*By the way, this story starts off exactly like the episode, don't sue me please!*

Dipper's P.O.V.

"You asked for it, you got it! An entire 48-hour marathon of on the 'Used to Be About History Channel!'"

"Be strong, bladder. We're not gonna move till sunset." I say and look down at my stomach.

"We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news!"

"Aww, what?"

"It's starting!" Mabel exclaims excitedly.

"Turn it up!" Candy says, jumping out of nowhere.

"MAKE ROOM FOR GRENDAAAAA!" She pounces on our laps. Ouch.

*On the TV* "Well tonight's the night, but I've been out here for days! The Northwest family's annual high-society-shindig-ball-soiree is here! And even though common folk aren't let in, that doesn't stop us from camping out for a peek at the fanciness!" Toby Determined says, covering his head to stop the rain.

All the girls go up to their TV, and say "Oooooooooh!" synchronized.

"Okay, can someone please explain why people care about this?" I ask, looking at all of them confused.

"It's pretty much the best party of all time. Rich food, richer boys!" Grenda replies, her face in dreamland.

"They say each gift basket has a live quail inside!" Mabel exclaims excitedly, imagining a quail inside a basket.

"Give me your life, Pacifica..." Candy quietly says, looking at the TV in awe.

"(Scoffs) Guys, in case you've already forgotten, Pacifica Northwest is the worst. And that's not just jealousy talking. I'd say that to her face." I reply, rolling my eyes.

*The door knocks*

(Opens door, sees Pacifica.)

"I need your help." Pacifica whispers, looking around to see if no one saw her.

"You're the worst." I reply, then slamming the door in her face.

All the girls looks and me simply just gasp.

"See?" I prove to them.

*The door knocks again, but harder*

(Opens door, sees Pacifica again.)

"Look. You think it's easy for me to come here? I don't want to be seen in this hovel. But there's something haunting Northwest Manor. If you don't help me, the party could be ruined!" She exclaims, looking at me in the eyes.

"And why should I trust you? All you've ever done is try to humiliate me and Mabel." I roll my eyes as I say this.

"Just name your price, okay? I'll give you anything!" 

Mabel walks up to us.

"Hi, Pacifica! Excuse us!"

She pulls me by the arm.

 "Dipper! Don't you see what this means? If you help Pacifica, you could get us invites to the greatest party of all time!" Mabel says with a sad puppy look in her eyes.

"What? Mabel, this is Pacifica we're talking about!" I exclaim.

"But- it's Candy and Grenda's dream!"

"Dreeeaaaaaaam." They repeat like zombies.

I walk back to where Pacifica is.

"Ugh. Fine! I'll bust your ghost. But, in exchange, I'll need three tickets to the party." I really don't want to do this.

Pacifica rolls her eyes while rummaging through her bag, "Hrrn! You're just lucky I'm desperate."

Mabel, Candy and Grenda excitedly chant, "Wooo! Des-perate! Des-perate! Des-perate!"

"Grenda, get the glue gun. We're making dresses!" Mabel shouts to Candy and Grenda.