Gideon

"Who wants Stancakes?" Grunkle Stan walked in with a plate of pancakes. "They're like pancakes, but probably have some of my hair in them."
"No thanks." I said, and I continued staring blankly at the TV screen.
Pacifica burst through the front door, newspaper in hand giddily.
"Look! The Gravity Falls Gossiper took in my article about summer fashion tips for squirrels!" She shoved the newspaper in my face. "Looklooklook!"
"Mabel Pines declares v-necks the look of the season?" I asked. On the front page was a picture of Mabel wearing a v-neck.
"Woah, what?" Pacifica flipped the newspaper around to look. "But I got a letter a week ago confirming my article would be on the front page today!"
"Guess she bought her way to the front page." I said. "That's Mabel."
"Ugh! She almost ruins everything, not to mention the fact because of her me and Grunkle Stan could be dead if Dipper didn't step in." Pacifica slumped against the wall and sank down to the floor.
"Don't worry, nobody even reads newspapers anymore." I reassured her.
"Hey dudes!" Wendy walked inside wearing a v-neck, and Pacifica sighed sadly.
"I need something to take my mind off this." She cried.
"Looking for a distraction from your horrible life?" A new commercial came onto the TV.
"Why, yes." Pacifica looked up.
"Victory, honor, destiny, mutton! These old-timey sounding words are alive and well at the Gravity Falls Royal Discount Putt Hut."
"Hey, you love mini-golf, Pacifica. How about we take a break and go play some mini-golf?" I asked her.
"Yeah, will kicking our butts cheer you up?" Grunkle Stan asked.
"I was planning on fixing the laptop today, but maybe a little mini-golf wouldn't hurt." She admitted.
"Victory!"
"Honor!"
"Destiny!"
"Mutton!" We all chanted, and walked outside to the car.

Pacifica

After renting our golf clubs and golf balls, we walked into the mini-golf course.
"Where is Wendy?" Gideon asked. "Wasn't she with us?"
I looked around, and tugged Gideon's shoulder. He turn around and we saw Wendy spray-painting on the castle and laughing.
"Hey, you! Stop!" The 'king of mini-golf', which was really just the manager in a costume on a golf-cart, started driving over. Wendy ran away, and in the process, made some rude hand gestures at him.
"Guess she's not going to golf with us." Gideon sighed, and placed his golf-ball on the first course. He held up his club and swung at it. The bright blue golf ball rolled sideways into a small pond. "Dang it."
"Don't worry, you're still ext-roar-dinary!" I stuck a dinosaur sticker on his face, and placed down my golf ball. I swung at it, and it went into the hole.
"Woah! Someone in our family actually has talent!" Grunkle Stan exclaimed.
The next couple of holes were a breeze, until they started getting harder and harder. On each hole though, I was able to get each in one shot.
We were on the last hole, with a wind-mill the ball had to go through to get to the hole. I placed down my bright-pink ball, and got ready to aim.
You can do this, Pacifica. Just pretend the ball is Mabel's face. I thought to myself, and I hit the ball.
It rolled into the windmill, and we all ran to the other side to see it come out. After a couple of mechanical sounds in the wind-mill, the ball rolled out straight towards the hole until it veered into a dirty puddle.
"Ugh!" I threw my club down at the ground. "Darn it!"
"Don't worry about it, the thing is random." Grunkle Stan picked up my ball and held it out to me. "As far as I'm concerned, you're still better than anyone else in Gravity-"
A ball rolled into the hole.
I looked up to see Mabel standing proudly, twirling the golf club.
"Would you look at that? I didn't know it was hobos golf free day." Mabel crossed her arms. "Well, if it isn't the Southeasts. Old," she pointed to Grunkle Stan, "Dipper's waste of time," she pointed to me, "oh, and Gideon! Hi sweetie!"
Gideon didn't look amused, and I took a step toward her.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Oh, just to win at mini-golf." She looked at her cuticles. "I'm the best at it, you know."
"Ha! You just walked into the game of a mini-golf champion!" I crossed my arms confidently.
"Really?" She laughed, and walked over to the bonus hole with her club and golf ball. She set down the ball and swung straight into the bonus hole, a volcano. The ball went straight in, and there was an explosion from the volcano.
"Enjoy second place." She said, and turned around to walk away.
"Oh yeah?" I yelled, furious. "I want a rematch, you... you pig-crazy, amulet-wielding psychopath!"
She whipped around. "What was that you called me?!" Her amulet started to glow faintly.
"Relax, you wouldn't want to do anything in public, would you? And think about how much Dipper would hate you if you hurt me. Wouldn't he be mad?" I smirked.
She took a deep breath. "Fine, rematch!"
Suddenly, there was a low rumble of thunder as raindrops started to fall on the ground.
"Hear ye, hear ye, the park is now closed due to the weather! The king of mini-golf has spoken!" The manager of the mini-golf place drove up in his golf-cart.
"You, me, here at midnight." Mabel said. "This isn't over!"
"I'll be here." I said. "I'll be-ack! Hair in my mouth!"
Mabel glared at me one last time before turning away and pulling out her umbrella.
I'll be here.

"Guess I'm not good at mini-golf anymore." I said, as we sat inside a Mexican restaurant. I picked up a nacho chip, but instead of eating it, I just let it remain in my hand until I crushed it and let the crumbs drop onto the table.
"Don't give up, Pacifica." Wendy said.
"Yeah, think about it. If you beat her, she'll never rag on you again." Gideon said.
"No, she'll probably kill me." I sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't show up."
"Come on, she can't kill you because you're dating her brother. You can win this." Gideon said.
"Yeah." I took a deep breath. "Maybe I can do this. I just need a little more practice before midnight."
"Go to the golf course after dark, you say?" Grunkle Stan asked, finishing chewing his taco. "I don't know, we'd have to break in and-JUST KIDDING LET'S BREAK IN!"