Dipper dropped Pacifica from his arms, causing her to stumble. She looked at him, breathing heavily from her death experience as his eyes turned brown again. She backed up, moving off the stage while still looking at him. What... just happened? She was dead. Right? Or was that part of the trick too? It must have been, or else someone would have sued their amulets off. Pacifica let out a shaky breath, trying to speak in a brave manor. "N-nice trick... Dipper." She said, fear and confusion burning its way through her words. Dipper instantly noticed this, trying not to look upset as she made her way off the stage. "Yes! Yes! Great job brother of mine! Isn't he just wonderful with magic?" Mabel said with the microphone, seeing how awkward the situation was for him, trying to lighten the mood. No one else seemed to be fazed by his performance though, thinking it was all part of the act. Pacifica got off the stage, walking up next to Gideon with a forced smile on her face as she looked up at Dipper again. "Thank you... for inviting me to the show... But I think it's time for me to go home... I'll see you later Dipper." Pacifica said, grabbing Gideon's hand as she marched out of the tent. The room was silent for a moment, only for a loud applause to break out through the crowd.

Dipper and Mabel bowed, accepting the applause and praise that the audience gave them. But Dipper? He honestly didn't feel like he deserved the praise. The town was full of idiots. They didn't know she was actually dead at one point. Had they? Or were they just as sadistic as he was, knowing they had punctured her skin and stopped her heart from beating? Dipper sighed, getting off the stage, into his dressing room, as the audience flooded out of the tent. He turned to Mabel, seeing the angry yet worried look on her face. "Dipper!" She began, only to calm down and sigh as she saw how unaffected he seemed by her yelling. "What were you thinking?" Mabel asked in a whispering tone, putting her hands on his shoulders. Dipper shrugged, looking down at the floor, shuffling his feet like a child. "Dipper... You know we're not supposed to mess with the act- We needed her spirit for-"Dipper cut Mabel off, looking up at her as he took her hands off his shoulders. "I know. I know. It's just- Do we really need her soul?" Dipper asked, raising an eyebrow to her. "Yes! Yes we do!" She replied, a slight laugh in her voice. "Dipper. You just met this girl! Why is she so important?" She asked, giving a questioning look. Dipper looked at Mabel's worried face, smirking at the sight. "Ha. Me? What about you and that chubby kid? You really want to tell me you didn't jeopardize the mission in any way with your little act of kindness?" Dipper chuckled, making sure to maintain his perfect posture as he straightened himself up.

Mabel blushed, balling up her fists as her face burned. "It's different for girls!" Mabel argued, trying to turn the argument back on him. "Sure. I'll believe you if you drop the subject about Pacifica." Dipper shot at her, giving a victorious grin. "No." Dipper was caught by surprise with her statement. "In fact, I'm going to ask him out on a DATE." She said, looking at him proudly. Dipper cocked his eyebrow up, not believing a word she said. "Yah right. Like you'd ever-"He started, only for Mabel to cut him off. "Wanna bet?" Dipper smiled, putting his hand out to her. "Alright. Deal. He says yes, you can tease me as much as you want about Pacifica. But if I win, you can't see a chubby kid anymore." Mabel hesitated for a moment, knowing that he never backed down from his side of a deal. EVER. But, what were the chances that ANY guy would say no to her? "Ha! Deal. Get ready to eat your words brother." Mabel said, smacking her hand against his, latching onto it as she stared venom into his eyes. "Alright. Let's go then." Dipper said, letting go of his sister's hand, causing Mabel to step back in surprise. "Wait. Right now?!" She asked, shocked by his statement. "B-but Stan's taking us home right now. How are we supposed to get passed him? He'll know we left if we're not here." She said, making Dipper give a smug look. "Then we'll sneak out." Dipper said simply, shrugging his shoulders with his arms crossed. Mabel let out a slight laugh in disbelief. "Dipper. We haven't done that since we were, like, 12. You remember why we stopped, right?" Mabel asked, giving Dipper a sympathetic look. "Dipper. If Stan catches us-"Mabel began, only to have Dipper stop her. "It'll be fine sister. Unless you're chicken." Mabel narrowed her eyes, once more balling her fists up. "In your dreams."

~2 Hours~

Dipper looked out the window of their mansion, scoping out the scenario. Nothing. No guards, no attack dogs, no Stan. "O.k. I think we're good." Dipper said in a whispering tone, giving Mabel the signal. Dipper took in a deep breath, backing up to the other side of the room. "Oh? Look whose chicken now." Mabel said, chuckling to herself at her brother's cowardly action. "Still you." Dipper said in an emotionless tone, running towards the window. Mabel was surprised, seeing Dipper jump through the window, tumble to the ground, and stand up perfectly fine. He looked up at Mabel, still emotionless. "O.k. Your turn." He lifted his arms up, ready to catch her. "Is this safe?!" Mabel yelled down to him, not caring if someone caught her. She was actually kind of hoping someone would catch them, meaning she wouldn't have to go through with it. "Come on alpha twin. Are you the chicken twin now, or what?" Dipper teased, making Mabel blush in embarrassment. "No!" I'm just- hold on." Mabel said, moving away from the window. It was quiet for a moment, only for Mabel to come jumping out the window, her form flailing through the air. Dipper watched in awe, backing up as he tried his best to stay under neither her, about to catch her. Dipper had to replace himself several times, only for her to land right in his arms, the force causing him to fall flat onto the grass. Dipper groaned, closing his eyes, feeling the pain. "Bad idea..." He hissed, seeing Mabel laying on his stomach, she too in slight pain. She groaned as well, only to begin to laugh. "Oh...My...God!" She said, clenching her stomach in complete laughter. A tear ran down her cheek. Partially from pain. Partially from laughter. Dipper looked at her, his face composed of confusion, until he began to laugh as well. They got up, stretching themselves out to relieve themselves of the tension in their stiff muscles.

"So, where does this kid live?" Dipper asked, a slight laugh still flowing through his voice. Mabel paused, relieving something. "I- Don't know..." She said, slapping her forehead in realization. "Ugh! All that work for nothing! THAT'S JUST-"Dipper cupped his hand over her mouth, keeping her from getting them caught. Dipper loved his sister with all his might, but there was one thing he knew about her that made her unbearable at times. Her temper. Dipper had learned at a small age how to compose himself. But Mabel was still struggling, throwing tantrums, fits, and just about anything she could get her hands on when she was upset. Granted, she could also be very sweet and loving, but she could also be incredibly rash and quick to fire something back. Sometimes literally. "Quiet sister. I know where Pacifica lives. She was with the boy. She must know where he lives as well." Dipper said, removing his hand from her mouth. "I don't think so." Said a voice from behind them. They turned around in shock, seeing none other than Stan standing right in front of them.