Mabel's POV

I woke up to the smell of bacon and people talking. As I got up I saw Pacifica cooking and talking to Dipper.

"I really don't get it!" Dipper said.

"It's fine I've had years of practice. You take a break and watch." Pacifica then cracked four eggs perfectly.

"Good morning Dipper and Pacifica." I said going to the kitchen.

"Hey Mabel." Dipper said.

"Hi Mabel!" Pacifica wiped her hands off and hugged me. "I'm cooking breakfast you want to help?" I could tell Pacifica was in a really good mood.

"Sure! I'd like to tell you I'm a beginner though." I smiled.

"The more practice the better!"

A couple minutes later Stan came and yelled, "Who made bacon?!?! Give me the bacon!!!"

"Pacifica made bacon!" I said pointing at Pacifica as she finished up the pancakes.

"Oh I'm already liking you! You can be our chef!" Stan said grabbing a plate and shoveling bacon and pancakes on to his plate.

Pacifica looked sad or mad for a second but then quickly smiled. "Thank you for your kindness!"

"Kids I have great news!" Stan yelled.

"AH!! Stan why?!?!" Dipper had gotten startled by Stan then slipped and fell straight on his butt.

"BAHAHAHA!!!!" Pacifica and I laughed. Well actually Pacifica giggled like this, "Tehehe."

"Dipper get off your butt, literally and listen!" Stan yelled.

"Okay so we are all, and by all I mean Wendy, Soos, Me, Ford, Candy, Grenda, and you three kids are going camping. But of course me and Ford," It's Ford and I...grammar Stanly. "will be separated and you kids will be by your selfs!" Stan said.