The following morning, Tambry and Wendy entered the Mystery Shack, talking excitedly. Mabel had invited the two over, insisting that they had to try on the merchandise she had purchased. The girls slipped into matching t-shirts, hats, and enough bracelets to reach their elbows. All of the clothing and accessories bore the logo of The Background Guyz in bright, neon colors.

"This is amazing!" Wendy exclaimed. "How did you manage to get all of this stuff?"

"There was an sale online," Mabel replied. "The tickets were surprisingly cheap and I was lucky enough to be the first one to find the offer."

"That's so cool," Tambry said in deep awe.

"And I forgot to mention, the tickets are for front row seats!"

"NO. WAY." Tambry and Wendy squealed simultaneously.

"I know right!" Mabel jumped up and down in a fit of giggles. The celebrating came to a sudden halt when the attic door creaked open and Dipper poked his head into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but some of us are trying to catch up on a Ghost Harassers marathon," he yelled over the music.

"Sorry," Mabel said. She turned off the boom box. "But you'll have to step away from the TV anyways. It's almost time to go and you're our only mode of transportation."

Dipper rolled his eyes and groaned. "Maaabeeel."

"Diiiiipeeeer," Mabel groaned back.

"Fine," he grumbled. He began to close the door. "But if you guys aren't buckled up in the car within the next five minutes, I'm officially retiring from being your chaperone." He slammed the door shut and the girls immediately scrambled in different directions to finish getting ready. Afterwards, they bolted down the stairs, through the house, and jumped into the car. Mabel took the passenger seat while Tambry and Wendy sat in the back. Dipper looked impressed when he arrived to find that they had actually managed to be on time.

He slid into his seat, inserted the key, and cranked the car. Grinning, Mabel slipped a cassette into the radio. Dipper frowned when the girls began screaming along to the music. Once they entered the high way, he turned down the volume. The girls sighed in disappointment.

"Come on, Dipper. This is supposed to be the best night ever! Mabel complained. "What if I promise that you'll never hear the Background Guyz again after tonight as long as you stop being such a grump."

"Pfft. I doubt that's a promise you'd actually keep."

"I'm being serious. Seriously serious."

"You know how much I hate boy bands," Dipper mumbled.

Tambry and Wendy gasped. "How dare you!" Tambry hissed. "The Background Guys are not a boy band. They're artistic geniuses!"

"They're a bunch of dudes who sing mediocre pop songs that are written to appeal to preteen girls. That's literally the definition of a boy band."

"I'm Dipper," Mabel said in a low voice. She scrunched up her face and crossed her arms. "I'm crabby because my girlfriend dumped me."

"Shut up," Dipper said. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. In one movement, he ejected the cassette, rolled down the window, and tossed the tape into the wind like a frisbee.

Mabel's jaw dropped open in shock then she scowled. "That was uncalled for."

"Whatever," Dipper snapped. "Just get off my case about the Pacifica thing, alright?"

The rest of the drive was quiet. Dipper kept his eyes locked on the road and the girls stared out the windows, lost in their own thoughts. Once in a while they would begin to hum a song but would be cut off by one of Dipper's annoyed glares. When they finally arrived to the stadium, no one said a word. The only sound came from the unbuckling of seat belts.

After they had stepped out of the car, Mabel paused. She dug around in her purse and handed Dipper a cassette. He stared blankly at it before taking it.

"It's that playlist I promised," she explained.

"Okay." Dipper dropped it in the passenger seat.

"Please give it a chance. . ." Mabel said. "I'm just trying to help."

"Maybe I don't want any help," he responded. Before his sister could protest, Dipper rolled the window up, shifted the gear into drive, and sped away, out of the parking lot. The girls stared after him gloomily.

"I kinda wanna go home. . ." Tambry mumbled.

Wendy nodded. "Yeah. I don't feel well."

Mabel swallowed the lump in her throat. "No. We came here to have a good time. If Dipper wants to sulk for the rest of his life, I won't stop him. It's not our problem."

Tambry and Wendy exchanged saddened looks. They shrugged.

Mabel sighed. "Come on, guys. We're already here. May as well make use of those tickets." She turned away from the parking lot and walked towards the ticket booth. Wendy and Tamrby followed closely behind, dragging their feet across the pavement.

Mabel stopped at the window of the booth and slapped the three tickets on the counter.

The security officer, slouched in his seat, stared at the tickets, then looked back up at Mabel with an annoyed glint in his eyes. "Is this some sort of joke?" he asked through his mustache.

Mabel blinked in shock of his question. She shook her head quickly. "I-I'm not sure I understand. . ."

The officer pinched a ticket between his thumb and forefinger and held it up to her face so that it was almost touching her nose.

"These are fakes," he grumbled, waving the ticket before tearing it into several pieces.

"Hey!" Mabel exclaimed. She pounded her fists against the glass. "I spent all of my allowance on those!"

"I don't make the rules, kid," the officer said calmly.

Mabel looked through her purse. "Maybe I could pay for some more right here-"

"-sold out," he said, cutting her off.

"Please," Mabel cried. "It was a simple mix up!"

"There's nothing I can do. But I know what you could do. . ."

"What?"

"Leave."

And with that, the officer closed the window, leaving the girls in an abrupt silence. Mabel stared at the window, her face glowing red. She kicked at the booth and finally let out a long scream of frustration.

"It's okay, Mabel." Wendy patted Mabel on shoulder. "Let's just call Dipper and go home."

"But after everything I did to get those tickets. . .it was all for nothing." Mabel sniffed and she wiped her face with her sweater sleeve.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be," Tambry chimed in. "We could come up with a back up plan."

"We are not breaking into a concert," Wendy said sternly.

"What? No. We're not breaking in if the door's already open. . ." Tambry said with a mischievous smile. "Follow my lead," she said casually.

Wendy and Mabel hesitated for a second before following Tambry. Of course it was probably a bad idea, but they had all decided that at that point they didn't exactly have anything to lose.

They walked along the side of the building to the back by the dumpsters. Tambry motioned for the girls to hide, and they each found a hiding spot amongst the garbage. They waited until two staff members opened the back door to retrieve bags of trash from the dressingrooms.

Tambry waited until the right moment and caught the door with her foot. She crawled inside with Mabel and Wendy following behind. Once they were inside, they ducked behind a costume rack.

"We're in!" Tambry whispered.

"I think I'm gonna throw up. . . this is so cool!" Mabel whispered back.

"So what's the plan?" Wendy asked.

"We wait back here until the guys show up, then we reveal ourselves and ask for autographs and stuff," she replied, "Easy peasy."

"Sounds solid." Mabel nodded in agreement.

"Uhh, I dunno. . ."

"Come on, Wendy! Where's your sense of adventure?"

"It's been taken over by my sense of logic. This is a horrible idea."

"It'll be fine. I promise."

. . .

Dipper knew that he had let his anger get the best of him and he definitely wasn't proud of it. He drove five miles over the speed limit as if he were in a race against his emotions. A red light put his thoughts on pause. He found himself suddenly relaxed. His shoulders slumped and he finally let himself breathe.

He glanced at the cassett that laid in the passenger seat. He sighed. Now he felt like a complete and utter jerk.

All this time he had been the one complaining and moping around while blaming the breakup on everything he could think of. What he hadn't thought of was the fact that it could've been his fault. . . Maybe he hadn't spent enough time with Pacifica. Maybe he hadn't texted her enought. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be in the first place.

His guilt finally got the best of him and Dipper slipped the cassett into the stereo.

What happened next was definitely something that he would take to his grave. As soon as the first song began to play, Dipper pulled over on the side of the road and for the first time since the breakup, he began to cry.

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A/N: ooh look continuation combined with a fun new adventure!!

Ahhh this took me forever to work on since I've been struggling with getting back into my regular writing schedule but I'm finally back!

Thanks again for the patience and stuff. It was nice to not have people asking for updates. Speaking of which, why is it that whenever I put stuff on hiatus people don't complain but whenever I release a 5+ chapter bomb people start flooding my notifications with "UpDaTe PlZ"??

Hope y'all have enjoyed this episode so far cuz I sure have. The next two chapters are definitely gonna have a lot of character development for good ole Dip Dip so I'm very hyped.

See you guys next time!

P.S I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE GF WATTYS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME GETTING TO ENTER AND I CAN'T WAIT!!! (Also please enter while you still can!!)