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Pacifica woke once again in her old bed, she was wearing an old favorite which her parents never really seemed to approve of, llama pajamas. Pajama top and bottom with llama print on it.

*DING!**DONG!*

"Jeeves! Can you get that?!" Pacifica called. "Jeeves?"

Either the butler was still asleep or he was busy attending to her parents. No matter what it was it looked like Pacifica was going to have to handle it herself. Shaking the grogginess away from her head, she quickly got dressed and headed for the front door.

Opening the door she found Dipper, once again on the other side.

"DIPPER!" She almost slammed the door in his face again but managed to catch herself. In a blind panic she turned around and hid behind her hair like she did when she was Remorse.

"Pacifica? What's wrong?"

"Y-You aren't supposed to see me like this!"

It was true, Dipper had only seen Pacifica like this once. Out of all the shades he saw of Pacifica, shy only came up once and that was with Fear.

"Like what?" Dipper asked with some bemused humor.

"I haven't put on my makeup yet you jerk! You should have called me first!"

"I don't have your number."

He tried to walk around to her front but she was determined to keep her back to him. He couldn't help but find it cute as she started to stroke her own hair in an attempt to calm her nerves.

"Pacifica, come on. I'm sure you look adorable!"

"I do not! My face is completely naked and...you're just not supposed to see me like this!"

"Yeah, your pouting isn't helping your case."

"I am not pouting!"

"Please, I promise I won't laugh or anything."

Dipper saw her tense up before turning around. "Alright, just...just don't tell anyone okay?!"

She flipped her hair back and Dipper saw Pacifica face without her makeup on.

"...I like it!" he smiled.

"You do not!"

"You're pouting again, but seriously...I think you look better like this. It seems more...genuine. Prettier!"

"Y-You don't mean that!"

He grabbed her hand and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I mean it. Now come on, I set up a second date for us! Come on."

He started to lead her to Soos' truck but Pacifica was trying to fight him every step of the way.

"Dipper, no! I need to put on my makeup! My eyeliner! My blush! For pity's sake my eyeshadow!"

"Don't worry about it. Oh! Although we are going to need the croquet mallets."

"Then at least let me put on my makeup while you go get them."

"No time, besides, once again you look better without the makeup."

"But..."

"Oh for pity's sake; you're prettier without the makeup! Live with it!"

Pacifica and Dipper were in the back of Soos' truck as it came to a complete stop. Coming out, Pacifica found the need for Dipper's confirmation one more time.

"Did you really mean that? About me being prettier without my makeup on?"

"For the tenth time, yes! Now get your croquet mallet, we're here."

Stepping off the truck with her croquet mallet she saw Dipper was trying to lead her to the junkyard.

"A junkyard?" she scoffed. "Wow, Dipper. You really know how to show a girl a great time."

"You'll see..." Dipper gripped his croquet mallet. "By the end of this, you'll be thanking me."

"Hey...wait, Dipper! Where's your hat?"

Dipper smirked and then rested on his croquet mallet. "Finally noticed did you? Figured I'd leave it behind since you've already seen my birthmark.

"Wait...You're here without your hat, and I'm here without my makeup. Some could say we're out here as our real selves...Dipper, did you plan this?"

"Um..." he seemed to stare out in to space for a moment before a blush crossed his cheeks. "I wish I could say I did, but there's only one thing I planned for..." he pointed his croquet mallet at the junkyard. "Is in there waiting for you."

Pacifica shrugged and started for the junkyard. 'Or maybe you planned it without meaning to.'

Passing through the gate, Pacifica was greeted with a sight which stunned her. Bells. Bells everywhere she looked, hanging all over the junkyard. She wasn't really sure what to make of them.

"Dipper?"

From behind her Dipper came with a smile. "I know you kind of have a thing about bells but I figured this might help. This is why I asked you to bring the mallets."

"Dipper, if we hit them with the croquet mallets won't they...ya know, ring? I still flinch when I hear a bell jingle or whatever."

"I know! That's exactly why I removed the metal rods inside them, we can bash them all you want! Figured this way you could let out any hostilities you might still have against your parents in a way that doesn't hurt anybody. Plus I figured if we used the croquet mallets it would be more fun."

Pacifica smiled shyly looking at the croquet mallet in her hands. "Dipper Pines, you always seem to know how to make me feel better about whatever's bothering me. Whether it's my parents, ghosts, being split in to five versions of myself, or even dealing with a Super Rat."

"For the last time, that wasn't a 'Super Rat' it was an opossum!"

"Dipper..." with the heavy end of the mallet on the ground, she rested her elbow on the bottom of it while giving Dipper a very serious stare. "Are you trying to tell me that an opossum isn't a Super Rat?! Explain to me in what way an opossum is NOT a Super Rat!"

Despite the seriousness in her stare, Dipper still couldn't help but laugh at it. "Okay fine, it was a Super Rat. You should thank Mabel too though, she helped me set all this up."

"Hey, where is Mabel anyways?"

"She said she had a new idea to try and distract your parents with."

Pacifica's parents were in a frantic panic, as they searched for a way out of the room. The windows were glued shut, and the doors were locked while the wealthy couple were confined to chairs.

"Preston! You have to do something!"

"I can't, my love! There is simply no escape! WE ARE DOOMED!"

In front of them was Mabel with a teddy bear puppet which seemed to be falling apart at the seems. "There quite a pair-o, Mabel and Bear-o, her un-bear-lievable beeeeeeeeaaaar! "

"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" the married couple screamed in unified fright.

"No no no no!" Pacifica's mother wept. "I can barely stand it!"

Mabel pressed Bear-o the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Northwest. "Did someone say BEARLY?!"

Both Northwest flinched as they felt the bear's plastic face against their cheeks, they grimaced as they found it to be sticky.

"What is this bear covered with?!" winced Preston.

"Bear-o just likes to eat his honey head first that's all."

"Did somebody say HONEY?!"

"MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"

"Whatever it is, it'll probably be good for them." deduced Pacifica.

"Now come on, I've also turned this in to kind of a game."

"A game?"

"Yeah, these bells are really old and most likely can't stand up to our punishment, so the one who breaks the most bells wins."

Pacifica said nothing, but stared out in to space. Dipper started to frown at this, and turned away from her. "Pacifica, I did all this because I thought you would enjoy it...but if you think it hits too close to home I could always ta..."

*DONG!*

He turned back around to see Pacifica had smashed in a bell from the top with her croquet mallet. "Let the games begin." she said with a smirk.

Nothing more needed to be said as Dipper and Pacifica started swinging their mallets left and right, damaging every bell they hit beyond repair. By the time they were done, every bell was dented and broken in, the two laughed until they were on the ground with their backs to each other, leaning on the other.

"Wow! Dipper, you sure know how to make an impressive second date!"

"Thanks, figured we should enjoy our time while we can."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well summer has to end at some point and I won't be staying at the Shack waiting to help you with your problems...and it's not like I have your number or anything..."

"You know what? You're right!" She stood up with a smile and wrote down something on a piece of paper.

"What're you doing?"

Finished writing she handed it to Dipper. "Giving you my phone number. So you had better call me! Got it?"

"I-Ha Ha-Yes! Of course!"

Before the situation got too awkward for him, Pacifica threw her arms around him in a hug.

"Are you going to pay me to pretend this never happened too?"

"I'll pay you to remember it instead."

**ROLE END CREDITS**

Grunkle Stan walked in to the kitchen to fetch a can of Pit Soda when the phone on the wall suddenly rang.

"Hello? You got the Mystery Shack."

The woman on the other end cleared her throat. "Do I have the pleasure of addressing a Stan Pines?"

"Yeah, what'cha gonna do about it?"

"Tell me, what're you wearing?"

"Um let's see...a wife beater shirt, a pair of boxers, and some slippers I found in the trash four years ago."

"Anything else?"

"That's about it."

"Ooh la la!"

"Hey, who is this?"

Stan's answer came in the form of a dial tone.

*THE NEXT DAY*

Grunkle Stan was reading the paper in the kitchen when the phone rang yet again.

"Hello? You have the Mystery Shack."

"Stan Pines? I...oh hold on there's some strawberry jelly on my dress!"

Without even looking Stan hung up the phone.

**ONE WEEK LATER**

Soos walked in to kitchen to find...absolutely no one waiting for him. The phone on wall rang, but before he could pick it up something hit him in the back of the head.

It appeared to be a can of Pit Soda, but when he went to pick it up it rolled under the table. Under this table was none other than Stan Pines.

"Mr. Pines? What're you doing under here?"

"Hiding! This crazy old woman on the phone has been harassing me all week! I think she can see me through the phone!"

"Hmm...I see. Let Soos handle this."

Grunkle Stan tried to protest the action but it was too late.

"Hello, you've reached the Mystery Shack. I'm a Soos!"

"A...'Soos'? What the Heck is a 'Soos'?!"

"That's me, Dawg. How can I help you today?"

"...Listen, can I just talk to Stan Pines? Is he there?"

"Yes! Oops! I mean no! I mean...It's a myyyyyyyyyyyyyyystery!"

"I know he's there! I can hear him glaring at you through the phone!"

"Umm...Oh! You have reached the Mystery Shack. Our business hours are currently closed, if you wish to leave a message, please do so after the beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep...dude."

"...I know your not an answering machine!"

Soos looked to Stan for answers but he only shrugged helplessly. "Um...Myster Shack business hours are from seven to six! To book a tour, press one. For information about our Gift Shop, press two. To get a High Five through the phone, press three."

"'Press'?! This is a dial phone!"

"Uh...Uh!" Soos hung up the phone hard enough to leave a ring echoing through the room. "I think she bought it!"

Grunkle Stan face palmed at Soos' naivety.

"Soos?"

"Yes, Mr. Pines?"

"Call my lawyer, I'm going to need a restraining order."

THE END

Okay in case anyone hasn't figured it out, somehow (wtf), the lady on the phone is the gypsy woman. This is the last last chapter though, no sequel, no OVA, no nothing! However, I hope you enjoyed it none the less.