Dipper walked into the attic, "Hey, I got more questions!"

"Alright, first question for today is from Axel Treehorn:

'Are you REALLY the REAL werecat Dipper? Okay, we won't do that these things you said... How..did..you...become..you..now..?...'"

"Unfortunately, yes. I am Dipper Pines, and I am half cat. It really stinks."

"Alright, next question is from Amb:

'i dare dipper to tell Stan and Mabel'

Well, Mabel already knows but I... no... Stan will use me as a tourist attraction and-"

"OMG! I'll do it!", Mabel squealed from her bed. Dipper's eyes widened.

"Wait, no! Mabel, I-"

Mabel ran downstairs, "Gruncle Stan! Dipper is a werecat, he's half cat."

Stan didn't look away from the TV, "You're all crazy."

"Hey, umm, Gruncle Stan? Is that the boring old lady black and white movie specials?"

"No, go play in the middle of the woods where mountain lions live."

Mabel blinked then walked upstairs.

Meanwhile, Dipper was rocking back and fourth with his hat pulled down over his face.

"Calm down, Dip, he didn't believe me."

"Really?"

"Yep."

Dipper cleared his throat. "Oh.. um.. I'm gonna just go back to... yea..."

"Ok, another one from Axel Treehorn:

'Uh,... I dare you to sing...'Royals'?"

Dipper groaned, "Oh God, I'll never hear the end of it from Mabel..."

"THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT, LET ME GET MY CAMERA!", Mabel squeals, disappearing, the coming back with said.

"I've never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address,
In a torn-up town, no postcode envy

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

My friends and I—we've cracked the code.
We count our dollars on the train to the party.
And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this,
We didn't come from money.

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom.
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

Ooh ooh oh
We're bigger than we ever dreamed,
And I'm in love with being queen.
Ooh ooh oh
Life is great without a care
We aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy."

Dipper sighs while Mabel sits in the corner of her back, cracking up. "Aww, Dippy, this is so amazing, I'm so posting this on Ipipe!"

Dipper lunges at her but she bounce's out of the way, running downstairs and giggling all the way while Dipper screams, "MABEL! COME BACK HERE!"