*This chapter is short, sorry!*

Continuing from Dipper's P.O.V.

"This limo is so cool!" Exclaims Mabel as she's stuffing candy in her face. "Nam nam!" 

We arrive there shortly.

We knock on the door, Pacifica answers it. "Welcome to Northwest Manor, dorks. Try not to touch anything." She's wearing a purple dress with black puffy poof things on her shoulder. Fancy much?

Mabel, Grenda, Candy, "WHOAAAAA!" 

"Everything's so fancy! Fancy floors, fancy plants-- *gasps* fancy man!" She says as she rubs the butler's face.

The butler replies, "Mm, yes. Very good miss."

"T-he rumors were true!" Candy says while holding 3 baby chicks from the gift bag.

Candy, Mabel, Grenda run off excitedly, exploring the first floor of the mansion.

"Ah, if it isn't the man of the hour! Hopefully you can help us with our little... situation, before the guests arrive in an hour." Mr. Northwest says. 

I spin around, looking at his face.

"I'll do my best." I reply, putting on a fake smile.

"Splendid! Pacifica, take our guest to the "problem room," and, uh... he's not wearing that, is he?" He looks at Pacifica, his face in disgust.

"I'm on it." She grabs me by the arm, (ouch!) and leads me to the dressing room.

"Ugh, it's like this collar is strangling me. Who do you guys think you're impressing with this stuff?" I say, almost out of air.

"Um, everyone. You wouldn't understand. High standards are what make the Northwest family great." She mutters, fixing my bow tie.

"Funny, I thought it was lying about founding the town." I fiddle with a picture frame I found.

"Don't touch that!" Pacifica says as she slaps my hand off.