Little Dipper

Movie Night

Ford stood in front of Wax Stan, looking it over again. He couldn't place it, but there was something...spooky about the thing. He could've sworn this thing was in a different pose last time he saw it. And it was on another side of the room. But, this was just wax, right? Mabel had crafted it.

"What's up?" Bill asked, walking into the living room stirring a mug of coffee.

"Bill...Dipper told me about those wax figures that came to life..." Ford glanced at him. "Is there any chance...or am I just losing my mind...that Wax Stan is ALSO coming to life at night?"

"It's possible. He WAS crafted from the remains of Wax Abraham Lincoln." Bill shrugged, sitting down in the armchair.

"...Great. And you're...fine with this?" Ford asked, looking at him fully.

"We've been living with a living paper-doll of Pine Tree, and it's the living wax statue of Stan that you're worried about? Wax Stan doesn't mean us any harm." Bill rolled his eye.

"Tyrone is harmless, I'm not sure WHAT this guy is capable of." Ford looked at Wax Stan again.

"He's capable of getting his head cut off and playing dead." Bill went back to stirring his coffee. "Now sit down and watch some late-night horror mysteries with me. There's a movie of The Masque of the Red Death and I hear it's good."

"Edgar Allan Poe? I personally liked The Cask of Amontillado, myself." Ford sat down next to him.

"You'll have to forgive me if I find that one a little too relatable." Bill said dryly as he picked up the remote.

–

"Bill, do you see the stars?" Dipper asked softly, looking up from inside the corn maze they were exploring. Technically they were supposed to be out before sunset, but they'd gotten lost in the maze. Stan had briefly lamented that Gideon had refused to come before putting Grenda on his shoulders to look around for the way out.

"Dipper, don't wander off." Mabel walked over to him. "Come back to the group."

"I think Bill's busy." Dipper said, pouting.

"Come on, Grenda says the exit is this way." Mabel led him along.

"Why did you guys have to insist on spending time in the attraction?" Stan sighed.

"We'll get out. And then we'll ruin it." Pacifica assured him.

"The stars sure are beautiful, though." Mabel commented.

"They are. Dipper, how many constellations can you name?" Candy asked him.

"Uhm....there's the Big Dipper...and the Little Dipper...and...I don't know." Dipper admitted. "I only know those two."

"There's Orion's Belt, Sirius, and...that's all I can name." Pacifica admitted. "We Northwests weren't required to know the heavens, just the wealthy."

"Your family is lame." Stan said, sticking his tongue out playfully.

"Well, not as much, lately. Between Gideon and Bill, dad's been more...lenient." Pacifica admitted.

"That's good." Stan reached out and rubbed her head gently. "He's not so bad when he's not being a pompous prick."

Pacifica nodded. "There's the exit!"

"Good. I am so ready to ruin this place. Everyone in the RV!" Stan led them over to the RV parked a bit aways from the attraction.

As soon as everyone was in, he released a jar of corn weevils and quickly headed back in. "Step on it, Soos!"

"You got it!" Soos drove off, leaving the now-ruined attraction behind – just like all the others.

–

"That...was...stupid." Bill turned off the TV. "Where the FUCK did the girl come from?! He didn't let ANYONE but nobility in before they sealed the doors, and that IDIOT just kept opening the damn doors?! Did they READ the fucking BOOK?!"

Ford chuckled. "Movie adaptations rarely do the book justice."

"You know what? Fuck this. Let's watch Narnia." Bill grabbed the TV guide and changed it to that channel.

"Ah, yes. The Christian allegory where Jesus is a lion." Ford hummed.

"Better than some dumbass opening supposedly welded shut doors to let people in and kill all but one girl. What if that one girl had the Red Death, huh? WHAT THEN?!" Bill threw his hands in the air. "Prince Prospero is NOT a fucking IDIOT!"

"He was to whoever directed that load of shit." Ford remarked, sitting back to watch The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe play. "I never did finish reading this book."

"I hear the movie's good. Maybe after this we'll pop in that DVD Shooting Star has with the wizards." Bill shrugged.

"Harvey Porter?" Ford asked.

"Harry Potter." Bill corrected him.

"Close enough." Ford shrugged.

"Don't let her hear you messing up the name of her favorite movie." Bill grinned.

"Wasn't that the one with the Washington vampires that sparkle in the sunlight?" Ford asked.

"Midnight?" Bill asked.

"No, I think it was Twilight." Ford shook his head.

"What about that werewolf book?" Bill asked. "The one Grenda and the other girls are ga-ga over."

"Wolfman Bare-chest? I don't think Mabel has read that one...has she? I heard it's not for children." Ford frowned. "Unless...standards have changed?"

"It's really not for kids. But, our girls think that they aren't kids anymore." Bill sighed heavily.

"Well, why do you let them read it?" Ford asked.

"If I tried to stop them, they'd be sneaky about it. The best I can do is ask them not to moan too loudly when Grendo's narrating the sex scenes." Bill shrugged. "The piano drowns it out pretty good."

"...Cosmos." Ford cringed.

"Yep." Bill nodded. "Cosmos."

Blendin poked his head into the room. "...Can I join you? I brought popcorn."

"Go ahead." Bill gestured to one of the other seats.

Blendin went in and sat down, handing over the popcorn to share. "I love the Chronicles of Narnia movies."

Bill grinned. "We better shut up and watch it, then."

Tyrone poked his head in. "...Can I watch?"

"Sure, come on in." Bill patted his lap.

Tyrone smiled and ran over, climbing up onto his lap.

"Is it okay for him to eat popcorn?" Ford asked.

"Yo, time stalker, is there butter in that?" Bill asked.

"I-I'm not a...oh, nevermind. No, there's no butter." Blendin sighed.

"Then, he'll be fine." Bill nodded to Ford.

"We should probably make another bowl, then." Ford remarked.

Bill snapped his fingers and a double appeared. Then it turned and went into the kitchen. "That's what doubles are for, my dear Sixer. Now watch the movie."

Ford awkwardly hid his face behind his coat collar, hoping Bill hadn't seen him blush when he'd said 'my dear Sixer'. It was a lot easier to admit to himself that Bill was attractive now that he was at least 85% sure that Bill wasn't going to betray them all in the end.