“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Prestan screamed at the sight of the Mystery Shack employees, along with Candy and Grenda, using his family pool. To top it all off, his daughter, Pacifica (wearing a pink one-piece suit and matching sunglasses), was on an inflatable raft, sharing a bottle of Pitt soda with Dipper Pines; one bottle, two straws. Every one of them in swimsuits.
“Pacifica Elise Northwest!” Preston bellowed, “What are these… these… COMMONERS doing in our family pool?!”
Pacifica lifts her sunglasses to look at her father.
“Well,” Pacifica starts, “Candy, Grenda, Mabel, and Soos seem to be playing Marco Polo,”
“Marco!” Soos calls out, his eyes closed, arms out, reaching aimlessly for one of his targets.
“POLO!” Candy, Mabel, and Grenda respond from three different directions.
“Wendy volunteered to be lifeguard,” Pacifica continues, pointing to the aforementioned teenager, sitting atop a lifeguard tower in a red, one-piece suit.
“Safety first… or something!” Wendy called out, raising her can of soda.
“Stan didn’t want to come, and Dipper here is keeping me company.” Pacifica finishes, putting a free arm around Dipper’s shoulders, pulling them close enough to touch their cheeks together, causing him to blush a little.
“I’m also making sure that Grenda doesn’t flip us over.” Dipper adds, looking over his shoulder, noticing Grenda trying to sneak up on them.
“Darn it!” Grenda slams her fists into the water, then swims away.
“As for what we’re doing here in the first place, she invited us.” Dipper continued.
“Well, just Dipper, at first,” Pacifica chimes in. “but it felt rude not to invite a few others.”
“The only reason my friends aren’t here is because Pacifica never met them!” Wendy calls out.
Pacifica shrugs, “Eh, baby steps.”
Dipper moves one of his hands to touch the one that is on his shoulder.
Preston’s face turns red. He reaches into his coat and pulls out the small bell.
“Pacifica,” He angrily demands, “You will this instant tell this riffraff to leave the pool immediately!"
"Hey!” Pacifica talked back, “It’s that kind of high-horse attitude that put the curse on our house in the first place! I’m trying to make friends with non-rich folks so we can actually have at least some genuine good blood in our family name! And if you think that that little bell is going to–!”
Pacifica immediately stops mid sentence, and angry look in her eyes.
“Hey, dad,” Pacifica says in a stern voice, “You wanna see a magic trick that Dipper taught me?”
-Northwest mansion garden.
“ABRACADABRA!!” Pacifica’s yell can be heard by the peacocks before the bell breaks through the window and lands in the garden, having been tossed out by the angry Pacifica. One of the peacocks takes the bell it its beak and makes a break for it.
Preston watches from the window in horror. “You dumb bird!” He calls out before running through the halls to find an appropriate exit, “Give me back that bell!”
-Northwest Manor Indoor pool.
Dipper and Pacifica both laugh in triumph over what Pacifica just did.
“Oh man!” Dipper Laughs, “That was pretty hardcore!”
“Says the guy who took on a phantom lumberjack?” Pacifica retorted, taking Dipper’s hand in hers. “But seriously, I might get disowned for that, so until then, what’s a fun pool game that non-rich people play?”
Dipper gets an innocently sly grin. “Have you ever heard of chicken?”
Michael Squints Palledorous walked a little taller that day. And we had to tip our hats to him. He was lucky she hadn’t beat the *crap* out of him. We wouldn’t have blamed her. What he’d done was sneaky, rotten, and low… and cool. Not another one among us would have ever in a million years even for a million dollars have the guts to put the move on the lifeguard. He did. He had kissed a woman. And he had kissed her long and good. We got banned from the pool forever that day. But every time we walked by after that, the lifeguard looked down from her tower, right over at Squints, and smiled.