Hello, everyone. I'm really excited to start this new fan fiction and I really hope that you guys like it. But before I start, I'd like to acknowledge that after almost a year long wait; Gravity Falls Season 2 premiers Friday, August 1st at 9pm on Disney Channel. To celebrate, I am doing my own little fan fiction event that will go through Thursday when I update EVERY ONE of running my Gravity Falls Fan Fictions and crossover. Monday, July 28th (today), I will update the 1st Annual Gravity Falls Awards and publish a new fan fiction I've been working on called Lost at Sea. On Tuesday, July 29th, I will update Norrisville Lockdown, my Gravity Falls Crossover with Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja. On Wednesday, July 30th, I will publish the last chapter of Lord of the Falls before its two part finale. And finally, on Thursday, July 31st, I will update Digital Falls and Abduction. I will not update on Friday since that's the day season 2 premiers. So with that being said, let's here's the very 1st chapter of Lost at Sea. By the way, this is rated T for intense future chapters. Enjoy!:

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gravity Falls. It is owned by Alex Hirsh and Disney Television Animation.

Chapter One: Party Problems (Part 1)

It was a late Friday night and Grunkle Stan drove his pickup truck with Soos riding shot gun and the Pines twins and Waddles were in the back seat. The five of them were headed to the beaches in Florence, Oregon to attend a party they had been invited to on Pacifica's party yacht.

For most of the hour long ride, Mabel had been sewing a sweater that Stan wanted Waddles to wear while Dipper stared out the window.

As he watched the Florence City Limits sign pass by, Dipper spoke. "Does anyone find it a little weird that Pacifica, Mabel's enemy, invited us to her yacht party?"

"Nope, this could be a great advertising opportunity for the Shack," Grunkle Stan said. "Especially since most of the town's youth was invited. Which reminds me, while you guys are on the yacht, you have to wear these!" He tossed two Mystery Shack buttons back to the twins and stuck one on Soos.

Soos patted his chest. "While I have this pin on, I shall be known as the party king."

Grunkle Stan rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just don't take it off. And make sure that that pig wears the sweater I wanted."

"Finished." Mabel held up the sweater she'd been knitting for Waddles. It was dark blue with the Mystery Shack logo sprawled across the back. "Do you like it?"

Grunkle Stan looked at the sweater via the rearview mirror. "Perfect."

"Guys, I still don't think we should be going to this party," Dipper said, changing the subject. "I have two reasons. First, Pacifica is Mabel's nemesis! I have a feeling that when we get to the party, we'll be humiliated in some way."

Grunkle Stan sighed. "Here we go."

"And my second reason is even worse!" Dipper continued. "Remember that hurricane that's supposed to hit northern California in a couple of days?"

"Yeah, Hurricane Melissa," Soos said. "I actually knew a girl in High School named Melissa."

"Cool, was she your girl friend?" Mabel asked.

Soos shook his head. "No, she wasn't even my friend. I just knew her name."

"Anyway, hurricanes tend to fling out lines of storms as it moves," Dipper said. "And a line of those storms are supposed to roll through Oregon tonight. And based on what I heard, the storms are supposed to be severe. That being said, I think it'd be a lot safer if we don't get on a boat."

"Wow, no wonder people call you party pooper," Grunkle Stan said.

"Robbie once called him Captain Buzz kill," Mabel added.

Dipper scowled. "I'm not captain Buzz kill!"

Soos patted his stomach. "Then you gotta be more like me! Cool and chillax."

Dipper sighed. "Fine, you guys might me right. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

Grunkle Stan suddenly stopped the pickup truck and turned off the engine.

Dipper looked and saw they were on the dock that Pacifica's party yacht was at.

The yacht was long very long (about 320 feet) and pretty tall (about 40 feet). It was also white and party lights could be seen from its top deck.

"Who's ready to get their party on?" Mabel asked. She put the sweater she'd knitted for Waddles on the pig, attached him to a leash, and stepped out of the truck with Soos, Dipper and Grunkle Stan.

"It's time to start my legacy as the party king," Soos said.

Grunkle Stan. "You keep telling yourself that." The twins and Soos followed him onto the dock and up the ramp that led to the party yacht.

Standing at the top of the ramp was none other than Pacifica Northwest. "I'm so glad that you guys are here!" she said.

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "You are?"

"Yeah." Pacifica tossed each of the twins a folded polo with khaki pants (skirt for Mabel). "Now that you guys are here, we have all of our staff!"

Grunkle Stan held up a hand. "Hold on, I know a scam when I see one. And I am not being tricked into working! Come on, Dipper and Mabel."

"No, wait!" Pacifica said. "You and the fat man can party all you want. The twins are the ones who have to work. But it figures that Dipper and Mabel are the only ones who brought adults."

"In that case…" Stan tipped his fez to the twins and grabbed Waddles' leash from Mabel. "See ya, suckers!" He bolted onto the yacht.

Soos put his arms around Dipper and Mabel. "Don't worry dudes. I'll stand up for you." He turned to Pacifica. "Hey, if they can't party, then I won't party either!"

Pacifica shrugged. "Okay."

A few minutes later, Dipper, Soos, and Mabel were on the yacht…working.

Soos and Dipper were below deck in the small kitchen chopping vegetables with Grenda while Mabel was out in the party room (also below deck) serving light snacks. There was also word that Grunkle Stan was above deck on the dance floor harassing party goers. And to top it all off, Mrs. Northwest had gone through the entire boat and taken away everyone's phone (from both party goers and workers) to keep the party real.

Dipper finished chopping his vegetables and looked at Soos.

"You know you could be partying, right, Soos?" Dipper asked. "I mean, you didn't have to stand up for us."

Soos shrugged. "It wouldn't be a party if I couldn't hang out with you and your sister."

"Thanks, man," Dipper gave Soos a fist bump.

"No prob, dude," Soos said. "I mean, so what we have to work at the biggest party of the summer. It's not like things could get any worse."

On the dock, Mr. Northwest sat at a small, two person table about twenty feet from the yacht. Sitting in the other chair was Mrs. Northwest.

"According to Pacifica, all the guests have arrived, which means that our party can begin," said Mr. Northwest. He reached over the covered dish on the table, took his wife's hand, and kissed it.

"Oh, Preston! You're so…romantic."

"Yeah, I know," Preston agreed. He uncovered the dish to reveal a spaghetti and meatballs meal. But sitting on top of the pasta was a rat.

Mrs. Northwest screamed, let go of her husband and climbed onto her chair.

The rat, now frightened, grabbed a meatball in its mouth and scurried off the table towards the party yacht.

"Get it!" Mrs. Northwest shrieked.

Preston grabbed a knife from the table and hurled it at the rodent.

The rat, which had been running up the rope that held the bow of the yacht to the deck, avoided the knife.

Therefore, the knife sliced through the rope, causing the yacht to float backward away from the dock and into the Pacific Ocean.

Preston, what have you done!?" Mrs. Northwest cried. "The yacht is floating away!"

Preston put up his hands. "Don't worry, as long as the captain is on the boat, everything will be fine. He'll be able to steer the yacht back to shore."

Suddenly, a man dressed in a boat captain's uniform walked up to Mr. and Mrs. Northwest. "Good evening, my name is Matt and I will be the captain of your yacht tonight. I apologize for being late. I had to pick up some things for the wife."

Preston slouched in defeat. "We're screwed."

TO BE CONTINUED…

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~Jameer14