Later that night, Mabel met up with Candy and Grenda at the Civic Center and Buffet, where an overwhelming crowd began to form outside. The Guardian was in casual wear this time, while her Raven Warriors wore spelled jackets to hide their wings.

"This is it," Mabel started, grinning at them. "Are you ready for the greatest night of our lives."

The two cheered, and Grenda declared. "I don't care if I get arrested, I'm going to climb up that stage and hug every last one of those boys!"

"C'mon, our destiny awaits," The brunette grinned.

After waiting in a colossal queue, the three finally reached the box office. However...

"Sorry, the show is sold out," The ticket seller said, before closing the shutters on them.

The three gasped in distraught, and looked around to see Sold Out signs being hung everywhere, and they were the only ones left in the parking lot.

"This night is ruined!" Grenda cried.

Candy fell to her knees. "I welcome you, death..."

Mabel looked between the two sadly. Slowly her face turned into determination.

"Don't worry, guys," She told them. "I said we're going to have the best night ever, and I meant it. And no Keep Out sign will keep us out!"

❇❇❇

Back in the shack Bill and Dipper were in the kitchen, trying to figure out Robbie's CD. However, it mostly assisted of them staring at the cast for a while.

"This is going nowhere," Bill said. "Maybe, there's nothing strange about it."

Dipper frowned stubbornly. "I know there is."

Bill looked at him for a while, then sighed. "Pine Tree, do you think it's time to...maybe, move on."

The brunette regarded him blankly. "What are you implying?"

Bill bit his bottom lip, feeling his face grow warm. "I'm talking about your crush on Red. She doesn't seem to feel the same way, and you'll only get yourself hurt if you continue chasing after her."

Dipper bowed his head, trailing his finger over the cast in his hands. "Thanks for the concern, but I know what I'm doing," He insisted. "I know my chances with her are slim. Still...that shouldn't stop me from trying."

Bill was afraid he would say that. It took a while for him to come to terms with his feelings for Pine Tree, but now, he couldn't deny them if he tried. Frankly, Bill wasn't quite used to the array of emotions flowing through him when he was near Dipper. From warm fluffiness, to nausea in the stomach, to complete and utter frustration. It overwhelmed him, and Bill found it very annoying. The only possible solution to this problem, would be to wait until this crush of his fades away. Proven difficult, considering Bill hung out with Dipper every second of his life.

"Hey, knuckleheads."

Both turned, seeing Stan step inside the kitchen, holding a stack of canned meat. Bill regarded him in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Storing canned meat for the apocalypse, what does it look like?" He remarked. The Day Guardian moved towards a shelf, and starting putting the cans inside one by one. "So, what are you two doing? Making out?"

Dipper flushed. "Actually, we're trying to figure out something," He said, defiantly. "This might sound crazy, but I think Robbie is brainwashing Wendy with music."

Stan frowned. "I've seen this before."

"Wait, really?" Bill questioned, in surprise.

He nodded. "One time when I visited the mortal realm, I came across this gorgeous girl in my favorite 50's themed, 1970's diner, the Juke Joint. Her name was Carla McCorkle, Carla Hotpants McCorkle. We would've really hit it off, if not for Thistle Downe, a new age treehugger playing this transcendental hippie music. And, before I knew it, Carla ends up dating that guy, and her hot pants turned to bellbottoms before I even knew what was happening."

"What was the point of that story?" Bill asked.

"It's me saying that I want in on this," Stan smiled. "Right after I eat some of this canned brown meat. It's apocolicious!"

❇❇❇

After the concert was about to close, Mabel and her friends managed to sneak backstage. The Guardian managed to unlock it with some hair clips, and the three hurried inside. They then came across an entry, that could only lead to the band's dressing room.

"This is it," Mabel said, almost buzzing with excitement. "We're about to meet the cutest boys alive."

With that said, she opened the door, and the three stepped in. They kept quiet, attempting to suppress their giggles of excitement. They turned, expecting to see a dressing room, instead...they got something else.

The three stood in shock, as they stared around the area. The walls were grey from age, and lining against one side, were a row of large tubes filled with green liquid. What made it even more disturbing, was that the silhouettes of human forms could be seen inside them. And even more shocking, in the center of the room, was a giant hamster cage, and the entirety of Sev'ral Timez were crawling around inside it.

"Woah, look at the size of those hamster tubes," Grenda gasped.

Mabel shook her head in disbelief. "What is going on here--"

The door swung open behind them, and the three jolted before hiding away behind a wall. A man came inside the room, with a round belly pressing against rich looking clothes, a bald head, and one gold tooth. He strutted towards the hamster cage, where the boy band were lining up obediently.

"Terrible show!" The man scolded. "You barely sold out the arena! And Deep Chris, do you call that a pout?"

Deep Chris's pout deepened, and he released a low whimper.

"Every one of you should be ashamed of yourselves!" The man carried on, harshly. "Remember, you can all be replaced by your brothers."

He gestured to the tubes, and grinned at one of them. "Dance for me, child!"

Immediately, the silhouette inside the tube, began to do a number of dances, before stopping. All Mabel and her friends could do, was watch in shock.

The man laughed, before leaving the room. As soon as the door slammed shut, Mabel stepped out of their hiding place, followed by Candy and Grenda. Instantly, the boys in the cage regarded them with alerted looks. One of them, Deep Chris, made a defensive expression.

"Who goes there? Prepare to be danced at," He warned, then started dancing towards the edge of the cage, while Mabel stared wide eyed.

Creggy G suddenly crouched in front of Deep Chris, blocking him from Mabel. "Hold up! She's a lady, don't disrespect her, bro. Don't disrespect."

"My bad," Deep Chris said, sheepishly.

Mabel squealed excitingly. "You don't know how hard it was for us to meet you guys! Also, who was that scary chub-chub man?"

"Mr Bratsman's our producer, yo," Deep Chris replied.

"He genetically engineered us to be the perfect boy band," Creggy G added.

"But he keeps us in cages, that junk is straight brutal!" Chubby Z complained.

"That is straight brutal, Chubby Z," Mabel agreed.

Chubby Z nodded. "Our one dream is to escape into the real world. Yo, I heard about these things called trees, and I always wanted to kiss one."

"But we can't disobey Bratsman, he says he loves us!" Greggy C said.

"If he loved you, he would've set you free," Mabel countered.

The boy band took this in and murmured in agreement. Mabel stepped forward determinedly.

"Let's go right now! My friends and I can help you escape."

"WERE MASTERS OF STEALTH!" Grenda yelled.

"You really do that for us, beef?" Chubby Z smiled.

"Absolutely," Mabel said, then regarded him confusion. "Also, did you just call me beef?"