It was not every day for the young Dipper to have a Saturday off. Normally spending with it working with his sister and his grunkle at the Mystery Shack, he instead was spending the afternoon relaxing in the woods. It was surprising that he was spending the day alone. On any given day, he would be attached to the hip with his better Mystery Twin, but she had other plans. She wanted to spend Saturday with her best friends. And also, she wanted to go to the town square to find some cute outfits for her beloved pet, Waddles.

Although he wanted to company of Wendy, but she too had plans. She was spending the day with her family out of town in a town beyond stranger than Gravity Falls. She jokingly said that it was the strange town of Portland. Alas, he wasn't lonely. Opting to not explore the paranormal, he wanted this particular Saturday to enjoy the quaint sounds of nature.

He prayed to God that he wouldn't have any contact with gnomes, minotaurs, any mythical creatures of the like. The thought of seeing another Bill made him cringe.

He just wanted one quiet Saturday to himself. Being serenade by the quaint, natural sounds that nature was providing him at this particular juncture.

He took a breath of the fresh air he had become accustomed. Many plans loomed his intelligent young mind. However, he wanted to be one-track. He was going to sit on the log and watch nature at work. And maybe catch up with some comics and later on catch with his sister.

As he was letting the wind soothe him, he felt something lurking in the midst. He knew it wasn't any mythical creatures. No, he thought, it was something worse. Even worse than the star who won't be named.

A sound of an engine interrupted the quiet scene in the woods. He tilted his head back when catching the sight of the limo making its entrance. He shook his head in disgust. For he knew who was the person behind the vehicle.

Not taking any chances, he quickly evaded the rotten stump and hid behind the tree. He had kept his cool. He was slowing down his pace. Any sudden movement would alert the passenger. And he would be damned if that person was going to ruin his day.

The backseat door opened. Upon exiting the vehicle, Dipper's fears were confirmed to see the ditzy, spoiled blonde. The girl who was the self-acclaimed diva of Gravity Falls. In fact, she was dubbed as the descendant of the founder of Gravity Falls.

It was no other than Pacifica Northwest. The nemesis of his lovable sister, Mabel and the vein of his existence.

He cringed at the sight to know that she was in the vicinity. Any spot in the woods. In fact, any spot in this town and you chose this particular spot. Lucky me, lucky me. He thought to himself.

"Pacifica, dear. What are you looking for?"

Dipper peeked from the corner when hearing a female voice coming from the vehicle. He knew that horrid sound was coming from her mother.

He watched Pacifica motioned her hand to her forehead. The blonde was peering in all directions. She was looking for someone. He had hoped that he was not that someone.

"Pacifica. What are you looking for," asked her mother.

"Pest," she simply responded.

"Dear, we don't have time for this," said her mother. "We are already late for…"

"Quiet," she interjected. "Just give me a damned second. I am scanning."

With expertise with the woods and dealing with unknown circumstances, Dipper kept his composure. His position from the tree was a straight direction in her sight. One false move and he was in her eyesight.

Think, Dipper, think. You are smart and she is... Pacifica, he thought to himself. What can I do to evade the "pest."

"Dear, hurry up and return to the car," said Pacifica's mother with a stern voice. "You have an etiquette course to attend…."

"Shut it, mom," replied Pacifica. "I am looking."

Dipper watched as she was walking to where he stood earlier. She kneeled to the ground and it looked like she was sniffing. After a moment of observation, she emitted a smirk.

"The pest is near," she sneered.

For some reason, that made Dipper's heart leaped. He knew that she was suspicious. The window of escape was getting narrow and he had yet to have an idea of avoidance.

"Oh, my God," he muttered. He was shaking his head. "Think, Dipper, think." He rubbed his cap until he saw something lurking a few inches in front of him. He did not even care if it was a gnome or a ghost.

Unfortunately, nothing mythical. For once, he was quite disappointed. Sort of ironic, he admittedly thought. However, it was a small field rat. The creature was fickle, but Dipper knew that it was enough.

He gently used his voice to alert the creature. Be calm, my friend. I am not here to hurt you. I am your friend. The rat looked but was a bit hesitant. Assuring for his trust, Dipper pulled out a piece of candy from his pocket. He gently placed it on the ground, leaving it a few feet from the rat.

The rat titled his head but was coming closer to the treat. Go for it, dear friend. I am here to help. You have my back. I have yours.

When the rat leaned forward, he was at a suitable distance to wrap his palm around it. The mouse didn't react, distracted by the treat. Dipper became quite confident of his nature skills with animals. However, with no time of self-boosting, he needed this mouse to distract Pacifica.

He held the rat tightly around his chest. He remained still. He had every right to be. Although he was slightly hidden behind the brush and the tree, Pacifica was inches away.

"Come out and play," singed Pacifica teasingly. "I know you know you are here. I can smell the stupidity."

Not on my life, you lame, he thought to himself. For you are the worse.

With his quick thinking picking up, his plan of action was in the works. Pacifica was luring, but she was facing away from him. His plan was to sneak from behind and use the rat as a lure to distract her. Once the rat got her distracted, then he could make his escape.

"Don't play games, you lame," she said. "Just come out and I won't too hard on you."

"Pacifica," screamed her frustrated mother. "You have until the count of three, you…"

"Blow it out of your ass, woman," responded Pacifica. "I am almost finished."

It is now or never, he thought. He had a slow pace. He tiptoed from the brush. He was out in the open. It was shocking, scary, yet exciting that he was only inches from Pacifica.

As she was walking further near a stream, Dipper was pulling the rat from his chest. He took a breath. Sweat was beading from his chest.

Take your time. You are one with nature. Nature is one with you. When the opportunity came, he took the rat and aimed for Pacifica.

"Ok, I got you,..." Dipper attempted to say until he saw Pacifica turned around with a crooked smile.

"Now," she said.

Out of nowhere, the field rat charged and began squirming on the surprised Dipper. Dipper was panicking as the field rat began biting at him. He was trying his hardest to grab it but failed.

He continued screaming until he saw Pacifica stand over him. The blonde displayed her usual smile because giving two whistles. On command, the field rat stopped and came to Pacifica.

"Thank you, girl," said Pacifica. The field rat rested on her shoulder.

Dipper looked in wonder. He was also surprised by the rat's betrayal.

"Finally got my pest," said Pacifica. She looked at the field rat. "Thank you for being such a sweet, ugly rat." The rat squeaked in excitement.

Dipper was taken aback on the established setup.

"Do you want worse, or are you going to come quietly," asked Pacifica.

As much he wanted to protest, he humbly accepted defeat.

"Come, pest," sneered Pacifica.

She grabbed him by the collar and followed her to the limo. When she arrived, her mother was standing outside stomping her feet in frustration.

"Took you long enough," said Pacifica's mother.

"Told you I was looking for pest," said Pacifica.

She frowned when she saw that Pacifica was not alone.

"What's the deal with Dipper," protested Pacifica's mother.

"Research," responded Pacifica.

"Research," retorted Pacifica's mother.

"Better yet a guinea pig," she said. She eyed Dipper. Dipper was looking at the ground. His face was flushed and embarrassed. Still shocked on the trap being made by her and a field rat.

"What's Mr. Remy on your shoulder," asked Pacifica's mother.

"Let's just go," responded Pacifica. Ignoring her mother's question, she took Dipper by his hand.

"Get in," she told him.

Dipper stepped inside of the limo. He could think of a thousand things to spend his Saturday off. He had never thought he was a creature in a trap set up by Pacifica Northwest.

Oh, the irony, he thought.