Dipper and Mabel and the case of the missing cookies! Chapter 3: The Third Witness!

This is the 3rd chapter for my entry into the #GravityFallsFanficComp

Summary: It’s the trial of the century at the Gravity Falls court house! Someone ate Dipper’s cookies! Though she pleaded innocent, it is up to the judge in the court of law to decide Mabel’s fate and uncover the truth as to who really ate the cookies from the cookie jar! Along the way, some crazy things happen!

"In the sibling justice system, pastry-based offenses are considered especially heinous. In Gravity Falls, the dedicated professionals who try these kitchen felonies are of an elite court known as the Missing Cookies Unit. These are their stories."

-VioletHeart3899

Spoilers ahead. Read the first two chapters first.

Chapter 1: http://aminoapps.vertvonline.info/p/f6lawn

Chapter 2: http://aminoapps.vertvonline.info/p/oqtjom

Chapter 4: http://aminoapps.vertvonline.info/p/yzr3hm

Chapter 3: The Third Witness!

As recess ended, a dark windowed limo pulled up and out stepped Pacifica, wearing the most ridiculous dress one could possibly imagine.

“Gee Pacifica. Do you have a funeral to get to after this?” said Mabel. She and Stan then began laughing until Ford ordered them to stop.

“Thank you for getting here as quickly as you could uh…Ms. Northwest. Interesting…uh choice of…attire I might add,” said Ford.

“Thank you, your honour. Glad SOMEONE appreciates fine fashion when they see it!” she said as she starred at Stan and Mabel.

“Oh, hey Dipper,” Pacifica said as she waved to him.

Dipper nervously waved back as Pacifica took a seat on the witness bench.

Once Pacifica sat down, Stan proceeded to question her.

“Okay Pacifica, can you confirm or deny to us that you were the one who called Dipper?” he said.

“Well obviously it was me! Why else would you want me testifying in this dump of a courtroom? You know I had to skip a peacock grooming event for this?” she yelled.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re rich. No need to rub it in!” fired back Stan.

Before Pacifica could yell back, Stan asked his next question.

“Can you please tell us why exactly you called Dipper in the first place?” he asked.

“Uh…that really isn’t necessary your honour! Stan has no grounds to…”

Ford slammed his gavel as he interrupted Dipper’s plea.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible at this time Dipper. Pacifica is entitled to tell her side of the story as much as you do. And besides, you know how much she’s charging us for every minute she’s here?” he whispered into Dipper’s ears.

“Fine!” he mumbled back.

“Oh, this should be fun,” said Mabel as she leaned in closer to hear Pacifica’s story.

“It all started earlier that day. I was walking in town. My parents apparently wanted me walking around more rather than constantly using the limo. Apparently, gas costs a lot these days thanks to stupid strike or something,” said Pacifica.

“Lazy bones,” whispered Stan.

“I HEARD THAT PEAR NOSE!” yelled back Pacifica.

“Everyone’s a critic,” mumbled Stan.

“As I was saying…I was walking around town when my 24-karat gold earring fell off and into a storm drain. And like…that’s a terrible thing cause if I lose another pair of gold earring’s, my parents won’t pay my 4th credit card’s bill this month! AND THAT’S THE ONE I USE THE MOST!” yelled Pacifica!

“Okay, two questions? Why do you have four credit cards and why were you wearing 24 karat gold earrings in the first place?” asked Ford.

“First of all, I don’t have 4 credit cards. Who has 4? No, I have 6. And the only reason I was wearing 24 karat gold earrings was because my diamond ones were off to be cleaned,” said Pacifica.

Ford took off his glasses, and began cleaning them in disbelief. He slapped himself in the face and then proceeded.

“uh…okay. Please…please continue Pacifica,” he said.

“Okay. So, I didn’t want to call a plumber or city person as they would then go and tell my parents. They also don’t wear gloves so they might get dirt on my earring! Then I ed, Dipper has that flashlight that shrinks things….”

(Flashback)

Dipper’s phone begins to ring.

“Just a second Mabel,” he said. “Hello?”

“Dipper! It’s me, Pacifica. Look, I don’t know or care what you’re doing, I just need your help like right now!” yelled Pacifica.

Dipper’s face began to turn red.

“Really? Right now?” he said.

“Yes, right now! Now get down here fast! And bring that flashlight of yours!” she said.

“Uh, fine! But you owe me big time,” he yelled as he hung up.

“Who was that?” asked Mabel

“Uh, no one,” said Dipper as he slightly blushed. “Just don’t eat my cookies please!”

“uh…fine. But I want one when you get back or I’ll tell Grunkle Stan to stop buying you apples,” said Mabel.

“Fine!” replied Dipper as he put the jar on top of a shelf and ran off.

Pacifica waited for a while until Dipper finally arrived with his bag.

“Took you long enough!” said Pacifica.

“Well, you’re not exactly accurate with your directions! And anyways, what’s wrong and why do you need my Crystal Flashlight?” asked Dipper.

“Well first off, I don’t get around this town much so SORRY! And second, I dropped my earring into this storm drain thing and I need your flashlight to shrink the cage so I can get it back,” said Pacifica.

Dipper facepalmed, “SERIOUSLY! That’s why you called me? Why not get oh, I don’t know…CALL A PERSON WHO’S JOB IT IS TO DO IT FOR YOU!” yelled back Dipper.

“Hey, anyone else would have told my parents and I can’t let them know about this. They’ll quit paying my credit card bills and then I’d have to get a…a job,” she said as she held back vomit.

Dipper rolled his eyes.

“You’re just lucky I’m here with my gear. Give me a second,” he said.

Pacifica watches as Dipper shrinks the storm drain cage, and using a net, fishes her earring out of the gutter.

“There you go! Happy?” said Dipper in an unamused tone.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you Dipper!” said Pacifica as she grabbed it and hugged him.

The two then awkwardly walked backwards and looked around in silence.

“So?”

“So?”

(End of Flashback)

Dipper sat there sweating away as Pacifica downed her glass of water and Stan and Mabel held back their laughter.

“So, is that all that you did?” asked judge Stanford.

“Yes, your honour. Nothing more after that. We both pretended we didn’t know each other and went our sperate ways,” said Pacifica.

“Objection!” yelled Mabel.

“Yeah. My client here said UNDER OATH, that she saw the two of them an hour or so later having lunch together!” yelled Stan.

“Objection to that objection your honour! Mabel was intoxicated by a lot of chocolate!” yelled back Dipper.

“Objection to that objection of my objection your honour! I saw what I saw! Pacifica is lying!”

The three irrupted into arguments until Ford slammed his gavel onto the desk so hard, it shook the entire bench.

“ENOUGH! I will have order in this court! This is not Weirdmageddon! Now, Pacifica! Please tell us the truth! Did you or did you not have lunch with Dipper? Dipper, might I ask you the same thing?” demanded Ford.

The two looked at each other until finally, the truth spilled.

“It’s true your honour,” said Pacifica.

“She and I did have lunch,” said Dipper.

The court irrupted into shock. Wendy and Ford just shrugged.

“Can you please describe this “lunch” to the court here?” asked Ford.

“I can,” said Dipper.

“A bit after I helped her get her earring back, Pacifica started feeling bad about how she yelled at me so she offered to buy me lunch at Greasy’s Diner.”

“Yeah. And I…I should stress that I was only doing that cause I felt bad. Nothing more okay! I’m talking to you Mabel,” said Pacifica as she pointed to Mabel who was forming a heart with her hands around Dipper and Pacifica.

She quickly hid them. “Uh…what? Me? Don’t be ridiculous Pacif…. Okay fine! But are you SURE you weren’t doing it cause you LIKE Dipper just a little bit?” said Mabel.

“Uh! Your honour?” said Pacifica as she looked up to him.

“I’m sorry Mabel. But this isn’t a cartoon fan club, or as the kids nowadays call it, a “fandom,” where we randomly start shipping people over simple interactions. If Pacifica was just taking Dipper to lunch because she wanted to make it up to him and nothing more, I think that’s totally okay,” said Ford.

Mabel hunched back on her chair as she crossed out her drawing of Dipper and Pacifica holding hands.

“Please continue,” said Ford.

Dipper stood up again, “so, Pacifica and I went to Greasy’s Diner to have some fun…I MEAN LUNCH! The chocolate festival was going on outside at this time. We ordered and were eating when Pacifica decided to watch the movie playing on the TV,” said Dipper.

“For someone who left at one and came back at five, that sure is a pretty long movie if I say so myself,” asked Stan.

“Well, I mean, Pacifica did also make it up to me by letting me check out her dad’s sports car collection,” said Dipper.

“Hey, he helped save my parents during that whole Weirdmag-what’s you call it thing, so it was a sort of, extra thank you,” said Pacifica.

“Yeah. And we were only there for like an hour,” said Dipper.

“Wait, when did you leave for her house?” asked Ford.

“About fifteen to four I think,” said Dipper.

“And Mabel, what time do you seeing Dipper and Pacifica at the diner?” asked Ford again.

“Uh…I’m not entirely sure. But it was at least before three thirty if I’m correct,” said Mabel.

“I see,” he said.

“So? What does that all mean?” Asked Pacifica.

“Well it’s quite simple really. It means…”

“That we’re nowhere near solving this case once and for all?” said Stan as he interrupted Ford.

“Well, I was going to say Pacifica your job here is done but that as well,” said Ford.

“See guys. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! I was sleeping on the couch the whole time and therefore I had no way of eating Dipper’s cookies. And as he spent the day with Pacifica on a TOTALLY NOT DATE LIKE dinner, I’m innocent!” said Mabel.

“Correct. And as such, I demand all charges against my client be dropped!” said Stan as he began to pack up his brief case.

“Hang on Grunkle Stan! We still haven’t answered the main question. If Mabel didn’t eat them, then who did?” said Dipper.

“I’m afraid he’s right Mabel and Stanley. Until we figure out who ate it, all of us are potential suspects,” said Ford.

“But we’ve asked everyone in this court and they’ve all said the same thing. No one touched those cookies. And we know you didn’t cause you were downstairs doing some nerdy science thing. Who else is there?” said Stan.

“Well, you haven’t exactly asked everyone yet Mr. Pines,” said a voice from the back of the court house.

Everyone turned to look at the person.

It was Wendy.

“I think…I might be able to answer this once and for all,” she said.

TO BE CONTINUED

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