A/N asks, "Does anyone still ship these two? I do."

    "WHO WANTS TO PLAY DRESS UP?" Bill shouted with an excited smile beaming his face while he held a Little Red Riding Hood costume.

Dipper and Mabel swung their heads around, then looked back at each other with snorts and snickers. "Wow," said Mabel. "Even I can't be THAT excited sometimes!"

Dipper laughed and wiped a tear. "Holy, Bill. What got you pumped up?"

Bill tapped his temples thoughtfully. "Well...remember that movie we all went to watch last weekend?"

Mabel stood up and nodded. "Do you mean Into The Woods? That movie was so...romantic! Kind of..."

Dipper nodded. "Yeah...overall I think the Prince is my least favorite..."

    "Yes!" shouted Bill. "That movie! I couldn't resist playing the part of Little Red Riding Hood!" He tossed the costume to his other hand. "So can we? Mabel! You wanna film?"

Mabel whined. "Why do I have to?" She grabbed a camera hesitantly.

    "I promise I'll film a remake of Cinderella which your boyfriend when you would act," Bill said.

    "DEAL!" Mabel said gleefully and held the camera firmly.

Dipper rubbed his hair and tilted his head unseemly. "So...who's Little Red?"

Bill's suit turned to a grey furry tail coat while his top hat turned into wolf ears. He placed the ears onto his head and grinned while sharp teeth replaced his flat ones. "You are." He snapped his fingers as Dipper was already in some boy-version of Little Red Riding Hood's clothes.

Dipper sighed heavily and grabbed a basket filled with fresh baked muffins. "Fine...Come on. Let's head into the woods..."

As soon as the trio, along with Mabel's boyfriend, arrived through the pine trees Dipper began trailing further away while Mabel hid behind the bushes and trees, filming him.

    "Oh no," Dipper called out sarcastically. "I hope a WOLF doesn't get me...I'm heading to grandma's house..." He continued walking around sighed.

Bill waltzed out of nowhere and approached him with a wide toothy grin. "Why hello there, Little Red," he purred and chuckled.

Dipper rolled his eyes and checked his watch. "Hey, Mr. Wolf? What time is it? IT'S 'GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME' TIME!" Dipper suddenly sprinted away leaving Bill confused as hell. Dipper wanted to send this fairy tale somewhere else. Around the bank a little. Make it amusing so Mabel didn't have to tease him about it.

Bill drifted after him with hungry saliva dripping down from his fangs. "Come here, Little Red Dipper..."

Dipper sprinted across a river and ducked and leaped over branches. He swept his hair out of his face and ran faster. Until he reached a cliff and shrieked at the top of his lungs. The basket flung out of his grip and collapsed at the bottom of Dipper's-almost-death. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath and sighed, looking around. There seemed to be no other escape than run to the left or the right, but either way there'd be a crevice blocking the other side. He turned around and saw nothing but forest animals nearby and far. He turned back around and was greeted with a hungry grin from Bill.

    "Greetings," Bill purred and took a step forward, Dipper flinched and stepped back, and then Bill stepped forward again. Dipper finally stepped farther and easily tripped over a root. Bill laughed insanely hard and knelt down, gently placing his hand on Dipper's side. His cane appeared as he fully stabilized himself. "Seems as if you lost your way..."

     "NOPE I'M HELLA FINE," Dipper yelled and tried to kick Bill away. But he was too firm against the dirt.

     "Awe." Bill sighed. "Your outfit is dirty..." He gazed at Dipper's cheek which had plenty full of muffin crumbs. "Your cheek his dirty too..." He leaned in and licked Dipper's cheek hungrily, saliva still dripping down.

Dipper didn't react much except be disgusted. "Yuck," he said. "You're gross for a wolf..." He took out a napkin and raised his hand towards Bill's lips, but dropped the napkin as Bill pushed him against a tree. He raised Dipper's arms above his head and held his hands in place.

     "Dipper Pines," Bill said groggily. He sniffed his neck and earned a protective flinch from the boy trapped by him. "Your flesh...smells satisfying enough..." He implanted his fangs lightly into his neck.

     "Eeh!" Dipper squirmed around, baring his jaws. He bit his lip and whimpered, gulping.

Bill grabbed his chin and raised his mouth from his neck, kissing him deeply. He licked Dipper's lower lip, but no response. He reached his hand down to his inner thigh and slid his hand underneath his rear, hooking his leg over his waist. Dipper gasped, his mouth opening. Bill grinned and slid his tongue in, rubbing it around Dipper's. Dipper turned red and began sweating, moaning against his lips. He submissively entwined his tongue with his, his eyes half-shut. Saliva dripped down from his mouth, his tongue lubricating too much saliva for him to handle. Dipper kicked him away and panted, rubbing his mouth.

    "You're insane," Dipper said and walked away, back to the shack, leaving Bill laughing softly against the tree.

    "Such a Happy Ever After...at least, for me..."