Little Dipper

Fangirl

“Here, baby-girl. I know you really adore Li'l Gideon, so I recorded a play he was in while we were visiting Gravity Falls.” A man said as he kissed his blonde daughter on the head.

“Oh, daddy, really? A play?” She accepted the offered disc and went to her computer. “Thank you, daddy!”

He smiled and took one look around her room full of pictures of the young psychic before shutting the door and shaking his head. The girl, meanwhile, was focused completely on listening to Gideon Gleeful sing.

That is until a girl came on stage. A plain-looking girl, and yet Gideon was looking at her like she was his whole world. And they were singing a duet together! A duet! No! Not with her Gideon! WHO was this girl? She reached for the program that was folded up in the case and opened it.

“Mabel Pines? Who is SHE?” She asked, frowning. She was certainly no big name! She didn't even look dazzling! She didn't have eyes like the shimmering ocean and hair like the stars! She was no match for Gideon, no way! Then again, she COULD sing well...maybe she WAS worthy...but she would have to see for herself.

She debated on this until the final scene, the wedding, and then she was heading for her suitcase and packing her bags.

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Bill stepped out of the shack to throw out the kitchen garbage and he paused when he saw a girl standing in front of the Mystery Shack, staring at it rather intently. "Hey, you! If you're here to shop, go in. Otherwise, you're loitering!" He called, taking off the lid of the trash can.

She glanced at him and then looked back at the building. Bill rolled his eye and put the bag in before replacing the lid. "Look, kid." He walked over to her. "Where are your parents?"

"They're in town. I'm here to see Mabel Pines." She said firmly.

Bill raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because I want to see her." She said firmly. "Got a problem with that?" She looked him up and down. "Mister?"

Bill shrugged and looked at the bedroom window. "Hey, Shooting Star! Someone's here to see you!"

"I just can't believe how...ramshackle the place is." The girl muttered.

Bill shrugged. "Eh, it was built by lumberjacks thirty years ago, what can ya do?”

Mabel came out. "You called?"

"This girl wants to talk to you." Bill jabbed a thumb in the girl's direction.

"Oh. Well, hi! I'm Mabel Pines." Mabel held out a hand.

The girl looked Mabel up and down and took her hand. "Melissa." She pulled her hand away and put it on her hip. "Look, I've come all this way to see if you're good enough for Gideon, and I'm going to say...you're not."

"Excuse me?" Mabel asked.

"I don't know if you're old enough to judge, kid. You're, what, ten?" Bill asked.

"Butt out, Bill." Mabel told him, giving him the "wait" gesture. "Who do you think you are?"

"I'm the President of Gideon Gleeful's official fanclub." Melissa declared, flashing a fancy-looking pin on her blouse. "And I don't think you're good enough for him. I mean, you have craft glitter and construction paper in your hair and you live in a...a shack." She gestured to Mabel and the building.

"What's your point? Gideon thinks that it's just fine. In fact, he loves coming to this shack." Mabel put her hands on her hips.

"I just don't think you're good enough for him, that's all." She reached in a purse she had and pulled out some lip gloss, starting to apply it. "And you two should break it off. Yeah."