(imitates Fat Guy) Do you have this T-shirt in my size?
(imitates Stan) I have something even better! Behold, my butt!
(whispering) I could play this game forever.
What'd you say?
Coughing! I was coughing. Those weren't words.
This is fun. What you two have.
Mabel! How long have you been standing there?
Don't worry about that. Let's talk about why I'm doing this dance! Doo-doo-dooo...
Oh, no! She got into the smile-dip again.
Wrong one thousand! It's because today is the greatest day of my life!
Ow!
'Sev'ral Timez,' is playing at the Gravity Falls Civic Center and Buffet!
Ugh, Sev'ral Timez? Aren't they that boy band that came a decade too late?
Oh-oh-oh-Oh! Girl you got me actin' so cray-cray!
You tell me that you won't be my bay-bay!
We're non-threatening!
Mable, you know all those boy bands are fake, right?
Dipper's right. They're just a manufactured product of the bloated, corporate music industry.
You're making my dance sad.
There's probably a machine that mass-produces them.
Or maybe the boys are grown from pods!
You guys can't ruin this for me. Mable's got backup!
Hey guys!
Woot woot!
Who's ready for the greatest night of our lives? (singing) How many times am I gonna luv ya?
Sev'ral Timez!
Ugh, girls.
I know, right?
I'm ok!
Gravity Falls. 1x17.
Hmm. Should I go with lip balm or lip salve?
Go wild! Tonight's our night!
I can't wait, guys. Tonight we're gonna meet Creggy G, Greggy C, Leggy P, Chubby Z, and Deep Chris.
He's the fat one.
And those boys will fall in love with us!
Why wouldn't they!
Hey is this the fingerless glove store? I like things that are dumb, I'm Robbie.
Come on, man.
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Laugh it up, chief. (to Wendy) So, hey, Wendy, Nate and his girlfriend are going to Lookout Point this weekend. Maybe we should go, too.
Are you kidding me? First you stand me up last night, and instead of apologizing you want me to go to Lookout Point?
I'll just be over here.
Look, Robbie, I'm not sure this relationship's working. Maybe I should see other people.
Yes!
Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey. Before you do anything crazy, I, I, uh, I want you to hear this.
I hope this works.
I wrote this song just for you.
When I think about you I feel feelings so deep
I'm tossing and turning And you know I'm losing sleep
And I know I'm going crazy When I look into your eyes Just listen to this song And you'll be hypnoti-I-I-ised.
You know, maybe I was being a little hasty. I'll give you another chance.
Yes, all right!
Let me go grab my coat.
All right, Robbie, I saw that weird CD. What the heck are you up to?
It's called romance, kid. Something you'd never understand.
You ready? I can't believe you wrote that for me!
I know, I'm just so insanely talented.
Hmm. ... Hmm?
What are you doing?
Guys, the weirdest thing just happened. I think Robbie might be hypnotizing Wendy with his music.
Oh, Dipper. Girls just like musicians. You'll understand when you're older.
We're the same age!
Girls mature faster than guys. Right, Grenda?
This is Grenda time!
Okay, girls, have you all practiced your obsessed boy band scream?
Just gonna ignore that. ... Tickets please!
Too late girls. The show is sold out!
This night is ruined!
I welcome you, death.
No! I said we're going to meet Sev'ral Timez tonight and I meant it, and I'm not gonna let a "Keep Out" sign keep us out!
Stocking meat for the Apocalypse, doodly-doo. We're all gonna die! (normal) What's with the pacing, kid? You look even more freaked out than usual.
Ah, I don't know. You wouldn't understand.
Aw, come on, kid, try me.
Okay, this is gonna sound weird, but I think Robbie might be brainwashing Wendy with music.
I've seen this before.
Her name was Carla McKorkle. Carla "Hot Pants" McKorkle.
Me and Carla-baby would cut a rug together at The Juke Joint.
Our favorite fifties themed nineteen seventies diner.
Then one day, this new age tree hugger starts playing this transcendental hippie music.
Carla's hot pants turned into bell bottoms before I even knew what happened.
My memories get a little hallucinationy at the end, but you get the gist.
So wait, you actually believe my theory?
You're darn right I do! And we're gonna get to the bottom of it! Right after I get to the bottom of this brown meat! It's apocalycious!
(singing) Sev'ral Timez!
(into microphone) Hey, girl, I just wanna get real for a moment and say that while we love being superstars, the real reason we do this, is for you!
For you specifically. Not the girl sitting next to you! But you!
I love you Deep Chris.
He was talking to me!
Get 'im! Get 'im!
Thank you, good night!
Hello? Sev'ral Timez?
We want to give you several kisses!
Look!
This is it, girls! You're finally going to meet the five cutest boys in the world. Dipper's gonna eat his words that boy bands are "fake!"
This is fun!
Yo, we're clones, dawg!
M.('My')
G.('God')
That is one big hamster tube! Someone's coming!
Terrible show! What is wrong with you boys? You barely even sold out the arena! And Deep Chris, you call that a pout?
Every one of you should be ashamed of yourselves!
Except for you, Leggy P, you were really on point tonight. Here ya go, gorgeous.
As for the rest of you, remember, you can always be replaced by your 'brothers!' Dance for me, child! Dance!
My throat is killing me! Can someone get me a lemon and water!
Who goes there? Prepare to be danced at.
Step off, Deep Chris. She's a lady. Don't disrespect her, bro! Don't disrespect!
My bad.
Chubby Z, let's calm this boo by posing for her, poster style.
Trying hard not to let my brain explode. I've always wanted to meet you guys! But what was the deal with that scary chub-chub man?
Mr. Bratsman is our producer, yo.
He genetically engineered us to be the perfect boy band, G.
But he keeps us in cages! That junk is straight brutal, girl.
That is straight brutal, Chubby Z.
Our one dream is to escape into the real world, for real. Yo, I heard tell about these things called trees?
I don't know what they are, but I wanna kiss one! But we can't disobey Mr. Bratsman. He says he loves us.
If he loved you, he'd set you free!
Oh, yeah. True dat.
That's a valid perspective!
Let’s go, right now! Me and my friends can help you escape!
We're masters of stealth!
Yo, you'd really do that for us, beef?
You can count on me! I'm sorry, did you just call me 'beef?'
You see, Dipper, music has subliminal mind-control hidden in it all the time.
If you listen closely, even the music I play in the gift shop has subtle hidden messages.
Buy more key chains! Buy more key chains!
If you want to hear the mind controlling messages, you gotta slow down the record. Gimme that LP.
Oh. Right.
We're doing something wrong here but I can't put my finger on it.
Hey, guys. How was the concert? And what's in the bag?
Uh, money! Money we stole!
We're criminals! We'll cut you!
Let's go away from here now.
Ow! Oof! Ow! Hey! Dang, girl!
Your tour bus is really strange, Mable-girl. Where the feedin' tubes at?
Yo, whatup, girl?
So when do we get to go outside?
I wanna cavort like a woodland creature.
It's your producer!
I can't believe those boys escaped from their cage! You there!
I found this trail of frosted tips leading to this very location! Have you seen any perfect boys around here?
Only when I look in the mirror. Heh heh! Up top!
They must be around here somewhere. I'll find those boys if I have to turn this town upside down.
Shoo! Shoo!
Good boy.
Guys, it's not safe out there. Ergman's still looking for you.
Ah, dang!
I'm scared, Mable!
Don't worry, guys, he has to give up eventually. Hey, in the meantime you could stay here with us!
All right!
Twenty thirteen!
Girls, do you realize what's happening here? We have our very own pet boy band that we can do whatever we want with!
Remember, eventually we have to let them go. We have to promise not to get too attached to them, right, Mable? Mable?
All aboard the braid train! Braid! Braid! What?
(singing) C'mon baby, won’t you fly away with me
Take my hand, it’s destiny
We don’t need nobody if we stay together
Girl, just take my hand, it can be forever
Up into the sky, girl we’re gonna fly
Look into my big blue eyes
Girl you know it’s destiny
Take my hand and you’re gonna see
Escape, runnin’ from reality
It’ll be this way forever
Just, oh, just a few more minutes.
But...
All right, it took all day, but I converted it to a record.
And now we can slow it down to see if the mind control message theory is correct! Prepare to have your mind blown.
Spit-take, here I come!
(singing) When I think about you (in slow motion) I feel feelings so deep
I'm tossing and turningAnd you know I'm losin sleepAnd I know I'm going...
Hmm... That's not spit-worthy! What gives?
What? Is that it?
(slow motion) ... cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-crazy...
This was so stupid! Of course there's no hidden mind control messages.
Mable was right. Wendy just likes the song! She just likes Robbie.
Hey, Dip. Forgot my keys.
What's up, junior. What are you doing, trying to come up with an equation to make girls like you?
Ready to go to Lookout point?
Am I! Later, dorks! Catch you on the rewind! I made that up.
I'll rewind your face!
Wait a minute! Stan! Rewind!
You are now under my control. Your mind is mine.
Holy mackerel! Now there's your spit-take!
I knew it! It's mind control after all! Oh, no! I gotta save Wendy!
Finally a good reason to punch a teenager in the face! Let's roll!
How'd it go up there?
I finally got them to sleep. Poor Greggy C, he tried to eat a tape dispenser.
I think this is food, dawg.
Yo, you gonna share that?
Ah, memories.
The music industry was shaken today at the news that boy band king, Ergman Bratsman, has been arrested.
He was pulled over tonight for not having a rear license plate.
I'm telling you! The goat took it!
That's what they all say.
He is now in county jail, awaiting trial.
Yes!
We have to tell the boys they are free now!
Let's go!
Not so fast! They're not going anywhere!
What's the dealio, Mable? That evil producer is gone, we have to tell the boys.
Wait, girls, let's not be so hasty. I mean, think about it.
If we don't tell the boys, then they can stay here with me! I mean, with us.
Mable, we can't keep them here forever.
But I love them!
If you loved them, you'd set them free.
Never! Every boy I loved this summer has left me, and I'm not gonna let it happen again.
Candy, we gotta get past Mable. She's gone boy crazy.
Boys!
Mmmm! Candy, attack!
You guys! Ergman Bratsman is in jail! You're free!
Just go!
Woah! Is that true, Mable-Dog?
Uh, no, your producer's still out there. You're gonna have to stay here, probably forever!
What? You can't listen to her!
Mable's our girl, girl. She puts pizza in our food trough.
She changes my newspaper, yo! She's a'ight!
She is not a'ight, Chubby Z!
Sev'ral Timez!
Yes Mable-Dog?
Remove these two from the premises please.
Oh, no! They're aggressively dancing at us! Mable's gone mad with power!
Save yourselves, Sev'ral Timez! You were better off with your producer!
Word!
Call me, Deep Chris!
Twenty thirteen!
Thank you, boys. Now let's get aboard the braid train!
Things just got pretty heavy, Mable. Maybe we should all just, like, chill for a minute and—
(interrupts) I said let's get aboard the braid train!
We gotta warn Wendy about that song before she gets brainwashed!
Road safety laws, prepare to be ignored!
Ha, weird, Nate didn’t show up. So I, I guess it’s just you and me. This isn’t what I was planning at all!
Whoa!
Wendy! Stop! Robbie's been lying to you!
Kid! Mr. Pines?
That's Mr. Pines to you!
What? That's what I just said.
Look, Wendy, you've gotta hear this.
Mable, you've gotta hear this. It's a song we wrote to say thank you. Hit it!
Oh, boy, songs are like hugs that mouths give to ears.
(singing) Here comes yoMable-girl, we dreamed of being free (so free)
But now we know that that can never be
You know what friends are all about
You kicked those lying shorties out
I'm starting to feel guilty here.
(singing) Break it down! Who's the girls who's so a'ight.
(singing) Tucks in to bed at night.
(singing) Holds the fan up while we sing.
(singing) Keeps me entertained with string.
(singing) My shirt was wrinkled till...
(singing) ... she pressed it.
(singing) Chews our food...
(singing) ... so we can digest it.
(singing) He was evil, mean and reckless.
(singing) You gave me this candy necklace.
(singing) 'Sup, girl, other folks we could never trust
But we know that you'd never lie to us.
(singing) Mable-girl, we know you love us so
And that's why I've got to let you go.
Uh, there's a message in there, I swear!
Let me just close the window.
Wait, wait! Here!
You are now under my control. Your mind is mine.
Whoa! Robbie, what's that doing in our song?
Baby, I promise, I don't know anything about those messages. In fact, I didn't even write that song. I ripped it off some other band. So we're all good, right?
No, we're not all good. I don't care about the messages! You said you wrote that song for me. And I actually thought it was sweet, you big liar!
I know, I know. I lie about a lot of stuff. Like using your makeup and fighting a bear, although—
(interrupts) No. You know what. It's over Robbie. We're through.
What! Wendy!
Goodbye.
We won! Kid, this is a victory for every guy who's hands are too weak or fat to play a musical instrument!
I couldn't have done it without you, Grunkle Stan!
Ha!
Um, hey! Uh, now that your night is free, me and Grunkle Stan were thinking, maybe bowling or something.
Are you serious? Right now? What is wrong with guys? You only think about yourselves! All of you should just leave me alone.
Oh, man!
Look, if it makes you feel any better, the apocalypse is coming soon. Bury your gold! You've been buying gold, right?
We've got to save the boys.
I'm prepared to defend myself.
Hi, guys. I'm sorry I went bonkers. A catchy song made me realize that you were right. Can you ever forgive me?
Of course!
Friendship repaired.
What's goin' on, Mable-girl?
You said you had something you wanted to show us or some deal?
Yep, this!
Yo, dawg, who is this big round bright fool?
That, Chubby Z., is the sun.
That fool's makin' my eyes burn straight painful! I'm gonna stare that fool down!
Yo, yo, hold up. What's this big green mess?
That's nature, Deep Chris! Bratsman won’t bother you anymore. You can do anything you want to do, go anywhere you want to go. You're free.
Fuh-ree?
Free! You're free! It means you can skedaddle! Now go! Go! Get outta here before I change my mind!
(singing) Goodbye, girl!
They won't last a week.
Women! They're the real mystery, Dip. You ruin their date, drive their hippie boyfriend's van into a ravine, and somehow you're the "bad guy".
No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have meddled in Wendy's personal life. She probably hates me now.
Ah, chin up, kid, you were trying to do the right thing. Even though you destroyed a relationship and part of my car.
You think she'll ever forgive me?
I bet she will, and until then you can always go bowling with me.
Thanks, Grunkle Stan?
Don't mention it, kid.
Wait a second. Is something rooting through our trash?
Hey, hey! Get outta here!
Darn beautiful men! Always eating, eating out of my trash. Wait, what?
(singing) Girl you got me actin' so cray-cray! (cray-cray)You tell me that you won't be my bay-bay! We're non-threatening, girl. Yeah
Dang, girl.
Twenty thirteen.