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Dipper relaxed on the couch in Mystery Shack, flipping through the Journal. He'd added a section on the Manotaurs, as well as the ghosts from the convenience store. He'd actually looked into the events that surrounded their deaths after the whole incident. Turns out they died from heart attacks caused by the shock of constant exposure to new teen rap music. 

Dipper couldn't decide if that was total nonsense, or the most realistic thing he'd heard since coming to Gravity Falls. Though much to his dismay, it didn't seem that the event had any ulterior causes or motives by any other force of evil. Ergo, no connection to the Author. It was a very slim chance on a lead in the first place, but it was still the only potential lead he'd had to finding the Author or the one who was after them. Back to square one again.

Dipper was also told that he had to dress sharp today, the mystery shack was having a great big party. which the whole town was invited (even some of the rich parts of the town) but this wasn't just about having a good time, and if you ever got to know Stan you'd know that this was just him tryna to make a few extra bucks

Dipper tucked the Journal away as Stan, Soos, and Wendy entered the cleared out room with various party supplies. They were all in the middle of redecorating the Shack, turning it into a sort of dance club party area. Dipper would've been really excited at the prospect of a party, if he actually cared . A whole bunch of random strangers together in an enclosed area spasming to terrible pop songs/rock songs? Yeah, count him out, he was a introvert who didn't have many friends.

 Still, it was the exact kind of thing Mabel would love, she loved making new friends. So he figured that he could tolerate the obnoxiously loud affair if it meant she got to have a good time and got to meet new friends. As long as he didn't have to be anywhere near it.

He also figured, since he didn't like pop songs he would put his headphones in once the music started, and listen to his own music. good plan right?.

"Oh no, Dipper!" Mabel said as she approached her brother, holding something behind her back. "I-I don't feel so good! I think I'm gonna-BBBBLLLAAAAGGHH!"

Dipper gave his sister his usually blank, unamused stare as she held a can of silly string next to her face and sprayed it on him.

"Hahaha, barfing," Mabel giggled.

"You're a never-ending comedy mine, Mabel," the boy deadpanned with almost monotone voice.

"Guys, guys, stop!" Wendy cried frantically as she ran up to the two. "Something terrible just happened!"

Dipper and Mabel each stopped their tracks and stared at Wendy, wondering what supernatural weirdo they'd need to beat down today.

"BBBBLLLAAAA!" Wendy exclaimed as she pulled her own can of silly string out and sprayed it all over the twins.

Dipper couldn't help but laugh, this was a funny bunch. There was never a dull moment in this family. Wendy and Mabel laughed as they sprayed each other all over 

"Alright, alright!" Stan groused as he swiped the silly string sprayers. "Party supplies are now off-limits."

Mabel went to get a cola and came back.

"Mr. Pines, whose birthday is it again? I didn't even buy a present yet" Soos started to panic as he set down a box.

" Don't worry Soos, it's nobody's birthday" Stan explained as he set up a Pin-The-Tail-On-The-Donkey game ( I hated that game). "Thought this party might be a good way to get kids to spend money at the Shack."

"Nice!" Soos responded.

"The young people of this town want fun?" Stan said. "I'll smother 'em with fun!"

"and that's exactly why parents don't bring they're kids around here." Dipper said going to put on his tie

" oh shut up, you kids still come around me" Stan said shooing Dipper away.

"that's cause we live here grunkle Stan!" Mabel called down after following dipper

"Hey, hey!" Stan said, brushing off the comment. "Hows about you make yourself useful and copy these flyers?" Mabel took the flyer in her hand, smiling brightly. "Oh boy, another trip to the copier store!"

"Calendars, mugs, t-shirts and more! They got it all at the copier store!" Soos said. "That's not their slogan, I just really feel that way about the copier store. thought we should tell them to make it that"

"Save the trouble," Stan said. "You know the old copier in my office? I finally fixed the old girl up! Good as new!"

"Oooooh," Mabel said, seeming intrigued. "C'mon, Bro-Bro!"

"Hey!" Dipper griped as he was dragged off by his sister. Guess that tie will have to wait for next time.

As the twins arrived in Stan's office. Mabel saw the old copier, covered by a tarp. She quickly pulled the sheet off, and watched as moths flew out from underneath.

"Butterflies!" Mabel said with an enormous grin.

Dipper rested his arm on the machine. "Five bucks says this thing doesn't even work."

He pushed a few buttons experimentally, and after a bit of trying managed to coax the machine into whirring to life. It unexpectedly scanned Dipper's arm resting on it, and printed out a paper with the image of said arm on it.

"I guess you owe me five doll- WHOA" Mabel tried to say as Dipper's arm that was printed CAME TO LIFE

In a quick panic Dipper grabbed Mabel's pit cola, and splashed it on the horrible arm creature.It's response was to shrivel up and die.

"What the hell was that?" Asked a fearful Mabel " why does this copier make things come alive?"

Dipper on the hand was astonished and intrigued. He finally had something else to write in his journal, though it wasn't about the author but at least he got to write about something today. His blank stare was long gone by now.

After the twins snuck out the Shack to go to the real copier store and gave Stan the copies Dipper went up stairs put his tie on and brushed off his letterman jacket, he was looking sharp. Well except for his hair that drooped over his forehead, he decided he wasn't gonna brush it up. He didn't need people knowing he was weirder then they thought.

As Dipper walked back down stairs He saw a lot of people, and he didn't like it.

Stan paced in front of Soos, Wendy, and the twins. The group of mostly teens and tweens were lined up in front of him, like soldiers in front of a drill sergeant. Well, Soos looked like a soldier, back ramrod straight as he awaited instructions. Mabel was shaking with barely contained glee, and Dipper and Wendy simply looked like they were bored outta they're minds. Something they actually had in common.

"Alright party people," Stan started. "... And Dipper. Let's talk business. Soos, because you'll work for free- and you begged- I'm lettin' you be DJ."

"You won't regret it, Mr. Pines," Soos said with an enthusiastic smile. "I got this book to teach me how to DJ r-r-right !" Soo's then touched a keyboard key and Stan was already regretting his descion

Stan gave an unimpressed look at Soos' copy of "How to DJ R-R-R-Right" by DJ Scratch Trax. "Not encouraging. Wendy, you and Mabel will work at the ticket stand."

"What? But Grunkle Stan, this party is my chance to make new friends!" Mabel said in a pleading tone.

Dipper cleared his throat, grabbing his family member's attention. "I could work with Wendy." he didn't make a plan or anything but this worked out great, he could probably learn a lot more about Wendy by talking to her.

Before the party started in the twin's room

"'Uh, uh, I could work the counter with you, Wendy!'" Mabel said walking in with  a goofy tone. 

Dipper gave his sister a light swat on the back of her head,  seemingly annoyed. "So this is the thanks I get for making sure you get to party, huh? thanks a whole lot"

"C'mon bro," Mabel said with an eye roll. "I was just kidding when I said you were in love with her, but man . You fell hard, didn't ya?"

Dipper's first instinct was to deny his sister's comment, but decided against it. "... Okay, yeah. I like her, alright?"

Mabel let out a "squee" so high pitched Dipper was sure only dogs could hear it.

"Ohmygoshmybrotherhasacrush!!! " Mabel gushed excitedly.

Dipper was already regretting telling Mabel, Why must she say these things so loud?

"yeah yeah. Now go make friends and party I gotta go get ready for a probably boring night" Dipper said sighing away his last breathe

Spongebob voice: ......Later

Dipper and Wendy were making a lot of small talk and a lot of cash. "Hey Wendy. why do you have to do tickets?" Dipper asked because as far as he knew Wendy was the coolest person he knows.

"Well i could start off by saying how I hate partying but that would be a lie. Stan had bribed me with a day off and some extra cash" Wendy said flashing her money with a sly smile "But how about you dip? why are you here?" 

"Well because I felt like my sister deserved a night off. And because I was bribed with a day off" Dipper said cracking a small grin

After that the duo didn't really talk much.

' If she wanted to talk, she would have said something by now, right? ' Dipper thought to himself. ' I mean, she's barely even looked at me this whole time. She probably wouldn't like me interrupting whatever she's thinking about just for some small talk. I know I wouldn't. Or wait, maybe she knows that and that's why she hasn't said anything to me, because she thinks I don't want to talk. So maybe I just need to say something. But what do I even say? If I mess that up then the rest of the night will be an awkward mess. And what if she actually doesn't want to talk after all? '

Dipper clenched his fists under the table, frustrated.

' Focus, ' he told himself. ' Don't panic. Stay calm. Get the conversation started and see where it goes. Talking... Just, just say something. Anything. I banter with Mabel all the time, I can do that with Wendy. Yeah, just do that. Casual banter. Casual ban- '

"Whoa!" Wendy exclaimed as she peeked into the window behind them. "Sounds like the party's getting nuts! I gotta get in there! Cover for me?"

"Uh," Dipper stuttered, of balance from the sudden request. "Um, I mean I-"

"Thanks, man!" Wendy said with a wave as she ducked inside the Shack.

Dipper blinked and then sighed. Well, that chance had passed. But the night was still young, so he hadn't completely blown it yet. He just had to head in and talk with Wendy.

"I'll be back shortly," Dipper told the line, earning him some boos from the waiting group.

"Hey!" Stan said, grabbing Dipper by the back of his jacket.

' Argh! ' Dipper grunted in his mind as he was yanked back. ' When did he get here? '

"What are you doing, kid?" Stan asked. "These suckers aren't gonna rip themselves off!"

"Yeah! wait what?" one of the kids from the line agreed.

"You promised, remember?" Stan reminded the boy

Dipper then remembered his promise a vowed to never make a promise with Stan again

Dipper's eyes widened.

Lightbulb.

"Okay," Dipper said, intentionally fidgeting a bit. "But I need to go to the bathroom."

Stan scoffed. "You think I was born yesterday, kid?"

' I'm Pretty sure absolutely no one thinks that, ' Dipper thought to himself. "Come on, Grunkle Stan. You wouldn't want an accident happening out here would you? Can't imagine that would be good for business."

Stan narrowed his eyes at his great nephew. "Five minutes. A second more and you'll be doin' extra chores for a week."

Dipper nodded, before racing into the Shack. However, he passed the bathroom, dashing straight into Stan's office. He walked across the room, stopping in front of the copier.

Question:Was this really a good idea? what if Dipper's plan doesn't work and he just makes a paper cut out of himself?

Answer:Too late, Dipper already copied himself.

' I really hope this works, ' Dipper thought as he slid off the copier.

He watched as the paper printed out, displaying an image of himself from the back(Don't ask how that was possible when Dipper was lying on his back). As the picture finished printing and the paper fell on the floor, Dipper waited expectantly. The paper began shaking, and Dipper took a hesitant step back he didn't have any soda whit him. Suddenly, an arm popped up from the paper, then another. The limbs touched the floor, pushing themselves up, and forcing a torso from the picture. A head soon followed, and then with a strange "shloop" sound, the figure rose completely from the paper, fully embracing the third dimension.

The two looked at each other, blinking. 

"damn that blank stare is annoying" the duo said in sync             

"Did you do that on purpose? No, I- stop that. No you. Interplanetary kung-fu thesaurus!"

Both chuckled at the last bit they said. Both Dippers held up a hand, signalling for a pause, before realizing that they'd run into the same problem. The clone Dipper lowered his hand, figuring he'd let the original talk first.

"Thanks," OG Dipper said, pulling out a sharpie from a holder on Stan's desk. Almost all of them were dried out.

Dipper noted that the copier had made a perfect clone of himself, apparently mentally as well as physically, with one exception. Clone Dipper's letterman patch was blank, missing the  blue pine tree symbol. An odd detail to be left out, but it provided Dipper with the perfect place for...

"There," Dipper said, having written a "2" on the blank patch. "Now what can I call you? 'Number 2' isn't gonna fly."

"Definitely not," Clone Dipper agreed with a nod. "You know a name I've always wanted?"

"Tyrone?" they both asked, grinning and putting they're head together.

"Okay, Tyrone," Dipper said. "I'm thinking you cover me at the ticket stand, while I talk to Wendy."

"I was thinking the same thing," Tyrone agreed.

Dipper grinned, before a thought occurred to him. "Hey, we're not gonna get jealous and turn on each other like the clones in the movies, are we?"

Both thought about it for a moment, before shrugging and saying, "Nah."

Dipper walked into the danceroom, scanning the area. Eventually his eyes landed on Wendy, who was apparently talking to a hooded someone. There was a group in the way, so Dipper couldn't see who the other person was, but he decided it wasn't a big deal. If anything, a pre-started conversation to jump into might be just the thing he needed to talk to Wendy.

He gave a quick glance out his window, and saw Tyrone sitting at the ticket booth. His clone turned back and saw Dipper, giving his original a thumbs up. Everything was going great.

"Hey Wendy!" Dipper announced, getting the redhead's attention. "I got someone to cover tickets for me!"

"That's awesome," Wendy said, gesturing to her companion. "You can hang out with me and Robbie."

Dipper barely managed to stop himself from frowning. Of course she was talking to Robbie. Why not? What's more, Wendy was giving the younger boy a sort of... look.

' ... She's trying to make sure I won't hit him again, isn't she? ' Dipper thought. ' Well, so much for not making things uncomfortable. ' 

Robbie look annoyed at Dipper's sudden intrusion it made him a little scared to but he shrugged it off.

Robbie narrowed his already narrowed  eyes at Dipper. "Whatever. Yo, Wendy, check out my new guitar."

At that, Robbie strummed a few chords. Dipper begrudgingly had to admit that it was competent playing. Not great, but it was still more than Dipper could play, which was nothing. He now wished he took that music class

"Whoa, cool!" Wendy said with a thumbs up.

That grimace was getting harder and harder to push down. He really didn't need to explode tonight.

Dipper was jolted out of his frustration by his phone vibrating. Stepping away for a bit, he pulled the phone out. The caller ID said the person was... himself? Oh right, clone.(Man this is gonna get confusing)

"Yeah?" Dipper said as he answered the phone.

"Yeaa I just got the same anger flash," Tyrone said.

"If I want to talk with Wendy, then Robbie's gotta go," Dipper said.

"I'm all for messing with Robbie," Tyrone said. "But I need to stay here and do the tickets."

"You're right," Dipper said, thinking for a moment. "... But I think I know where I can get more help."

"Good idea, me," Tyrone said. "Go for it."

Dipper put his phone away and peeked back at Wendy and Robbie. They were sitting on the couch together. That was Dipper's reason to go ruin Robbie's night.

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... No Dipper wasn't jealous, YOU'RE jealous

I'm really tired so I'ma Split this into two parts so this in kinda a cliffhanger. see ya, Flame king out