Dog: I dare Pacifica to take a trip in the woods

Pacifica: O.k.

Pacifica jogged in the woods, not too sure where she was even headed, huffing and puffing as her face turned bright red from exhaustion.

Pacifica: Dipper... Where are we even going?!

Dipper turned around, grinning a goofy smile, seeing poor Pacifica exhausted.

Dipper: Can't I just drag my girlfriend along on a relaxed walk?

Pacifica seemed to growl at his statement, her legs burning from attempting to keep up with his long strides. He was definitely faster than the majority of teens in gravity falls.

Pacifica: Yah right. No one just drags their girlfriend into the woods unless they're an axe murderer.

Dipper:...Well...

Pacifica: Don't say it. I don't wanna know.

Dipper: Good.

Pacifica: So... When are we there?

Dipper paused for a moment, looking at his surroundings, giving a slight 'hmm', trying to remember.

Pacifica: You do know where we are, right?

Dipper: Of course I do. It's just... She's supposed to be here by now.

Pacifica: She? Who?

Dipper: No one. Just give it a second.

~2 hours later~

Pacifica: Is SHE here yet? I'm tired.

Dipper shrugged her question off, staying in the same stiff standing position he was in 2 hours ago, not even moving.

Dipper: Not long now. I can feel it.

Pacifica rolled her eyes, feeling pins and needles where she sat, standing up finally. She scoffed, giving an eye roll as she walked up to his side.

Pacifica: Dipper. Take me home. SHE'S not here. Whoever it is.

Dipper: Just- fine.

Dipper put his arm on her shoulder, guiding her in the opposite direction of the spot, obviously crabby all of the sudden.

Pacifica: What was going to happen exactly?

Dipper: Mabel... She was going to-

Mabel: I'M HERE!!!!

Dipper and Pacifica turned around suddenly, seeing Mabel covered in glitter and scratches, leaves stuck in her hair.

Mabel: The raccoon wouldn't let go of the banner, so I got territorial. I'm good though...

Dipper: Mabel!

Dipper ran to her side, putting his arm around her waist, hoisting her up as she began to tilt downward.

Pacifica: Wait. What's going on? Banner? For what?

Dipper sighed, grabbing the ripped up paper from Mabel's hands and handing it to Pacifica.

Dipper: It was supposed to be a surprise. But I guess that's a little out of the question now.

Pacifica gave him a questioning look, only to look down at the long strip of white paper that fought to stick together. She tilted her head a little, trying to make out the words, only making out a few letters.

Pacifica: W__E ST___NG?

Dipper: *Sigh* Stupid raccoon.

Mabel: We found an apartment near the Shack. Me and Dipper and moving in together.

Dipper: We're staying.