Gravity Falls In Paris

The Ball

Dipper's Point Of View
It was almost time for the ball and I was ready.
I've never been to a ball before or be the host. This is exciting.
I was in my room fixing my suit.
Ugghh. I hate formal dances. The only time I wear suits is on a special occasion. Bella told me the ball is every year, so not really special.
I was interupted in my thoughts when Bella came in.
"Bonjor. Everyone is heading in the ball room." I smiled and went over to her. She kissed me on the cheek.
"I can't wait for the danse spéciale."
(Special dance.)
"Our danse spéciale." I said.
Not the special dance. Our special dance. And they say Americans use grammar poorly.
Bella nodded.
"Exactly. Our danse spéciale. Now c'mon let's go to the piste de dance."
(Dance floor)
We both went down together to the dance floor.
Now it sounds like the 70s. Grunkle Stan told Mabel and I it wasn't as bad as the 80s. Ok. Back to the party.
Tyrone's Point Of View
Josh let us off while he tried to find a spot.
Good luck with that. There are at least 5,000 people who come to the party. Not including everyone at the White House. Yes. Me and Obama go golfing on weekends, it's not weird.
The three of us ran up to the front only to be stopped by my guard. 6ft tall and muscle built body. Once even in a few boxing rounds and broke the other guy's nose.
We had to do a background check on all my servents and guards.
Pacifica was the first to speak.
"Excuse us but we need to get in."
"Sorry lady. No more room." Mabel cut in.
"Listen Mr-" I cut her off.
"Mabel it's Mrs." She looked up at her, then back at me.
"That's a lady?" I put my hand on my face.
Well now it's my turn.
I walked up to Kim, the girl body guard.
"Bonjor Kimberly. "
"Bonjor."
"maintenant, je pense que tu devrais laisse moi et mes amis dans ma balle maintenant.
(Now, I think you should let me and my friends in my ball now.)
"ou je vais obtenir père et il vous obtiendra,
(Or I will get father and he will get you.)
"une nouvelle emploi dans Groenland
la vente de crème glacée."
(A new job in Greenland selling ice cream.)
Kim was nervous.
"je ne peux pas revenir en arrière Là. personne ne veut crème glacée dans Groenland! il fait trop froid Là!
(I can't go back there. No one wants ice cream in Greenland! It's too cold there)
"ce con veut crème glacée dans Groenland!?"
(Who wants ice cream in Greenland!?)
I grinned.
"alors il vaut mieux laissez-moi, prince Tyler, mes amis dans maintenant."
(Then you better let me, Prince Tyler, and my friends in now.)
She looked at me funny. Then shrugged it off.
"mon erreur prince Tyler."
(My mistake Prince Tyler.)
She stepped aside and let us by.
"Je vous remercie Kimberly."
(Thank you Kimberly.)
We all walked in. Mabel stopped me.
"What did you say to her?" I smiled.
"I just threatened her job if she didn't let us in." Mabel frowned.
"Note to myself: Don't get on your bad side." Pacifica cutted in.
"Guy's c'mon. We need to get Dipper." I led them all to the ball.
Dipper's Point Of View
Bella had already walked in to the ball. I had to wait for my name to be called.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Give a big Bonjor to Prince Tyler. The next king of France." The announcer said.
Here goes nothing.
As I walked out everyone clapped for me. As I was walking down I saw some people running in.
Pacifica, Mabel, and Tyrone!
I smiled awkardly and walked down the stairs. Waiting there was Bella.
I have to distract her and go to the others.
"Tyler you were génial up there."
(Great.)
She kissed me on the cheek. I was confused.
"All I did was walk down the stairs while smiling." She nodded.
"A prince is supposed to be proper and you sure were génial." I shrugged it off.
French people are weird. Especially royal ones. Well someone who is dating the one that is royal. Ok Dipper distraction time.
I kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm going to get us something to drink. You stay beau."
(Beautiful.)
I kissed her hand and quickly walked to where I seen my friends.
Tyrone's Point Of View
We got to the ball room and we heard the announcer call him.
I like the announcer he always gets the crowd cheering for me. Not now Tyrone! Stay focus.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Give a big Bonjor to Prince Tyler. The next king of France." Everyone clapped and cheered.
"Hurry guys." Pacifica said and we ran over to Dipper. He must have seen us because he gave us an awkard smile. I couldn't see him anymore because of all the people in front of us.
"Where is he?" Mabel asked.
"When I usually do this, my girlfriend would be waiting at the bottom of the staircase for me-" Pacifica grabbed my arm.
"Great! Let's go!"
What is it with women tugging at men like this? I am not a dog! I'm a prince! The sooner we get Dipper the sooner I become prince Tyler. The next king of France. Oh yeah. I like the sound of it. It has a nice ring to it.