Meanwhile, back in the shack, Stan had brought in an old record player. He placed it on the table, in front of Dipper and Bill.

"You see, music has subliminal mind control hidden in it all the time," Stan explained. "If you want to hear the messages, you got to slow down the record."

Dipper looked down at the record player. "Stan, thanks for the help, but--"

"Don't mention it, now hand me that LP," Stan said, before grabbing the CD from his nephew.

Stan then put in the record player, however, once he turned it on, it only scratched the CD, discharging little sparks of electricity.

"Oh right," Stan realized. "I'm in the wrong generation."

He turned off the record player, on the same time when the front door opened. Mabel, Candy, and Grenda stepped inside, dragging in a large sports bag.

"Hey there, Shooting Star," Bill greeted. "What's in the bag?"

Sweat beaded down Mabel's brow. "Er...Money! Money we stole!"

"We are criminals, we will cut you!" Candy added.

Stan and Dipper looked at them questioningly, while Bill had a neutral expression. "Still sounds less boring than what I'm doing now," He said. "Can I join?"

"Sorry, no witnesses!" Mabel said, quickly. "C'mon girls, let's go away from here now!"

So, the three climbed upstairs, dragging the bag with them. For a moment, Bill thought he heard muffled noises coming from inside the package, but he dismissed it as his own imagination. Meanwhile upstairs, the three had finally reached the attic. They opened the door, to see Will sitting on his bed.

Will looked up at them with a smile. "Hey guys, how was the concert?"

"Uh, it was great," Mabel started, awkwardly. "We even brought back some souvenirs."

"Ooh, what did you get?" Will asked, curiously. "A keychain? A autographed poster?"

"It's better if we show you," Mabel said, then nodded towards her friends.

Candy and Grenda nodded back, and unzipped the bag. They turned it over, and the members of Sev'ral Timez fell out onto the floor.

"Waddup'," Deep Chris said.

Will stared for a couple of seconds, before screaming loudly. Mabel quickly moved forward, and placed a hand over his mouth.

"Sshhh, it's alright," Mabel reassured.

Will pried her hand off. "You kidnapped the band?!"

"We had to!" She insisted. "They're really clones genetically engineered, and were forced to live in a hamster cage by their producer."

"I didn't understand half of what you just said," Will noted.

"She's telling the truth, dawg," Chubby Z told him. "Mabel saved us from Mr Bratsman, so we could finally be free."

"Speaking of which, when do we get to go outside?" Deep Chris asked. "I wanna cavort like a woodland creature!"

"Guys, it's way too early for that," Mabel noted. "We don't know if Mr Bratsman is still looking for you, it's better if we keep you here until we make sure it's safe."

"Wait a minute, Mabel," Will said, quickly. "Are you serious?"

"It'll only be a short while," She promised. "Please, can they stay here?"

"Bill will be furious if he finds out, and I promised not to lie to him."

"It's only this one time," Mabel insisted. "Please! Can you do this thing for me?"

Will's gaze darted between her and the boy band. His brow creased in thought, then he said in defeat. "OK, they can stay. But you have to promise not to get too attached...Mabel, what are you doing?"

Mabel and Sev'ral Timez were braiding their hair, in a train like position. "All aboard the braid train. Braid! Braid!" She beamed.

Will looked at her worriedly.

"What?" Mabel asked.

Will was about to speak, when Bill's voice came from behind the door.

"Hey Will, I'm coming in," He said. "You better not be doing anything weird."

"Hide!" Mabel told the boy band.

In a panic frenzy, the band leaped under Bill's bed. Will quickly covered their feet with a blanket, just when the blond came in.

As though the Guardian and her friends were invisible, Bill approached Will. "Hey, I was meaning to talk to you about something," He said, seriously.

Will leaned against the bed, hoping to hide the obvious bump in the mattress. "Can we talk later?"

Bill frowned, and Will was suddenly worried. The blond looked rather agitated.

"Is there something wrong?" Will asked.

Bill nodded quickly. "Yeah, I just have to show you something."

And to Will's horror, Bill tried to reach for his mattress. Immediately, the blue haired boy blocked him. The blond blinked.

"What are you doing?"

"Stretching," Will lied.

Bill regarded him in confusion, and Mabel quickly intervened. "Yeah, we were just in the middle of a yoga exercise, wanna join?" She smiled.

"What I want, is to speak to Will alone," Bill remarked.

"That won't be happening," Candy said. "You can still do some exercises with us."

"And I'll coach ya, I even have the sergeant voice for it" Grenda beamed, then cleared her throat. "Drop and give me 50, maggot!"

Bill looked at her for a while, before turning around. "OK, I'm leaving," He said, reaching the door. "I'll talk to you later, Will."

After he left, Will heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately felt guilty. Meanwhile, Mabel was helping Sev'ral Timez out from under the bed.

"Thanks, Mabel," Greggy C said, gratefully.

"Sorry about the inconvenience, guys," Mabel said.

"No worries, I even found some food under there," Creggy G said, holding up a piece of lint.

"That's lint," Will told him.

"I dunno what that is, but it sounds delicious," He replied, then stuffed the lint into his mouth, before immediately gagging.

❇❇❇

The next morning, Bill was sitting by the living room table, a steaming cup of coffee beside him. Dipper was there with him, pacing around, with a record in his hands.

"OK, I finally converted this CD into a record," Dipper said.

Bill yawned. "I couldn't care less."

He was about to sip his coffee, when Stan walked into the room. The Day Guardian was carrying in his record player.

"Here you go," Stan smiled, placing the object on the table.

"Thanks, Grunkle Stan," Dipper said. "Now, we can finally slow it down and see if my theory is correct."

"Yes!" The Day Guardian said, before snatching Bill's cup of coffee.

"Hey!" Bill snapped.

"Sorry kid, I'm confiscating your coffee for spit-take purposes," Stan explained, before staking a sip from the beverage.

"Prepare yourselves," Dipper said. He put the record in the player, and slowed down the song. Yet, after a few seconds of listening, nothing stood out.

"Hmm," Stan said, swallowing the drink. "That's not spit-take worthy! What gives?"

"I told you, Pine Tree, there's nothing wrong with it," Bill told him.

Dipper bowed his head, crestfallen. "Ugh, I can't believe I wasted time on this. Wendy probably just likes the song...she just likes Robbie."

Bill glanced at him, having the urge to comfort him, but too afraid to. He was thinking about what to say, when two figures stepped into the living room. It was Wendy and Robbie.

"Hey guys," Wendy smiled, a strange gleam in her eyes. "I think I forgot my axe here...Oh, there it is!" She walked forward, and reached under the table, pulling out her weapon.

"Where are you heading?" Bill asked.

"We're going to Lookout Point, again," Robbie answered, giving him a cold look. "Not that it's any of your business."

"Are you ready to go?" Wendy asked him.

"Of course," The Cupid said.

With that, the redheaded Guardian left the living room, while Robbie stayed behind for a few seconds. "Catch you on the rewind, dorks," He sneered at the three, before leaving.

"I'll rewind your face!" Stan shouted.

Dipper blinked, and Bill looked at him curiously. "Pine Tree?"

"That's it," Dipper breathed. "Rewind!"

Quickly, the male brunette pressed a finger on the record, and played it backwards. A distorted voice emitted from it.

"You are now under my control. Your mind is mine."

Stan spat coffee all over the table. "Now, that's spit-take worthy!"

Bill's eyes widened. "So, it really was mind control. We have to warn Red!"

Dipper nodded, standing up from the table, wearing a headstrong face. "And we have to do it as soon as possible."

❇❇❇

Will was watching TV, feeling exhausted. Mabel and her friends, had spent a majority of the time hanging out with the boy band. Will was happy for them, but it was getting pretty tiring trying to hide them in every space in the shack he could find. Luckily, Bill and Dipper left abruptly, so Will could allow himself a break.

"Hey, Will."

He turned, seeing Grenda and Candy climbing downstairs. Will waved at them. "Hey guys, where's Mabel?"

"She's probably babysitting the boys again," Candy said.

Will furrowed his brow. "I hope she's not getting attached."

"Maybe, a little," Grenda admitted. "But at the same time, her latest crush just got married to a sea cow, so it's kinda expected."

"As long, as she'll be able to let them go in the end," Will said.

A moment later, Mabel entered with a bright smile on her face. "I finally got them to sleep. Poor Leggy P, tried to eat the tape dispenser."

"Again?" Will sighed.

Just then, a news report popped on TV, and the four turned their attention to the screen. It showed Shandra, the reporter.

"The music industry is shaken today, as boy band king, Ergman Bratsman is arrested for not attending jury duty multiple times."

The screen showed, Bratsman being pinned against a police car by two officers.

"This is unfair!" He shouted. "I didn't know jury duty applied to rich people, also!"

"Tell that to the judge," Officer Blubs remarked, putting handcuffs on him.

The screen cut back to Shandra. "He is now in county jail, awaiting trial."

"This means the boys are free!" Grenda beamed.

Mabel laughed nervously. "Yeah..."

"We have to tell them," Candy said, excitingly.

The two ran upstairs, with Will following them. They almost reached the attic, when Mabel sprinted past them, and stood in their way.

"Not so fast!" She snapped.

The three paused, and stared at her. "Mabel, what are you doing?" Will asked.

"Yeah, their producer is gone," Grenda pointed out. "We have to tell the boys."

"Let's not get too hasty," Mabel insisted. "How about we don't tell the boys, and they can stay here with me--I mean, us."

"They can't stay here forever, Mabel," Will told her.

"But, I love them!"

"If you loved them, you'd set them free," Candy countered.

"Never! I can't lose another boy in my life," The Guardian said, desperately.

Candy narrowed her eyes, and charged forward. "Candy Attack!"

She collided with her friend, and they ended crashing into the door, causing it to spring open. They fell to the floor, startling the boy band.

"Guys, Mr Bratsman is arrested!" Will told them. "You're free!"

"Hurry up, and get out of here!" Candy said, struggling to pin Mabel down.

"Is this true, Mabel dawg?" Deep Chris asked.

"No, they're lying!" Mabel shouted. "Mr Bratsman is still out there! You have to stay here, probably forever!"

"Don't listen to her!" Will insisted.

"Mabel would never lie to us," Chubby Z said, defiantly. "She puts pizza in our food pallets. She's a'ight"

"She is not a'ight, Chubby Z!" Grenda snapped.

Mabel pushed Candy off, and stood in front of the boy band. "Sev'ral Timez!"

"Yes, Mabel girl?" They said.

"Remove these three from the premises," She said, pointing to the Raven Warriors and the boy.

Immediately, Sev'ral Timez stalked closer to the three, humming and snapping their fingers, and forcing them backwards.

"Oh no, they're aggressively dancing at us!" Candy gasped.

"This is somehow terrifying!" Will said.

"Mabel's gone mad with power! Don't listen to her!" Grenda yelled, before they were shoved outside, and the door slammed shut in front of their faces. Grenda shouted from the other side. "Call me, Deep Chris!"

Mabel breathed in relief. "Thanks for that. Now, let's get aboard the braid train."

"Things just got pretty intense, Mabel girl," Chubby Z pointed out. "Maybe, we should chill for a--"

"I said, let's get aboard the braid train!" Mabel snapped. The boy band looked at each other, worried.

❇❇❇

Meanwhile, Bill and Dipper had finally arrived at Lookout Point. The place was empty, and the two looked around furiously.

"Where are they?" Dipper fretted, clutching a recorder tape.

Bill looked both ways, and finally spotted two figures in the center. "There!"

Quickly, he ran towards them, with Dipper in tow. Robbie and Wendy looked out into the distance, and didn't even turn around when Dipper and Bill paused before them.

"Red, we have to tell you something!" Bill gasped.

Dipper held up the recorder. "Robbie mindcontrolled you! Here's proof."

Wendy remained unresponsive, and the two looked at her in confusion.

"Red, didn't you hear us?" Bill snapped, then reached forward and turned her around. "Seriously, what--"

He stopped short, as he looked into Wendy's eyes. They were no longer the calming green he was familiar with, but were glowing yellow orbs. Bill turned to Robbie, and realized his eyes were the same.

Dipper stared in horror. "What's happening here...?"

"Yes, our Masters will be most pleased," Robbie hissed, his voice robotic. "Once we retrieve their brother...and a Guardian's corpse."

"What is wrong with you two?" Dipper demanded. "Snap out of it!"

"I'm sorry, guys," Wendy said, in a voice that didn't belong to her. "What Jill says, goes."

Bill's eyes widened. "Jill...Oh no."

Before the two could comprehend this madness, the two Guardians before them, took out their weapons, and charged.