"I'm sorry," Ferdinand said for the umpteenth time. "I didn't stop it in time and I'm sorry?"

"Don't you see, Ferdinand," she said with a forced smile. "It shouldn't have happened in the first place! Now I have my son going around acting like a bendejo! When this is over, I'm taking Atlántico over to Yesenia so he can be around good influences."

"His cousins are not good influences!" Why is he yelling? Does he have a death wish?!

"His primos are perfect! Unlike your family! My family is full of heart and trust! We care about each other and we marry for love! You think I don't notice how your aunts look! They come crying to me when they find out that their husbands have cheated on them with yet another woman! Your family is full of crazy white idiots that care about nothing but power! I don't need my mijo being around people like that!"

Ferdinand couldn't had no room to talk on that. He was sure that his father had had some affairs. It wasn't everyday he had to shut the door on a half-sibling, but it was often. "Ok, I see your point. But Yesenia? You know she hates me."

"Well I guess that's the one thing we have in common," she said so calmly it made him want to scream.

He knew that she had problems with her sister. She and her sister never really got along and Abigail never knew why. She loved her sister so much, but Yesenia only ever insulted her on what she did. It was the last straw when she said it was a mistake to marry him. Abigail cut all contact with her sister except for every other Christmas, when Señor Herald wanted both his daughters with him. He never liked Yesenia. He always hated the way she treated Abigail. If she went to Yesenia, he would never see her again. "Abigail," he tried as she started packing her bags. They were leaving after the Gentleman contest. "Abigail, please talk to me." She didn't even look at him. He sighed and walked out the room. She just needed some time to cool down.

Atlántico looked in the mirror. He wore a complete white tux with white shoes and a golden tie. The maids had informed him that Pacifica would be wearing something gold. He needed to win to please his father. White and gold made a perfect combination.*

There was a knock on the door and then he heard someone say, "It's time." He straightened his tie and followed the butler.

"Today is a day only history knew would come," Shandra Jimenez said into the camera. "Twelve year old Atlántico Southwest has challenged Dipper Pines to a Gentleman contest. This marks as an important day for there hasn't been a Gentleman Contest in over 100 years. As you can see, everyone is surrounding the Northwest Mansion hoping to get even a glimpse of this rare event. This is Shandra Jimenez reporting to you live."

Preston watched as the gates opened, letting all the townsfolk in. He shuddered but let the servants proceed their duties. It was a requirement of a Gentleman Contest that everyone watch. Everyone was handed a voter and would vote who did each challenge best. "Ladies and gentlemen!" He announced once everyone was inside. "Today strikes a hundred and fifty years since there was a Gentleman Contest. And today, my daughter's suitor has challenged her acquaintance to one! Now I present to you the Lady Pacifica Northwest!"

The crowd cheered loudly as Pacifica came out of the northwest wing.

Pacifica looked at everyone here. Hardly anyone was wealthy and it made her wonder just what her father was trying to prove. There were more poor people than rich people in this world. Poverty wanted a chance at winning, and they were going to get it today. She loved how everyone was awing her dress. It was a family heirloom passed on from daughter to daughter, always getting modified every year to fit the daughter should she choose to wear it at any age. The dress was ball gown dress, losing the sleeves in the 2000's, and becoming a strapless one. It was golden and made from butterfly silk. And it glowed when the sun hit it just right, shining on the golden specks. Her mother had explained to her very young that it wasn't glitter, but shredded gold.

"And now, Sir Atlántico!" Atlántico walked out all tux and glory and everything. Some people cheered and Pacifica was happy for it. It meant he had only a few fans.

"And Dipper Pin-" Her father started, but Mabel snatched the microphone out of his hands.

"AND DIPPER PINES!" She yelled in a game-show-host voice. Almost everyone started cheering when Dipper came out. Pacifica could only stare. He had on a pure golden tux that shined when the sun hit him just right.

Dipper liked his tux. The fairies did an amazing job of dressing him. They even told him stories about when Pacifica used to visit. And they told him not to tell anyone what the tux was made of. It was made of fairy silk and covered in fairy dust. "Because we don't have shredded gold," they had said. Whatever that meant. But then he saw Pacifica and knew exactly why they chose this tux. They matched perfectly. He saw Atlántico wearing a golden tie and almost laughed. Not even he could beat him. Pacifica was going to be his and he would be hers. And Atlántico… Well, he didn't know what Atlántico wanted. He pretended that he wanted Pacifica but Dipper knew he liked Mabel. What was his problem?

"Dress to impress!" Mabel yelled. The numbers were growing on the giant TV under each name. Finally, the Numbers stopped. "And the winner of this challenge is Dipper Pines!" Everyone cheered.

Preston took back his microphone. "Next challenge."

They had an hour to get their gift for Pacifica. "What are you gonna get her?! What are you gonna get her!? We don't have money for expensive gifts! I already mail ordered those human sized Hamster Balls!" Mabel was pacing around the Dipper's dressing room.

Dipper looked out the window. It was his solace. "Maybe we should ask the Fairies?"

"No, I'm supposed to be helping you." Mabel paced some more. She tried to think what Dipper could get her that didn't cost much money.

Dipper looked out the window again and put his hands in his pocket. He felt something in it and pulled it out. It was the necklace he had given Pacifica that morning. She gave it back to him before she left. And he knew why. He turned to Mabel with a smile. "Mabel." She snapped out of her trance to look at him. "I got it." He held up the necklace and Mabel smiled in glee.

Atlantico handed her golden shoes. "These shoes cost 100,000 dollars and were specifically made for you!" He announced. "They are meant to be worn on our date when I win this contest."

A lot of billionaires clapped for him stating how confident he was.

It was now Dipper's turn. He went up to Pacifica and got down on one knee. Everyone gasped, even Pacifica. Why was he on his knees? "I may not be able to get you golden shoes, or a private jet, or whatever the heck he has, I don't know, domestic polar bears?" He shook away his thoughts. "But what I can give you is my heart." He pulled the necklace out of his pocket and she gladly accepted it. Everyone started "awe"ing.

Preston was about to speak before Mabel snatched the microphone from his hands again. "Get the girl a gift! And the winner of this challenge is…" She looked at the TV. The numbers finally stopped. She smiled. "Again! Dipper Pines!" Everyone started cheering. Well, almost everyone. The rich people clapped reluctantly.

Preston snatched back the microphone. "Next challenge!"

Dipper didn't know how to dance and Mabel knew this. They weren't the type for classical dancing. They were doomed. "How are we going to do this? I don't know how we're going to do this! You're going to lose to Atlantico and lose the love of your life!"

"Ok," Dipper yelled, holding his hands up in surrender. "Why don't we just calm down here?"

"We don't know how to dance! Well, I know how to dance, but its party dancing!"

"Mabel!" Dipper said, stopping her pacing. "It's alright." He looked her in the eye. "I got this." Mabel just had to trust him.

And she did.

Atlantico was done doing the waltz with Pacifica. She had always thought that the waltz was a beautiful dance, but now that she had to do it in front of everyone, it was just boring. They were only stepping and turning.

Finally, it was Dipper's turn. He held out a hand and she took it. Mabel started playing some music in the background. And Dipper twirled her and dipped her. He started doing the tango. Mabel looked at him in awe. How did he know how to do that?! It was amazing!

Pacifica was thinking the same. "How did you learn to dance like this?" She was taught to dance any dance, so it wasn't all that hard to follow along.

"Well," he started. "In third grade, I sort of had a crush on this Hispanic girl. So I begged my parents to let me take dance classes. Turns out she wasn't for me though. So I moved on, but the dance moves stayed. Get ready for the dip," he warned.

Mabel was looking at the TVs. The numbers were growing and guess who won. Mabel didn't have to take the microphone. Preston was already saying it in vain. "The winner of this challenge is Dipper Pines!"

It was getting dark out when both he and Atlantico stood before Preston and his daughter. "The last challenge wins you my daughter's hand. Even if you have lost all the other challenges." Dipper noticed that Atlantico cringed. So even if Dipper won all the other challenges, he would lose Pacifica if he lost this one. So he wouldn't lose. He waited for the challenge to be said. "You must bring my daughter a flower. A flower so beautiful that it would make people faint." He held up a bell. Dipper watched Pacifica glare at him as he rang it. "Let the challenge begin!"

Atlantico ran. Dipper didn't know where and he didn't care. How was Dipper supposed to find a flower so beautiful it would make people faint? He ran past everyone, only looking back to wave bye to Pacifica. Most of the people around him awed at the sight. As soon as everyone was out of sight, he pulled out the book and searched through the exotic plant sections. There were leaves and shrubs and fruits but no flowers. He then landed on the page with the strelitzia. The bird of paradise. He sighed. He knew what he had to do. He ran so fast that he didn't notice two figures following him.

He kept the book open as he ran to the flower. There were so many twists and turns it would be easy to get lost. He looked up from the book once more and there it was. The Bird of Paradise. He could end the wishes now and get Pacifica that flower. Dipper bent down to rip it out of the ground, but, before he could even touch it, he was attacked. Struggling to get out of the attackers grip, he saw a flash of white. A white Tux. "Atlantico!" He yelled.

"Not necessarily," said a perfect voice.

Dipper gasped. "Alexander."

"Too correct, love rival!"

"For the last time, dude! She's my sister," he yelled, elbowing him in the stomach. Great, just what he needed. Another freaking Gideon! After Alex went to hold his hurting stomach, Dipper dived for the flower. He didn't plan on Alex grabbing his foot and him falling on his face, the side of his head hitting a nearby rock. "Ugh," he groaned.

Alex stoop up and wiped off his white suit. He then brought out a pair of white scissors. "Now Mabel and I can be together forever." He started walking towards the flower.

Dipper couldn't let that happen. If Alex cut it, all the wishes would remain but no wishes could be made. He tried to get up, but he was too weak. That's when someone came and tackled Alex down. That someone had long, brown hair and sweater. Mabel was trying to get the scissors out of his hands. "Don't hurt my brother, you buttface!"

"Ma-ugh! Mabel," he said, trying to break free of her. "I'm only doing this so that he can't stop our love!"

"I don't love you! You don't exist! You're just a figment of my imagination!"

Alex got furious at those words and pushed her off of him, hard. Her head landed on the hard, solid earth. Alex stood up, the scissors still in his hand. "If I can't have you, then no one can."

He was so busy fighting Mabel off, he didn't notice that Dipper had crawled his way to the flower. Dipper pulled the flower from its roots. "Not if I can help it."

Alex turned to him with a glare. His eyes widened once he saw what Dipper held. "No-," he started but never finished. And he never would, for he disappeared with a cloud of white smoke.

The boots disappeared from Wendy's hand and she cheered. Everyone around her had no clue why. "No more squeaky boots!" She yelled happily.

Soos, who was standing next to her, tried out his laser hands. Nothing. He cheered too. "YES! No more fangirls!"

The girls around him started crying.

Mabel sat up with a groan. "Thanks, bro bro."

"No prob, sis." He looked at the flower in his hand. No more magic, no more wishes. He sighed.

"Sorry about that," Mabel apologized.

"It's alright, Mabel." He turned to her with a smile. "There's plenty of more summer left." She smiled back. "Now come on. I can't let that Jerk win." They both started running back to the mansion.

They were almost there. Through those gates and Dipper would win for sure. But that's when someone shot something at them. A tranquilizer. They both turned their heads to see Atlantico holding a tranquilizer gun. "Don't take another step!" He yelled, getting a better aim. "Put the flower down and step away from it!"

The rich always cheated. Well, Pacifica wasn't a game. And if he thought she was, he was an idiot. "Atlantico, you don't want to do this."

He repositioned the gun. "You don't know what I want!"

"Yes I do! It's you that doesn't! You're willing to make your life miserable along with someone else's just so you can please your father! What has he ever done for you besides criticize you?! Huh?!"

"That doesn't matter! I'm a Southwest! And Southwests are the best! And they get the best! That's what my father taught me!"

"Well you're not your father, are you?!" They both turned to Mabel. "You're your own person! You want to be the best? Be the best you can be! Not what someone else wants you to be!" Dipper watched in amazement as Mabel kept walking towards him, yelling, even though he still had the gun pointed at them. "You can't be the best if you follow someone else's views of what makes you best! What makes you best is what you think makes you best!" She started him in the eye. "And the only way to be the best is to be the best you can be. Cause right now, you're only a buttface! And that's not the way I like you!"

Atlantico's eyes widened. "You like me? As in like, like me?"

She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Not the way you are right now."

Dipper couldn't believe that that one sentence made him drop his gun to the floor. He then went to hug Mabel, who hugged him back. "I'm sorry I did that to you."

"It's alright," she replied softly. "You're you now."

Atlantico broke the hug to look at Dipper. "She's all yours."

Dipper shook his head. "No, she's not mine." He knew better than that. "I'm just lucky to have caught her interest." Dipper went up to the gate and pressed the button. He could hear people mumbling and placing bets on who it would be. He could hear Preston's voice as the gates opened.

"And the winner is…" Dipper held up the flower high in the air as the gates swung wide open. Preston couldn't believe it. "…Dipper Pines."

Suddenly, everyone fell to the ground. Dipper started to freak out until a familiar figure started walking towards him. "Joseph," he said with a smile. He held up the flower. "Guess who won."

Joseph looked different now. He was solid. He looked human. And he had something glowing over his head. "I want to thank you, Dipper."

Dipper shrugged it off. "It was nothing, dude."

"But it wasn't nothing. It was everything. You set me free." Joseph's eyes widened as he snapped his head left. "Marigold?" He smiled brightly. "Marigold." He turned back to Dipper. "Goodbye, savior." He started running towards the left and disappeared. Dipper could tell he was finished with his business.

Pacifica woke up with a groan. As did everyone else. All she remembered was seeing Dipper holding a beautiful flower and then everything blacked out. Guess that flower was actually beautiful enough to make you faint. There was no doubt. She looked around for Dipper and saw him walking towards her. She stood up and ran to him. When they were close enough, he got on one knee and held up the flower. "This belongs to you."

Pacifica took the flower from him, smiled, and threw it aside. She then grabbed him by the collar and brought him into a kiss. It was more of a peck, but he took what he got. She then brought him into a hug. "I'm so glad you won."

Dipper hugged her back, tightly. "I am too." Music started playing somewhere. They recognized it as their song. Dipper bowed dramatically. "May I have this dance, my lady?"

"Why of course you can." She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the dancing crowd.

Atlantico watched them from where he and Mabel were. "You were right. They really like this song," she said. She had only heard Pacifica sing yesterday. She wondered when Dipper had sand it.

"They sang this song the second day I was here," he told her. "They sound pretty great together. That's good enough for forever, isn't it?" He watched as she did a few of her own moves in front of him as she watched the couple ahead. He then noticed some blood on the back of her head. "What happened here?" He asked, touching it.

Mabel brought her hand to the exact same spot and brought it back to see. "Oh, don't worry about that," she waved it off. "Just some crazy ex-husband. He's gone now."

He nodded as she went back to watching the couple. Taking out his phone, Atlantico set his background to the picture of Mabel he took at the emporium. He then held out a hand to her. "Come on, let's dance." Mabel didn't skip a beat.

Abigail smiled at her son. That girl looked tons of fun. Of course, it was way too early to meet her. She grabbed a drink someone was handing her, her wedding ring clinking against it. "Thank you, Ferdinand." Her husband smiled at her before taking a drink of his own drink. "Look at them, they seem happy don't they?"

"Indeed they do," he answered. That girl seemed a bit crazy, but she looked tons of fun. Just like Abigail. She was the best for his son. Ferdinand took both glasses and placed them on a nearby tray. She looked at him, confused. He held out his hand. "It's been so long since we've danced, my dear."

Abigail couldn't hide her smile if she tried.

Preston watched as his daughter danced with the commoner. He ruined everything. "She looks so happy," Emily commented next to him.

"He won," was what he replied with. "That commoner won. How is she supposed to be a winner with someone like that?" He turned to glare at her.

She glared back just as fierce. "Look at her Preston. Does she really look like a loser to you?"

Preston looked back at his daughter. To be quite honest, he never really looked at his daughter these days, just what was around her. Like stylish clothing and rich furniture. But never at her. She had on the biggest smile he had ever seen her with. She looked like she had won something grand. Like she was a winner. And for the first time, Preston saw that that was what she was. She was a winner. "No. She looks like a winner." He smiled at his wife and brought her into a crazy dance.

"So what happened to your forehead," Pacifica asked when she noticed a huge scratch.

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about. Just a scratch. Mabel has a lot of bad luck with guys." They both turned to see her dancing silly with Atlantico.

Pacifica smiled. "Not anymore she doesn't."

"So how do you think your father will react to this," Dipper asked her.

Pacifica looked behind him and saw her parents dancing with smiles on their faces. Her father looked at her and put on a big smile. And it was real. Reaching for the ring she had since she was five, she looked back at Dipper. "I don't think he'll mind."

And they carried on dancing, not knowing what would happen tomorrow.

The End

Guys, I heard that there was only one more episode. And I'm not sure how to react to that. Or what to say to that. But there is one thing I want to say. The show was an amazing one and Hirsch did an amazing job with it. Keeping up with the silliness of a brother and sister in a magical town. That's every siblings dream. I don't get along with my siblings anymore. We once had what Dipper and Mabel had but we drifted apart and it's now more like Stan and Lee. That show was my safe haven from my twisted reality because it had everything I would love to have with my siblings. The silliness, the adventure, the love! It was amazing! But, like every story, it must end. It was a fun ride, guys. Goodbye.