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Dipper fiddled with his tie as the car drove down the street.
“Dipper, stop fiddling with your tie, you’re gonna ruin it,” barked Pacifica.
“I just want to make sure it looks good.”
“It does look good, you’re gonna ruin it.”
“Guys”, Mabel shouted from the driver's seat, “Can we not do this today?”
“Paz started it!”
“Dipper!”
“What, it’s my wedding.”
They pulled up to the church. Neither Dipper or Wendy were really that religious but it was a Gravity Falls institution. A variety of Pines’ and Corduroy’s were standing on the lawn.
“Hope Wendy is having a better time,” Mabel mumbled to herself as her brother argued with her girlfriend.
Wendy was not, in fact, having a better time. “Will you slow down!” Wendy shouted at her driver.
Stan’s voice came over the speaker in the limo. “Who’s the one who overslept on the night before her wedding?”
Tambry, who was sitting behind Wendy trying to do her hair, said, “He has a point you know.”
“This is why I didn’t make you my maid of honor.” Wendy went back to ironying her pants. Her shirt and coat hung up on a hook. The poor bride to be was in her underwear. “Never challenge anyone in my family to a drinking game.”
The limo made another sharp turn. “Stan, where the hell did you get a limo anyway?”
“Never ask how sausage is made, kid.”