Who Falls

The Case of Northwest Noir

"Preston, I must say, the guest list for this year's party has so much diversity!" Priscilla Northwest, the wife of Preston Northwest, announced.

"Yes, a nice mix of millionaires and billionaires-Put the oyster fork at an angle! We're not animals, man!" ordered the one and only head of the Northwest Manor.

"Now where the devil is—?" Priscilla turns to doorway, sees Pacifica in a lake foam green dress. "Pacifica! What did I tell you about that dress? The theme is sea foam green, not lake foam green! Go change!"

Pacifica stammers, "But, I-I I kinda like it."

"Mind your mother, Pacifica."

"But-"

Suddenly Preston rings a bell. "Yes, father." She scurries off with bit of hesitation.

The ground begins to shake, while at the table, plates and utensils clatter. The Northwests and their staff stare and gasp.

"Oh no! NOT NOW! It's... happening!"

Furniture and dinnerware fly at the unfortunate individuals present, while everyone either ducks or hides underneath tables.

"You are my possessions, bedknobs and broomsticks! Obey me!" Preston shouted.

More things fly at Preston. He screams and ducks underneath the table.

"This is a disaster! This black haunting, or whatever is the worst kind! The party's in just 24 hours!"

Preston rubs off his aching head, "Surely there's someone who can handle this sort of nonsense...!"

He then looks at a newspaper and cuts beneath the headline to a picture of the Pines twins with the Doctor confronting a monster from Sheriff Blubs' and Deputy Durland's patrol car.

"And I think I know just the people..."

Meanwhile...

"I have to say, the hunt was pretty tough than it was expected-owch!" The Doctor held his once-been broken wrist from a certain adventure. He then shook his hand out to make sure it is fine. "Rather to clean up some Dryads, or be trapped in a coloring book!"

Mabel grins, "Well at least, Blubs and Durland are happy that the bat isn't going to bother them anymore!

"We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news!"

Mabel suddenly umps into armchair beside Dipper, who as usual, is writing in his founded mysterious journal.

"It's starting!"

Candy, a friend of Mabel, jumps to Dipper's side. "Turn it up!"

Grenda bursts in, "Make room for Grenda!"

On the TV screen, Toby Determined is outside the Northwest Manor.

"Well tonight's the night, but I've been out here for days! The Northwest family's annual high-society-shindig-ball-soiree is here! And even though common folk aren't let in, that doesn't stop us from camping out for a peek at the fanciness!"

"Oooooooooh!"

Dipper scoffs from his writing, "Okay, can someone please explain why people care about this?"

"It's pretty much the best party of all time. Rich food, richer boys!"

"They say each gift basket has a live quail inside!"

Candy paws at TV screen, "Give me your life, Pacifica."

"Guys, in case you've already forgotten, Pacifica Northwest is the worst!"