Little Dipper

Treasure Hunt!

"Okay, this is my assessment." Pacifica had gathered the family and Gideon with her in the living room after the party was over. "I've made a list of everything, so pay attention."

"Yes, ma'am." Mabel nodded firmly.

"Oooookay." Dipper yawned.

"Get on with it already." Stan motioned to her clipboard.

Pacifica bristled with annoyance but kept it to herself as she started. "Okay. First of all, the rotating streamers were pretty great. They reflected the lights like the mirror ball did and made pretty designs on the wall and floor. Great job. Handmade or store-bought?

"Well, mostly hand-made." Mabel beamed. "We had to buy the materials, of course!"

"Of course. There may be hope for you yet." Pacifica moved on. "As for the food, I'm guessing that you had help from Miss Susan. I recognized her pies. And the drink was rather pleasant. Fruit punch?"

"Mixed with lemon-lime soda." Mabel nodded.

"Who made the cookies?" Pacifica asked.

"I did!" Dipper raised his hand. "Susan helped me." He lowered his hand to his mouth as he yawned again.

"They were delicious and I packed some in a container to take home." Pacifica smiled a bit and then continued. "The music selection was decent, you didn't have too much of one thing and I didn't see anyone complaining about the music. By the time the party was over, the place was packed, which means that no one left early saying it sucked or anything." Pacifica lowered her clipboard. "All in all...I'd give you...I guess you deserve an A. But next time, pick a bigger place. My only issue was trying to get around all the people."

"Yes, ma'am." Mabel giggled.

Pacifica nodded and tucked her clipboard under her arm. "I guess I'm not too opposed to you dating my cousin. I'll be watching you, though. I'm going home, get your brother to bed before he causes an epidemic with his yawning."

Mabel giggled and got up to pick Dipper up. "Alright, let's get you to bed."

Pacifica nodded and turned to go. "Oh!" She turned back to them. "Are you guys participating in the Pioneer Day festivities?"

Stan grimaced. "That's already coming up?"

"What's that?" Mabel asked.

"It's to celebrate the day my great-great-grandfather, Nathaniel Northwest, founded this town." Pacifica smiled proudly.

"Sounds fun." Dipper said sleepily. "I wanna go."

"I'll think about it." Stan grumbled. "I've never had good experiences there. Last year, I got put in the stocks!"

"Don't you get put in the stocks every year?" Gideon reminded him. "It's because you're so unpleasant. It won't hurt to play along and be pleasant once in a while."

"Says the one who got me put in the stocks last year." Stan grumbled.

"And the year before that, it was Dan Corduroy." Pacifica commented. "Well, even if you don't, I'm sure your family wants to go."

"I do, actually." Mabel spoke up, carrying Dipper out of the living room.

"Agh, fine! But I'm not dressing up!" Stan crossed his arms over his chest.

"Just be pleasant. Put on your business smile." Gideon stood up. "I should walk Pacifica to the door and head home." He walked up to Mabel and Dipper's room to say good night.

Stan looked at Pacifica. "...Hey, thanks for the A. You really made her happy."

"She deserved it. Anyways, I should go." She paused. "Although, I am a bit concerned about who her brother was keeping company with last night. They do tend to be...weird in dangerous ways."