Dipper's POV

It has come down to the fith and final challenge. Ford and Stan beat  Mabel and I twice. Sorry for not being able to put someone in a chokehold! Soos was the person that we attempted to do it on. He's sleeping now so Wendy has taken over the last challenge. "Paintball." The sound of it made me shudder. I can't shoot or hide very well. But Mabel is really good at hitting people. "Expect no mercy." She sang. The two men grunted. My team had gotten the blue and their team had gotten the red. "Go!" Wendy cried again. I took off into the woods in my own clearing. I strapped the gun on my back and started climbing the tree. "Hahahahahah!" Ford laughed evilly.  I watched mabel be coverd in red paint. "Dipper!" She cried. I poured the blue buckets of paint on the two old men. "Huh what?" Stan asked. "Dippy fresh and Hambone win!" Wendy exclaimed. I hadn't been touched with any paint. We'd be foing to the meeting. "Good game." I said shaking Stan's hand. "Grunkle Stan you look like a smurf!" Mabel laughed. I took Mabel to the back of the shack and hosed her down. She was soaked when she went into the gift shop. "The letter says dress formal." Ford explained. So we got changed. I was wearing a black suit with a bow tie. I slicked my hair back revealing my birthmark. Mabel had a red dress on with black flats and her hair was in a French braid. "Hey bro bro are you ready?" She asked "sure" I answered. We went down stairs. "Here lemme take a picture." Stan laughed. So we went to the town. That night we wouldn't come back