away to make sure Wendy wouldn't hear. She checked again to make sure before answering her new friend's question.
"Don't tell anyone, but Dipper has a crush on Wendy."
"Aww. That's cute." Doreen said with an adorable smile.
"Yeah, but he's clearly sensitive about it." Kamala said. "He's probably imagining the worst case scenario just because Wendy liked Robbie's riffs."
"I wouldn't worry about it." Doreen said. "I've only known the guy for ten seconds, and I already know he's a major dillweed."
"You're not wrong." Kamala said. "Hopefully, Dipper straightens himself out too before he does something crazy."
Tippy-Toe poked his head out of Doreen's jacket pocket taking a last bite of an acorn he had. Once he was done, he noticed Dipper heading upstairs again. Not only that, he saw another Dipper sneaking past the crowd and following. This time, Tippy Toe wasn't going to ignore that strange thing he saw. He jumped out of Doreen's pocket and scurried upstairs.
Tippy Toe approached Stan's office when he noticed a green glow coming from inside. He poked his head in and dropped his jaw when he found three Dippers. One of them had his normal hat while the others had numbers where the pine tree should be. Meanwhile, a piece of paper slid out of the copy machine, but stopped midway.
"Uh, oh. Paper jam." Said the Dipper with the 2 hat. He headed to the copy machine and forced the bent paper out.
Dipper 2 placed the paper down and the Dipper that was on it came to life, but instead of turning out like the others, it had a very bent, horrifying form that spoke in shrill gibberish.
"Come on." Dipper 3 said. "You're not gonna make me partner up with him, are you?"
"Don't be rude." Dipper 2 said carrying the Paper Jam Dipper in his arms. "Hey, buddy, hey. It's okay."
"Okay. Just one more clone." Dipper said as he laid down on the copy machine.
While Dipper was being scanned, Tippy-Toe backed up and hurried out. Unfortunately, he was noticed by Dippers 2 and 3. They shared a suspicious look before the former took action.
Tippy-Toe was halfway across the hallway when Dipper 2 ran as fast as he could and stepped in front of him. The squirrel was stopped in his tracks while the clone stood above him.
"Okay. You're clearly a weird one." Dipper 2 said grabbing Tippy-Toe by his chest. "And as much as I'd love to study weird, I'm afraid you're gonna impose me a little. See, we're trying to help original Dipper come up with a foolproof way to win Wendy, and you might be too much of a wild variable, so…"
Dipper 2 opened a nearby closet and threw Tippy-Toe in. He then closed it shut and locked it before returning to the office.
"Don't start un-believing! Never don't not feel your feelings!"
Mabel's karaoke song earned her a loud explosion from cheers and applause, especially from Kamala and Doreen, who watched from the back of the crowd, but still got a good view of the performance.
"I know her!" Kamala yelled proudly.
"I sorta know her, but not that much!" Doreen cheered too.
"Dudes," Soos announced, "Would the owner of the silver and red dirt bike please report outside? It is being stolen right now."
"Wait, what?!" Robbie panicked jumping off the couch. He rushed over to the window to see two indeterminate figures taking his bike and pedaling away from the Mystery Shack. He ran out of the shack as fast as he could.
"Tough luck for the dillweed, am I right?" Kamala asked sharing a laugh with Doreen.
"Now, we're gonna bring it down for a minute." Soos said. "Ladies, dudes, now's the time."
Soos adjusted the music into a more romantic setting and the lights to a more majestic glow. Most of the party guests took each other and danced.
"Well, this is where I can't contribute." Kamala said. "I don't exactly have anyone to dance with."
"Hey, you got me." Doreen said.
"Well, I'm flattered, but…"
"Whoa. Don't take it the wrong way. I wasn't offering. I was just correcting you." Doreen and Kamala laughed at the misunderstanding.
"Seriously, though." Kamala said. "I kinda wish there was some guy I could be dancing with right…"
She stopped talking when she noticed someone across the room. She couldn't stop staring at a handsome boy with tan skin and black hair. He wore black clothes along with a red jacket. She fixed her eyes on him as he poured himself a cup of punch.
Doreen noticed where she was looking and smiled. "Ooh. It looks like you got the hots for Dante Pertuz."
"Dante Pertuz." Kamala repeated. "So… should I…"
"Yes." Doreen said pushing Kamala's back toward him. "Just go with it. I know the guy from homeroom last year, and I know he'll say yes if you ask him."
"Okay." Kamala said nervously approaching. She cleared her throat as soon as he was close enough and got his attention. "Um, hi."
"Oh. Hi." Dante said. "I'm Dante. And you are…"
"Breathless." Kamala said before realizing what she said and blushing. "I mean, I'm Kamala."
"Nice to meet you." Dante said.
"Same." Kamala chuckled nervously. "So, the music's playing for a slow dance and I'm without a partner, so if it's not too much trouble, would you like to… Uh…"
Dante chuckled. "Sure. I don't see why not."
"Yes." Kamala said quietly to herself. She and Dante went to the dance floor and circled each other in the dance. Kamala was admittedly rusty, but she and he learned to handle it.
Meanwhile, Doreen watched proudly. "You go, girl. Might as well enjoy a drink, eh, Tippy-Toe?" She reached in her pocket to find her squirrel, but her smile faded when she couldn't touch him. She looked in her pocket to find it empty. She then looked around nervously. "Tippy-Toe?"
Back at the dance, Kamala was enjoying herself. Then, she opened her eyes and noticed Dipper using a laser pointer to distract Soos while he put a CD in. He then gave someone a thumbs up above him. Kamala looked up and widened her eyes finding an identical Dipper who was putting a pink screen in front of a spotlight. He gave a thumbs up to another Dipper who closed the window blinds. A fourth Dipper used a fishing pole to lure Stan away from the dance floor with a dollar bill.
Seeing four Dippers at once caused Kamala to stop dancing. She fixed her eyes on them while Dante noticed her being still.
"Is everything all right?" Dante asked.
"Huh?" Kamala asked. "Uh, maybe… I mean… I gotta go." She broke away from him as fast as he could.
"Is it my breath?" Dante asked breathing into his hand and sniffing it. "Hmm… I don't know."
Kamala found one of the Dippers and grabbed him. She dragged him away from the dance floor and to another room.
"Ow, ow, ow! Kamala, wait!"
Kamala released the Dipper only to grow her hand and use it to pin him to the wall.
"Dipper, did you use the copy machine to make clones of yourself?!" Kamala asked angrily. "I oughta… Wait." She looked at his hat. "Is that the number 10? Does that mean… Shoot, how many times did Dipper clone himself!"
"Look, it's okay." Dipper 10 said desperately. "We're just trying to help Dipper. The original Dipper."
"Help him? With what?"
"With Wendy. We have to make it the perfect moment for him to dance with her. That's why a couple versions of us stole Robbie's bike to lure him away from the Mystery Shack."
Kamala groaned and released Dipper 10. "Where is he? The original Dipper."
"He should be on his way to the dance floor right now to ask Wendy to dance." Dipper 10 answered. "But I wouldn't recommend going after him. We all worked really hard to…"
"Just take me to him!" Kamala ordered.
So Dipper was on his way to the dance floor, but his walk was cut halfway when he bumped into Wendy in the hallway. They exchanged playful conversation and shared secrets when Dipper realized that his list was unnecessary. She had just returned to the dance floor when the rest of the clones found him just standing in the hallway.
"Hey!" Dipper 2 called out. "What are you doing up here? Number 10 has been distracting Soos for 15 minutes. He's gonna get tired of that dot eventually."
"NEVER!" Soos yelled from afar.
"You won't believe it, guys." Dipper said. "I bumped into Wendy accidentally, and things are actually going great."
"That's nice, but not the plan." Dipper 2 said pulling out a folded-up piece of paper along with the rest of the clones. "Do we have to remind you?"
"Oh, man, you guys sound crazy." Dipper said. "Look, maybe we don't need the plan anymore, you know? Maybe I could just go talk to her like a normal person."
All the clones gasped in disbelief.
"If you're not gonna stick to the plan, maybe you shouldn't be the Dipper that dances with Wendy." Dipper 2 said agreeing with the other clones who all started to circle the original.
"Guys, come on." Dipper said. "We said we weren't gonna turn on each other."
"I think we all knew we were lying." Dipper 2 said.
The clones were about to grab Dipper when they were interrupted by a yell. They turned and were surprised when Dipper 10 was thrown to them. After catching him, they all looked over at Kamala, who stood at the far end of the hallway.
"Well, this has to be the second worst Attack of the Clones I've ever seen." Kamala commented.
"Kamala, thank goodness!" Dipper cried out. "You gotta stop them! They're evil clones!"
"Don't listen to him, Kamala!" Dipper 2 said. "That guy's as much a clone as the others."
"Hey, wait! Were you planning on getting rid of us too?" Dipper 6 asked.
"Guys, you all make great arguments," Kamala said, "But obviously, I'm gonna have to side with the Dipper who has a tree on his hat instead of a number."
The clones looked up at their hats to see her point. They all muttered in agreement before Kamala stretched out her foot and kicked Dipper 5 away from the original. Dipper ran from his copies and joins Kamala's side.
"Thanks for the help, Kamala." Dipper said.
"When this is over, I'm showing you every movie where people thought clones were a good idea." Kamala said.
"Fair enough."
"Get them!" Dipper 2 ordered as the clones all ran toward Dipper and Kamala.
Kamala used her extending powers to defend herself and counter two of the Dippers that tried to grab her. Meanwhile, Dipper 5 pinned Dipper to the ground and started slapping him.
"Quit hitting myself! Quit hitting myself!"
Kamala saved her friend by throwing Dipper 8 at him. After helping the original Dipper up, both he and she were surprised to see someone else walk in on the fight.
It was Doreen, who's eyes were fixed on the fight and Kamala's extended arm. All the Dippers stopped fighting when they saw her.
"Well, this is just weird." Doreen said.
Suddenly, a feint chittering sound was coming from the door next to her. She opened it and gasped when Tippy-Toe jumped out to embrace her.
"Tippy-Toe! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Tippy-Toe broke the hug and chittered wildly while pointing at all the Dipper clones.
"What's that?" Doreen asked. "The haunted copy machine? The hat boy kept making clones? And one of them threw you in there?" She shot an angry glare at the clones. "Oh, now, you're gonna get it."
"Did she just talk to a squirrel?" Dipper asked.
"Yes, she did." Kamala said.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you copycats a lesson." Doreen said cracking her knuckles.
"Yeah, right." Dipper 2 scoffed as the other clones grouped up around him. "You and what army?"
"I was hoping you'd ask that." Doreen asked. She then raised her fingers to her lips and blew into them. She let out a loud whistle that was heard from outside the Mystery Shack.
Just then, the sound of chittering and scurrying feet began to build out of the silence. The Dipper clones all turned to the other hallway. They then gasped and screamed as they saw a swarm of squirrels running after them. There were enough squirrels to fill a bathtub.
The squirrels jumped on most of the Dippers and spun them around in a state of mass confusion. The Dippers fell to the ground and were run into the walls while Kamala and the original Dipper watched with widened eyes. Doreen turned to them and gave a heroic pose while the squirrels attacked the clones behind her.
"Don't mess with squirrel power!"
"Well, this just reached a new level of weird." Kamala said. "I'm putting an end to this."
Kamala reached her hand up to the ceiling and grabbed one of the sprinklers. She tampered with it until it let off an alarm and showered the hallway with a rain of water. The water fell on all the clones quickly melting them into the ground, including the one that was born from a paper jam.
When the sprinklers stopped working, Dipper, Kamala, and Doreen were left standing over a puddle of melted paper.
"How about that?" Dipper asked before turning behind him. That's when he noticed Dipper 2 standing there. He was dry as a bone and well out of range of the sprinklers. "Uh, oh."
"Listen, you fake," Kamala said, "Look at your odds now. There's three of us and, like, an army of squirrels with us and only one of you."
"But, I…" Dipper 2 stammered before hanging his head in defeat. "I'm sorry, guys."
"Would someone mind telling me what the nuts is going on?" Doreen asked.
"Dipper tried to use the copy machine to make a little team of helpers to have a 'perfect' dance with Wendy." Kamala said. "Guess I should've known he'd do something crazy."
"I mean, sure, it is crazy now," Dipper said, "But earlier, when a lot of things were gonna get in my way, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Dipper, you're the one getting in your way, both figuratively and literally." Kamala said.
Dipper sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Uh, oh." Doreen said. She headed outside the hallway to look out to the dance floor. "Um, don't look now, but you just lost your chance."
"What?" both Dippers asked as they joined Doreen. Kamala followed too.
The four of them looked out at the dance floor to find Wendy hanging out with Robbie. The two were smiling and talking while the two Dippers watched disappointed in themselves.
"We blew it, man." they said simultaneously.
"Hey, Kamala," Dipper said, "Why don't you leave me and Tyrone alone for a while?"
"Who?" Kamala asked.
"Oh. That's what I named him." Dipper pointed over at Dipper 2. "I have a feeling we won't be trying to kill each other anymore."
"Oh. Okay." Kamala said. "Though, something tells me I'm gonna have quite a conversation with Doreen in a second."
"NO WAY!" Doreen yelled out. "YOU'RE MS. MAR…"
Kamala forced her hand over Doreen's mouth to keep her quiet. Although they were outside, she didn't want to risk anyone listening in.
"Sorry, but superheroes got a secret identity thing." Kamala said removing her hand.
"But how?" Doreen asked. "I mean, how did you get these awesome powers?"
"Well, they kinda came from this weird crystal that let out a blue smoke which I inhaled." Kamala said. "That's all I know so far. What about you? You said you had a thing with squirrels, but you were like their leader or something. Where did that come from?"
"It's just something I was born with, I guess. Here. Look at this."
Doreen reached behind her and pulled something out. Kamala looked and watched in surprise as she saw a large, squirrel-like tail popping out of her tailbone.
"Is that a…" Kamala asked.
Doreen nodded. "I was born with it. My parents advised me to keep it hidden. Sure, it's very uncomfortable, but they said it keeps me safe. It's why I kinda distance myself from others. That's why I don't have many friends."
Kamala smiled and placed her hand on Doreen's shoulder. "Well, you have one now."
Doreen smiled. "Thanks. So, you're a superhero, huh?"
"That's right." Kamala said. "And if you think a magic copy machine is crazy, you have no idea what goes on in this town."
"Actually, I have a pretty good idea." Doreen said as Tippy-Toe climbed up her jacket to perch himself on her shoulder. "Don't forget, I can talk to squirrels, and they tell a lot of crazy stories about what goes on in the forest. Tippy-Toe even told me about a weird gnome who kidnapped other squirrels for some kind of bath. Thankfully, they have me there to save them."
"Sounds like you're a superhero too." Kamala said. "Just picture it. The amazing tales of Ms. Marvel and… Um…"
Doreen thought for a moment before snapping her fingers. "Squirrel Girl."
"Ooh. That works." Kamala said.
At that moment, Dipper walked in on them. He had his head lowered and gave a sigh.
"Oh, hey, dude." Kamala said. "What happened with… 'Tyrone'?"
"Well, he accidentally melted himself." Dipper said. "But he helped me see that I really overthought everything. You all did. So from now on, no more lists."
"Good, because that must have been a pain to fold up." Kamala said.
"Hey, sorry about your dance with Dante." Doreen consoled Kamala."
"Right, that." Kamala said sad for a moment. She then gave a small smile. "Well, it was fun while it lasted. And hey, maybe I'll see him again some time."
"Good luck to both of us." Dipper said.
"Hey, I think there's still some life in the party." Doreen said. "How about we make it even more lively?"
"That would be awesome." Kamala said as she, Doreen, and Dipper returned to the dance floor.