Dipper opened his eyes after an uncomfortable sleep on the ground. He touched his cheek and felt something gross and wet. Mud. His cheeks and arms were covered with it. He had forgotten he had laid down on the wet soil earlier. He rubbed his eyes carefully and sat up. The shack was still seeming to have that powerful forcefield. He got to his feet and slowly reached the knob.

Huh? No pain. No sparks. No forcefield. He opened the door and saw Mabel sitting there, on the couch. She had glasses on, and a newspaper in her grip. Bill was sitting in the kitchen, feasting on some breakfast.

    "Am I...welcome here?" Dipper asked nervously when he saw the possessed Soos. He flinched away when he took a step.

Mabel looked over and nodded. "Honey-Bill? Is he welcome?"

Dipper clenched his fists and bore his teeth roughly. Stop calling him your own nicknames...

A moment of silence, and then a response. "Yes, Sweet Shooting Star."

Shut up! Dipper thought ruefully. He walked towards the table and cautiously peeped through the surface. It seemed as though the Journals were strapped down and unused.

   "So...these Journals..." Dipper gently brushed his fingers over them. They suddenly turned to dust at his touch. He gasped and stumbled back onto a chair. He turned around at Mabel.

    "Don't touch those!" she scolded and folded the newspaper, setting it on the nightstand next to her. She seemed to have a little...size increase of her stomach. Dipper's eyes twitched horrifically.

    "Are...you...pregnant?" Dipper asked with a shaky and terrified breath. Mabel took out a pregnancy test and it seemed to say in a way she was.

    "AH!" Dipper yelled and broke through the door, heading for the town.

Mabel looked outside in confusion, then laughed. Soos suddenly laughed too, and so did Bill.

    "HAPPY APRIL FOOLS, DIPPER!" they yelled in unison and continued laughing.

Soos stopped and Mabel did too as she removed the balloon under her shirt.

    "Seriously though," they said to Bill who calmed down. "You need to still act like you haven't met him until it's the right time...and then drop the—"  The two stopped and threw pink glitter in the air. "LOVE BOMB."

Bill frowned lightly. "Milo, or Will right now, will claim him again. Haven't you heard what he did to him?"

Mabel shushed him. "The question is: 'Haven't you heard what Dipper said'? He was totally jealous!"

Bill blushed shamefully and shrugged. "Well...I guess you' re right..."

Soos pat his back and took out Mabel's Pick-Up Lines book. "Let's get to the love!"

Mabel nudged him from the other side and took out flowers. "I'll teach you the basics! And Soos." She turned to face him. "Go hang out with Melody."

Soos nodded and handed her the book and left with a 'good luck' wink at Bill.

Bill gave a thumbs up and smiled nervously at Mabel. "I swear if this doesn't work I'll send you to hell."

Mabel rolled her eyes. "Trust me! You should know that I'm a Love Expert."

Bill gave her a hopeful look as Mabel slid a woolly band around Bill's forehead. "THEN LET'S GET TO IT!" she yelled and blew hard on a whistle.

***

"Thanks a bunch, Mabel!" Bill said and shook Mabel's hand, sending her shaking above the floor.

"Y-You're welc-come!" Mabel said and was set back down on the floor. She flashed him a genuine smile and pushed him out the shack. "Go get em', tiger!" And with that she shut the door immediately.

Bill smiled nervously and adjusted his bow tie, aimlessly walking down the grassy slopes. He suddenly stopped, his eye widening a little as he looked back at the Master Shack, confused.

An amnesia spell hit him right in the brain.