Sorry that this took so long, but you see, I made stupid mistakes along the way, and twice had accidentally closed off my document without saving it. That, and the fact that I've kind of been in the works of developing a little crossover fanfic... But through all the sorrow, I was nonetheless able to create this. Hooray!

Also this takes place after Roadside Attraction may I remind you, so none of that crazy Bill apocalypse stuff has happened yet.

Anyways, thanks to all of the people who were patient enough to wait for this! :)

"Ladies and gentlemen! Come one, come all, to the event of a lifetime-your one and only chance to buy this...er...fine young man to have as your own-or something like that." as Stan beckoned people over to the auctioning, quite a few of the townsfolk had gathered around to see what the heck was going on. Dipper had been tied to a chair with duct tape against his own free will, and was placed on a high stand for everyone to see.

"Stan, don't you think we should be worrying about Bill instead of this?" Dipper asked. Stan waved his hand in dismissal.

"Bill, Shmill! Right now we're talking 'bout making millions-no, billions!"

All of a sudden, a ginormous spaceship crashed into the side of the Shack (the Millennium Falcon, to be exact).

"Oh, come on!" Stan cried out. "First the weird box-thingy and now THIS?!"

The main hatch-or whatever thingy that opens the thing-opened, and out rushed a bunch of girls.

"Phew!" sighed a girl with long wavy brown locks, green eyes, and some strange shirt with a pink mustache that none of the characters could recognize. "Now that is what I call a grand entrance! Sorry about the gaping hole we made in your house."

"Who are you guys?" Mabel asked. "Are you from a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away?"

"Allow us to introduce ourselves." said the pink mustache girl. "The name's LeelaSmall, and I have an IQ high enough to fly the Millennium Falcon-which I just did."

"You crashed it." Another girl pointed out. Before Leela (btw, is that supposed to be referencing Futurama, or do you just like the name Leela or something?) could reply, one of the other girls stepped forward. She had light tanned skin, black hair and big brown eyes. A blue headband rested on top of her head, and she was about Mabel's height.

"Uh...hi. I'm Nicole." And with that, she stepped back.

Next came a girl with black hair and gray eyes. She wore a dark green shirt with an unbuttoned flannel shirt covering it, black pants, and combat boots to top it off.

"Hi! I'm QuixoticEntity-Q for short. I guess you could say I'm the fun supernatural-loving one." And with a grin, she stepped aside to make way for another girl. She had light skin, and black hair that went down to her shoulders, and the rest of the way down it was blue. A black and purple sweater was worn that made her stand out more, and beside her stood an orange cat rubbing against her leg.

"My name is Chip, and...I'm here...so that's a thing."

All of a sudden, a girl jumped in.

"Hi Dipper! I'm Mouse and I love watching your show!" she had long brown hair and gray eyes. She beamed at Dipper, who grinned uncomfortably. A girl gently moved Mouse to the side and spoke:

"My name is Autumn, and I really enjoy a good mystery!" She glanced over at Dipper when she said that last part and made a slight smile. She had copper hair, blue eyes, and wore a blue t-shirt.

"Hi, I'm Ashley Tigers." spoke a girl with black wavy hair, green eyes, tan skin, and an hourglass shape. She had a pretty serious look on her face. "I-"

"GREETINGS, HUMANS OF !" A girl with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes jumped into the conversation turned towards you. Then she turned back towards everybody that was actually in the fanfiction. "I'm Emma Peters...and..uh...yeah. By the way Mabel, yes, we are from a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away."

"No, we're not." Autumn objected.

"We're actually here from the real world to participate in the auction!" Nicole said.

"Oh hey guys!" Journal greeted towards the fangirls, who waved back. "Glad you made it!"

"Can we start the auction now?" Mouse asked.

"Of course!" Stan grinned. "Now, for this boy, how about we start off at...three hundred dollars?" everybody raised their hands eagerly.

"I'm getting the camera!" Mabel squealed with excitement as she ran upstairs.

It had been five hours, and the auction was still going on. Since nobody in the room was a billionare, they all started offering up items, and it was beginning to get a little violent.

"I'LL OFFER THE MILLENNIUM FALCON THAT I STOLE!" LeelaSmall cried out.

"I'LL OFFER THE TARDIS THAT I STOLE!" Journal shouted even louder.

"I'LL OFFER THE MASSIVE THAT I STOLE!" Emma spoke up.

"Wait, what?!"

"Since Journal and Leela both stole a spaceship, I figured I'd do the same." she shrugged. "IN YOUR FACE, YOU ****!" everybody gasped.

"Woah Emma," Chip said, "we may not be from Gravity Falls but THIS IS K7-RATED LANGUAGE ONLY!"

Dipper (who was still taped to the chair) sighed. "This is going to be a long day."

"Wait," Journal said in sudden realization, "WHY DIDN'T I STEAL THE MASSIVE?!"

And so the insane auction carried on.

That's all for now, folks! Sorry if I didn't describe any of you quite like how you wanted it to be. Anybody else who wants to join in on this is free to do so-every Dipper-lover is welcome! Make sure to keep a lookout for updates on this story!

Sincerely,

Journal Sketch.