Plans~

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The day seemed pretty normal when Dipper woke up. Bill was there as he said with his normal shit-eating grin, his hat was in its rightful place on the nightstand, and Mabel's bed was empty and covered with yarn. It was eleven in the morning, which explained why Mabel wasn't still sleeping and why Dipper was awake. Dipper rubbed his eyes, and then attempted to smile at Bill. "Hey, what's up with you? You look happier than usual."

Bill giggled. "Oh, nothing really, I have a surprise for a certain Pine Tree today, and I'm sure he will be astonished."

"What'll it be this time, Bill?" Dipper questioned, climbing out of bed and puling on his hat. "Another screaming head?."

Bill pulled the boy close, grin still intact. "Never, dear, I'm not out to scare you. This is a big surprise, and I'm not going to promise you'll like it, but it's a big change. That's all I'm going to give you."

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Fine. When do I get to know?"

"Once you get ready, dress formal, get your sister; tell her to get ready, formal as well, then I will take you and Shooting Star to where the surprise is."

Dipper sighed. Too much work to do, but he was sure it'd be worth it, right? "Okay, I'll go get Mabel and tell her to get ready."

"Good Pine Tree," Bill cooed, patting Dipper on the head.

"I'm not a dog, Bill."

Bill giggled once more, kissing Dipper sweetly. "I'll see you later~!"

As Bill vanished from sight, Dipper went downstairs to get Mabel. Today was going to be a long day.

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Dipper and Mabel sat outside, sighing blissfully as a nice cool breeze ran over their skin. It was hot as hell out there, and a bit of wind was a rare find. Mabel smiled her finally braces-free smile, wearing a yellow sundress that seemed to speak to her for some reason, although she'd never really liked the dress before until now. A cluster of star-shaped hairclips danced about in her mass of dark brown hair, and as always, glitter shined on individual strands as well. Dipper decided to wear a simple black dress shirt (long sleeved, to his dismay), a yellow tie, and black slacks. His hat seemed out of place with the outfit, but he didn't really feel like himself without it. "So, Dip, what do you think it's gonna be?"

Dipper shrugged, twirling around the old triangle ring on his finger. "I dunno. Bill's a mystery himself, so I can't really tell you. I'm actually curious, but, Bill being Bill, didn't tell me anything but to get us both ready and for us to wait."

"Maybe he doesn't like our outfits?" Mabel suggested, kneeling down to pick a flower.

"Don't be silly, Shooting Star! You two look great, and if I must say, I thank you for wearing my favorite colors, I'm touched!" Bill shouted, standing behind the two. He wore a gold tailcoat, the tails dragging on the ground; knee high pitch black boots, a dress shirt and bowtie, and fingerless black gloves. Instead of an eyepatch, he wore a triangle shaped monocle with a yellow lens. His hair was styled out of his face, however, it still seemed soft and a few hairs had fallen down, a sight that brought the blood rushing to his face. Well, well, well, Pine Tree, don't you look cute? I'm pleased you actually dressed the way I asked you to."

Dipper stared at his feet and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Let's just go already."

"Whatever you say, Pine Tree~!"

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The place was magnificent. High ceilings, bright chandeliers, and stunning furniture - it was quite the surprise this wasn't related to the Northwest's - or that it had a place in rustic Gravity Falls. Dipper couldn't help but ask, "whose place is this?"

"Mine," Bill said coolly, as if this was nothing. Almost there, soon this place would be theirs as well.

"Yours? How did you even make this? I thought you worked with things that aren't real."

Bill rolled his eyes. "Just because I specialize in things that aren't real doesn't mean I don't do things that are real," he explained, intertwining his fingers with Dipper's.

"He has a fair point there," Mabel said, nodding her head.

"So why did you make us dress formal?''

Bill did his best to hold in a laugh. "That's where things get interesting~..."