The group soon arrived at their destination, now looking over the medieval themed mini-golf park, that was already brimming with people.

"Wow, this place is awesome!" Mabel breathed, in amazement.

Will scanned the crowd of people. "It seems most of the town is here. And hey, there's Robbie."

He pointed to a nearby wall, where the Cupid of Broken Hearts was currently spray painting the word "Weiners" on it. Robbie chuckled, before a teenager in a king costume drove towards him in a golf cart.

"Hey you! Stop before the king of mini golf!" He yelled.

Robbie ran off, and the teen proceeded to slowly drive his cart in pursuit.

"Come back here!" The teen demanded, then his eyes widened. "Hey, those are lewd hand gestures!"

"OK, I'm gonna ignore that," Bill said, then scanned the park curiously. "So, where do we start?"

Mabel smiled.

A moment later, the group were by the first course. Will stood before the golf ball in place, preparing to swing.

"Almost got it..." He said to himself, before hitting the ball.

The ball unfortunately didn't go far, and somehow rolled into the nearby lake.

"Aw man," Will said.

Mabel came over. "Don't worry, Will, you're still," She took out a dinosaur sticker, then pressed it on his shirt. "Ext-ROAR-dinary!"

"I'll take what I can get," Will decided, then Mabel moved to place down her ball.

Mabel paused in front of it, wiggling her hips a bit, before hitting the ball. The group watched in amazement, as it expertly dropped into the hole.

"Holy smokes!" Bill gasped.

"I know right," Stan agreed. "Finally, someone in our family has talent!"

"Trust me, the real fun is just beginning," Mabel smiled.

The group followed her, as the Heart Guardian effortlessly scored each course, before finally arriving at the 18th hole, which was a miniature windmill.

"You got this, Mabel!" Dipper encouraged.

Mabel nodded, then took a deep breath, before hitting the ball. It rolled into the entrance of the windmill, before coming out the other end, but when it was nearly by the hole...it missed.

"Aw, nuts!" Mabel exclaimed, throwing her golf club to the ground. "I almost had that one!"

Stan stopped beside her, and patted his niece's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, that thing's random."

"Yeah, besides from the Bermuda Triangle, how mini-golf works is the world's most biggest mystery," Bill chimed in. "As far as I'm concerned, you're the still greatest mini-golf player in Zero Gravity--"

He was cut off, when a golf ball scored the same hole that Mabel missed. The group stared, before turning to see a familiar blonde strutting into the park. It was Pacifica, not in her usual white gown, but dressed in lavender coloured golf attire.

She smirked in their direction. "Oh, isn't it the gang of weirdos." She pointed to Will and Bill. "The Creep twins." Then Dipper. "Nerd." Then Stan. "Old." Then finally, at Wendy. "And someone who is in desperate need of a shower."

Wendy glared at her. "Pacifica, what are you doing here? We were enjoying the fresh air without your cheap perfume ruining it."

"Calm down, Wendy," Mabel told her, gently. "Mini-golf is for everyone."

"Yeah," Will agreed. "Maybe, Pacifica would like to join us?"

Pacifica snickered. "Join you? Absolutely not, you think I want to be seen with you freaks?"

"Listen here, you discount Barbie!" Bill snapped. "Mabel is polite enough to be nice to the lacks of you, but I'm not! Either you leave us alone, or--"

"Bill, relax," Dipper told him. "She's not worth it."

"Honestly, why do you still keep him around, Dipper?" Pacifica questioned. "Have you already forgotten what he did?"

Dipper spun towards her, now he looked angry. "It's in the past, Pacifica. Bill has already proved that he can be trusted."

"Oh yes, a genocidal Demon is certainly trustworthy," The blonde shot back, sarcastically. Then, she glared at Dipper. "You are a mockery to everything Guardians stand for, that goes to the rest of the Pines family."

"Pine Tree is a better Guardian than you'll ever be!" Bill snapped.

"If that's the case, why hasn't he been given the Guardian of the Year award?" Pacifica taunted. "The mortals love me, because unlike the Spirit of the Forest and the Guardians of World Balance, I actually do my job right."

Stan narrowed his eyes. "Listen here, kid, being a true Guardian doesn't mean being the best at everything."

"Being a true Guardian also means protecting our own," Pacifica said, suddenly serious. "Where were you when the Night Guardian needed protecting?"

Stan's eyes widened.

"PACIFICA!"

The yell came from Mabel, and the woman's expression was a mask of anger. She gave Pacifica a hardened look.

"All my life, I've been nothing but kind to you," She spat. "And every time, you only insulted me. But this time, you crossed a line by going after my family. This time, I'm going to finally put you in your place."

Pacifica regarded her intently. "And how are you going to do that?"

"Mini-golf match. One on One," Mabel challenged. "If I win, you'll apologize for every mean thing you said about my family and I."

"And when I win, you'll admit that I'm the most powerful Guardian," Pacifica sneered.

"Very well," Mabel agreed. "Now, let's begin."

The two approached each other, but then suddenly a dark cloud drifted over them.

"Here ye! Here ye!" The teen in the king costume drove by. "The park is now close due to bad weather! The king of mini-golf has spoken!" He backed up the cart, only to hit a pole, causing the vehicle to flip over. "The king is down!"

Pacifica scoffed, then glared at Mabel. "This isn't over. You. Me. Midnight. We'll see who's the best, then."

"I'll be there," Mabel shot back.

Rain started to fall, and Pacifica materialized a umbrella in her hand. She turned on her heels before walking off, leaving the others in the rain.

"I'll be there," Mabel repeated, seriously. A wet lock of hair entered her mouth, before she promptly spat it out. "Ugh! Hair in my mouth!"

❇❇❇

A while later, the group were seated in a nearby diner. Mabel looked sorrowfully out the window, as the rain continued to pour down outside.

"Mabel, would you like a fry?" Will asked.

Mabel nodded, before opening her mouth, so Will could feed her the fry. She chewed before swallowing, then released a heavy sigh.

"I will never understand Pacifica," She said.

"It was about time you stood up to her," Dipper noted. "She has been nothing but trouble."

"Yeah," Bill agreed, grinning in Mabel's direction. "And when you win this thing, she'll never rag on you again!"

This made Mabel perk up a bit. "You're right. I just need a little more practice before midnight arrives."

Stan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Going to the golf course after dark? I dunno, we would have to break in, and-just kidding, let's break in!"

So, once they left the diner, the group were in front of the fence that surrounded the park. Stan melted a hole in the fence, so the others could crawl through.

"I'll keep watch," Stan told them.

Mabel was about to crawl through the fence last, but Stan stopped her abruptly. "Mabel, wait."

She turned, just in time for Stan to place a sticker on her shirt that read U DA BEST. The Day Guardian smiled at her. "Knock em' dead, sweetie."

Mabel mirrored his smile, before crawling through the fence. The group walked through the golf course, before arriving at the 18th hole.

Mabel glared at the windmill. "Hello, my nemesis. Tonight, I own you!"

Will handed her the golf equipment, and soon Mabel was repeatedly shooting balls at the hole. But after several failed attempts, she sighed heavily.

"I don't get it," Mabel groaned. "It's like this hole hates me."

Bill squinted at the windmill suspiciously. "Okay, it has to be rigged."

The group watched as the blond stomped towards the fake windmill. Dipper's eyes widened, as Bill pressed his hands to it.

"Bill, that's private property, don't you dare destroy it," He warned.

"I'm not gonna a destroy it," Bill remarked, then added under his breath. "Maybe, some other day."

He proceeded to knock on the model slightly, then pressed his ear against it. His eyes widened. "Guys, I hear something..."

The group looked at him curiously. Wendy then stepped forward, and only stopped to stand beside Bill. She mirrored his actions, and pressed her ear against the windmill. When she heard a loud clank inside, she recoiled with a shocked expression on her face.

"Wendy, what's wrong?" Will asked her.

Wendy didn't answer, she didn't break eye contact with the model. She then pulled out her axe, and held it up. This sparked curiosity amongst the others, and they approached the windmill, until they were all standing over the model. Wendy gingerly reached out, before the peeling the roof off the windmill.

What revealed underneath, were a bunch miniature people with golf balls for heads, walking around a Dutch themed room. They gasped upon seeing the group, and screamed loudly, causing them to scream back. The mini people screamed again, so did the group, with Wendy raising her axe. The living golf balls cried out, while huddling together. The group paused, looking at each other.

The lead golf ball took a few breaths, before stepping forward. "We good? We good?"

The group nodded, and Wendy lowered her axe.

"Ah, good," the blue golf ball breathed, then grinned up at them. "Greetings, my name is Franz, and welcome to our home."

"What kind of devil spawn are you?" Bill demanded.

"Are you tiny humans, or tiny mini-humans?" Mabel asked, in wonder.

Franz chuckled. "Neither, we're Lilliputtians."

"Lilli-what?" Dipper questioned.

"You know, Lilli--Lilliputt--alright, the name makes more sense written out than spoken," Franz admitted. "Anyway, we control the balls! Behold!"

The group stepped back, as the side of the windmill opened up. It revealed a complex system machine, with Lilliputtians pulling levers and gears with a single golf ball. This process, caused the ball to roll out the other side and enter the hole.

"That's amazing!" Mabel beamed.

"And so needlessly complicated," Will added.

"Aw shucks, it's only our lifelong passion," Franz said, flattered. "Would you like us to elaborate through song?"

The Lilliputtians gathered, preparing to sing.

"Absolutely not," Bill said, and the little people groaned in disappointment before walking off.

Franz regarded them curiously. "So, what are you hugelings doing here when the park is closed?"

"We're here to support our friend, Mabel," Wendy explained. "She's playing a mini golf tournament against her rival, Pacifica."

The golf balls gasped and muttered angrily. Franz wore a serious expression in contrast to the cheery one he had on recently. "Rival, you say? Oh, we know all about rivals."

"Put a clog in it, ya windmill-lubbers!"

Everyone turned towards the voice, and saw a pirate ship themed hole across the park. Lilliputtians were crowded on the miniature vessel, wearing pirate attire.

One of the pirate Lilliputtians glared at the windmill. "These frilly poppinjays are terrible at controllin' the balls! We are the ball masters, says I! Argh!"

"Shut your mouths, you showboating pirates!" A voice came from the Eiffel Tower hole.

A French Lilliputtian yelled. "Everyone knows that ze Eiffel Tower is ze best!"

"Je ne sais quoi! Scarebleu! Au revoir!," another French Lilliputtian added.

"Stay your comments, ye churlish Frenchmen!" yelled the head knight from the castle hole. He removed his helmet, and shook out his hair. "None controls the balls better than the knights of..." He paused, noticing the graffiti on the wall. "Weiners Castle? Uh, who wrote this?"

Bill blinked. "Alright, I should be used to this town's weirdness by now, but what the actual heck is going on!?"

The blond went unanswered, while Franz glared at the other holes. "We'll settle which one of us is the best! ATTACK!"

The Lilliputtians from the windmill charged out, while the rest of the tiny people from the other holes joined in. Pretty soon, a violent feud was going on by the group's feet.

Will began to panic. "Oh my gosh! Bill, help me stop them!"

He turned to his brother, but Bill was busy recording the battle with his phone. "BILL!"

"What?" The blond remarked. "It's living golf balls ripping each other to shreds, do you have any idea how much Fez will pay to see something like this?"

Will shot him a look, before turning to the Lilliputtians. "Please stop, you guys!"

"Yeah, your fighting is unnecessary and adorable!" Mabel pointed out, and the tiny people eventually stopped.

"Adorable we are, hugeling," Franz sighed, battered and bruised. "But our tale is less so. Every hole in this park thinks they're superior, from the cowboys of the east, to the grimy miners of the south. If only there was some way to decide which side is better, like some kind of...award, or trophy, I dunno."

"But Franz, look!" The French Lilliputtian uttered, pointing to Mabel's sticker.

The tiny people looked at it in awe, and Franz smiled widely.

"The sticker! The sticker will decide!" He beamed.

"It does say 'ze best' on it," The French golf ball smiled.

"Wait, what?" Mabel said.

"Decide for us, hugeling!" The knight Lilliputtian begged. "Choose which mini-kingdom to give the sticker to, and end our war!"

"You all want the sticker, huh?" Bill smirked. "Tell you what, whoever does the best job at helping Mabel beat her rival, wins."

"What, Bill!" Dipper snapped.

Bill turned to him and said in a soft voice. "Listen, this golf match might be the only way for Pacifica to leave us alone." He then turned to Mabel. "What do you think, Shooting Star?"

Mabel hesitated, then slowly looked down at her sticker. She then turned to the Lilliputtians, and said. "You heard Bill, whoever helps out the most, wins the sticker."

"It'll be us, for sure," The pirate Lilliputtian said, confidently. He shot a look at Franz. "Definitely not these tulip lovers."

"I will not be insulted by a man with no depth perception wearing earrings!" Franz yelled.

"Just remember, as long as you're helping me, no fighting," Mabel told them, and they grudgingly agreed.

"While you're busy with that, Mabel," Wendy started. "I'd rather sit this one out, I need more time to process all of this. I'll congratulate you when you win."

"Thanks, Wendy," Mabel smiled, before the redhead walked off. Afterwards, she turned to the Lilliputtians. "Alright guys, Pacifica will be arriving soon. Get ready."