After 10 years away from Gravity Falls, Mabel Pines gets a call beckoning her back to the twin's old summer home. Mason Pines begrudgingly obliges to follow her after tragic events following the success of his writing career. The two are soon to dis...
God, what a mess. Tissue paper, stickers, and cardboard boxes litter the floor as we prepare to finalize our pre-sale packages. "I need another roll of packing tape!", "Over here!" Grenda hurls another roll my way with the might of Zeus, "Jesus!". I see my life flash before my eyes. Strangely it's all pink and glitter- or maybe that's the roll of packing tape on its evil path toward ruining my adorable face.
Luckily, my reflexes don't fail me. I duck in time for the tape to slam against the wall before it lands at my feet.
"Grenda! Mabel! What is going on down here?" Enter Candy with some cut fruit for us as we destroy the studio with packing materials, my back quickly stiffens as I try to cover the now-probably-dented wall with my body. Goodbye safety deposit!
"Nothing..." she glares over her dark-rimmed glasses in disappointment, "I'm glad you're having fun while I have to deal with all these crazy sales.". As she sets the bowl down, she follows the path of crusted trash to Grenda and me. "C'mon Candy, we're just having a little fun," says Grenda as she pulls us to her sides, "And once we finish these last few boxes, we can PARTAYYY!". Her crazy personality rises Candy out of the wrath she was about to unleash on us, "How many more orders?". After weeks of endless packing, we have gathered a giant mound of paperwork to keep inventory. I glance at the 'inspiration' whiteboard we've now covered in order forms. "Only..." holy crapola, "ten more!" we all light up with delight as we rush to finish packing the sweaters and other accouterments.
One more. One more bag of stickers, one more sweater wrapped in tissue paper, one more seal with bright, sparkly pink packing tape. I flop on the floor as it's all finally completed, a weight finally lifting from my shoulders. Joining me are Grenda and Candy, who start making trash angels in the garbage from our hard work. I can't help but giggle at their whimsy attitudes, "We did it, girls. Now, let's get freakin' plastered!" three cheers for the 3 musketeers of the fashion industry!
It's more than one thing to be a dork, and it's another to be 3 dorks with a fashion business and a knack for creating their clothing. Even though we vowed to take a break once we finished with the preorders, we couldn't help but pop some champagne and design our new looks for going out on the town. "A toast to my best friends in the whole wide world, Candy and Grenda." we all cheer and clink our glasses together.
