In a single night, Mabel had
managed to tell pretty much the entire populace of Gravity Falls that there was
going to be a “Christmas in July” party that Friday at the Mystery Shack, all before
she had even made posters. Of course
that had been remedied surprisingly quickly even for Dipper’s painfully
artistic twin sister. Grunkle Stan had
been hesitant to say the least to “invite anyone willing to drink something
called ‘frozen hot chocolate’” until he tried a mug. Then he organized the advertising for the
party, himself, charging twenty bucks a pop for tickets and fifteen for a mug
of Mabel’s Famous Frozen Hot Chocolate.
And so that was how Mabel, Candy,
Grenda, Dipper, and Wendy were spending the afternoon shift – wearing
Christmas-themed sweaters, walking around town with a pile of flyers and a
Mabel held a poster up against a
tree. “Wendy, over here!”
The redhead shrugged and walked
over, punching a few staples into the bark and pretending to examine it so she
wouldn’t turn around when Dipper walked past her. She kept her voice casual, turning only when
she heard his footsteps a few feet ahead of her. “Soooo, whatcha got in mind for this summer
Christmas party, Mabes?” she called.
“Oh, the works!!” Mabel enthused,
dancing ahead of her friends. “All the
hot chocolate, all the games, all the mistletoe –!”
“All the BOYS!” Grenda roared,
throwing her fists up in victory.
“Will there be expired grape juice?”
Candy asked in that halting way of hers, smiling cheekily.
“ALL THE GRAPE JUICE!!”
“YEAH! Eighties-movie-credits high five!”
All three girls slapped a high
five and froze just like that, standing on one foot with their grins wide and
eyes askew; Wendy raised her brows, but Dipper just kept walking. “Eh, they’ll be like that for a while,” the
He gave her a little smile. “We should probably keep going.”