Sun Oct 13 '24 Announcement
about 1 month ago – Sun, Oct 13, 2024 at 06:52:43 AM

If you've already preordered an item from the BYEEE campaign, please check your emails for a secret link to your latest add-ons. This will unlock a reduced shipping rate for our two incredible new Owl House collectables - and will allow you to add other items from the campaign thus far, too!

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The multiverse was continuing to provide ripe conversations and ample tension. While Ford tried to piece together the increasingly complex - and, judging from the otherworldly electronics in his hand, increasingly unstable - situation. The excited chatter was not usually something he’d try to interrupt, in fact, he openly adored the idea of meeting outer-dimensional beings. 

But when the air around them seemed to hum with a dull reverb, making everything sway and wave in short, almost imperceptible flashes, he couldn’t help but be concerned. He had heard a great many things about LA - it being a weirdness hotbed shouldn’t surprise him - but the fact it seemed to be surrounding him, his beloved family and a mismatched array of innocen- um- mostly innocents? That concerned him. 

A flash of doubt filled his mind all the same, though. The scene was deniably a positive one. 

Dipper was scribbling with enthusiasm as he admired Luz’s Palisman. “So she can change into anything?”

“Yeah.” Luz smiled, as the little creature twirled proudly in her hands, “She’s amazing, huh?”

Dipper nodded enthusiastically as he scribbled his notes. He had always been the sort to get excited over a new cryptid. Stringbean was one of the coolest ever, not least because she could turn into any other creature out there. The grin on his face was one of pure, unadulterated enthusiasm. 

Mabel was cuddling the strange little skull-faced dog-demon. Stan was trying a few moves (and failing) on Lilith, and Sprig had fashioned a tiny little saddle to turn Waddles into the ultimate steed. 

It was chaotic, sure - but undeniably amicable. He didn’t even clock that three people from his own party had gone missing. 

Finally, as the reading on his weirdness meter flashed higher, he decided he could be passive no longer. He cleared his throat and stood impressively. “I don’t mean to interrupt the little crossover event going on here, but we should really focus on trying to fix this situation, not indulging in a show-and-tell.” 

The scientist took on a rather commanding tone - one that had his brother rolling his eyes -  and began pacing around the room with his big, heavy boots - making a mess of Studio Bad Egg HQ’s favourite rug.

“We need to be able to match Bill’s energy,” He continued, tapping his lip as he paced relentlessly. “Something that not only hits as hard as he can, but can neutralise him. You’ve seen those portals he’s using - they’re weak. He’s desperate. Tiny little rat-holes, nothing like Weirdmageddon. If we break his concentration, dissipate his energy, he’s done for.” 

Marcy nodded eagerly as the stoney-faced figure she had simply dubbed sci-fi man mapped out the reality. “So what do we need?”

“Something powerful. Really powerful. Veering on the supernatural.”

There was a pause. All eyes fell upon Luz, Eda and Lilith. 

The Owl Lady spoke first, polishing her talons on her shoulder. “Well, I don’t mean to brag…”

“Edalyn, please. We don’t know this thing. He could hurt you.”

Stan’s eyes widened, and he quickly interrupted the discussion. “Wait, hold the phone. Edalyn? I thought-”

“C’mon, chief, I called myself Marilyn Fakename. No way you didn’t realise.”

“I thought it was pronounced Foreign-like. Fakaynam. Somethin’ like that. Kinda hard ta listen after a night on the tables.”

“You’re lucky. I almost took your kidney, Carlos!”

“Carlos-” Stan blinked. And burst into uproarious laughter. “That’s right, I was usin’ a fake name too! I guess we were never married in the first place! …Problem solved!”

“Your love life gets more bizarre to me every time I hear about it,” Ford murmured, nursing his temples.

“I’ve read your journals, Sixer, don’t even start with me.”

It looked as if one of the famous brotherly rows was about to kick off - good-natured though they usually were - when everything was interrupted by the crackling of a split between time and space. This time, however, it wasn’t opened by the two-dimensional menace in Theraprism. It was, quite literally, a wormhole. 

Hooty - being a creature of unsound mind and terrible body - had dug his beak into the threshold of time and space and ripped it open like an envelope… in order to say hi to what, he presumed, was a new tea-party candidate. After all, in his somewhat dull and utterly asinine mind, everybody was a potential friend. 

“So you’re a demon? I’m a demon too!” He began, wiggling his slick, feathered body as he stuck his face through the middle of time and space - as if it was some kind of porthole. “You wanna be friends?” 

The reception to him was not positive. Bill Cipher was used to being disgusted by otherworldly phenomena, but even he was taken aback by the strangely greasy avian tube that had writhed into his cell. He yelped and fell onto his flat-sided hindquarters with disgust. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!” 

“They call me Hooty! You see, because I do hooting noises and I’m also called Hooty and in my spare time I like to have a hoot and-”

“YOUR VOICE! YOUR ACCURSED VOICE!”

“Oh boy, I get that a lot! I used to sound just like emperor Belos, who you don’t know, but maybe you know, but you probably don’t know, and then I realised he was giving really bad Juju, so I decided to reinvent myself after a corporate mascot, and I also learnt…” 

“Oh no.” Eda murmured. “He’s going-”

“Hooty, no!” Luz yelled, trying to pull him back. “Nobody wants that!”

It was too late. Setting back his Porta-hooty bag, Hootcifer rose to full height and begin to twist and wiggle like a creature of the dirt, coiling and crawling into all manner of grotesque shapes. 

“...to dance! Look at me, Mister Triangle! This is how I make friends! Hoot hoot! You see how I’m pretzel-shaped, but also heart-shaped? That’s because we’re going to be best friends!” 

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

“And then I look at yooou all seduuuuctive-liiiike!” 

“STOP! STOP, DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!” Bill snarled, throwing art therapy crayons desperately at the writhing mass of terrible, just utterly terrible bird-beast. 

“And then I start producing friendship mucus, just like this!”

The noises that followed had even the amphibian-hardened Calamity trio backing off in horror. Hooty began horking and sputtering in a way that caused his frame to bulge and quiver, the Porta-Hooty house bouncing from the floor in all manner of directions. 

“Oops! No, wait, that was just the remains of the rat I ate for lunch, hoot-hoot. Let me try again!” 

Bill Cipher was not known for his temperament. He grew increasingly livid at the frankly grotesque display, not least considering it had been Hooty to open this particular gateway, and not him.

Of course, that also got his scheming mind roaming. 

If this had been opened by the owl…tube…thing, it was being done under his own power. Not from the failed efforts of the Cipher Cult. No, this was (surprisingly, considering the entirely unhinged gyrations of the foul creature) an entirely more stable passage into the world. 

Snarling, his breath heaving, the triangular terror reached out for those glowing boundaries and began to pull. Electricity seemed to shoot in all directions, fizzing and sparking wildly, throwing papers across the room. 

Lightbulbs began to pop. The entirety of LA began to fizzle and flash. Ships began to rise from the water, BMW drivers started using their turn signals, and the smell of ozone began to fill the room. ITA bags, keychains and pin badges fell from their mountings and scattered across the Studio.

The very fabric of reality seemed to roll, quiver and wave, and a dull reverb filled every single one of our hero's ears. His temper completely depleted, Bill Cipher was now going whole hog. Quite literally ripping apart from the boundaries between worlds.

He was utterly, unemphatically enraged.

“ENOUGH OF THIS! NO MORE MISTER NICE GUY! I’M GOING TO DESTROY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR MOLECULES! I’M GOING TO DISASSEMBLE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU AT A CHEMICAL LEVEL! THIS IS THE ENDGAME!”

Tue Oct 8 '24 Announcement
about 1 month ago – Tue, Oct 08, 2024 at 02:02:06 PM

If you've already preordered an item from the BYEEE campaign, please check your emails for a secret link to your latest add-ons. This will unlock a reduced shipping rate for two returning items from the Cipher Cult Collection - Bipper and the Glitter Knight figure - and will allow you to add other items from the campaign thus far, too!

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“Dude. Are those, like, bone boots?”

“Eh, yeah. Kinda. They’re infused with the power of a continent that was once a walking monolithic demon that infused the entirety of our dimension with magic. They ended up building the entirety of civilization atop his decomposing, half-sunken corpse!”

Anne clapped her hands onto her cheeks with pupils like dinner plates. “...Dude. So cool.” 

It was fair to say that, for the most part, the meeting of the minds between each of the multiverses had been a pretty successful one. While the little house in LA was beginning to feel rather cramped (Polly had decided to claim the mug cupboard and was now refusing to leave), everybody was mostly finding things very agreeable. 

…Mostly. 

“I can’t stand these guys.” Sasha murmured, gesturing to the Pines family. “He keeps staring, she keeps throwing glitter everywhere, he smells like cheap cologne and keeps trying to sell us tickets to his weird little tourist trap and you keep simpering over the guy in the trenchcoat!” 

“He’s got such great sci-fi energy, you don’t get it.” Marcy whispered, framing an oblivious Ford Pines in her fingers. “It’s like an episode of Space-Gate in here, and I’m totally for it.” 

Sasha was absolutely certain Anne would provide some clarity to this whole fish-outta-water situation. She was to be sorely mistaken.

“Okay guys, so it turns out that the bone-boots girl is totally into it. Told you she wasn’t possessed. I mean, she’s sorta possessed. It’s a bit like she’s fused. Kinda reborn? Point is, I can’t pick ‘em up online.” 

“Y’know… I sometimes think I’m the only one here to pays any sort of attention.”

“Look, Sash relax. We’ve literally done all of this big climatic battle stuff before. I basically died for a frog dimension, you were a literal sword-toting tank-”

“HEY!”

“Oh come on, not like that! And Marcy-” 

There was a pause. 

Sasha and Anne both recalled moments when they were true warriors with an innate sense of pride. Marcy, compared to her two charismatic friends, wasn’t so eager to boast about those times she kicked ass, no matter how real they were.

Bill saw that. They don't call him an all-seeing eye for nothing, and he immediately senses an opportunity. Leaning in through that little rip in space-time, the tricksy little manipulator made Marcy’s blood run cold.  

“YA WANNA BE A WARRIOR, MARCORE?! WHY DONTCHA TAKE A LOOK AT THIS?!” He cackled, ripping open the fabric of reality with a sweep of his scheming hands.

Marcy stared blankly as a vortex opened ahead of her. No. No, this wasn’t her! This was never her! It couldn’t be! She’d been through plenty of therapy, been through plenty of self-reflection, and yet, at the hands of the triangle’s devilish manipulation, there it was. The one thing from Amphibia she was genuinely desperate to forget.

Darcy. Prancing proudly with that terrible laser scythe, a scheming grin upon her face. The Wu family’s pride and joy stares, her eyes like pindots, her knees rattling…

When Anne and Sasha both looped their arms around her shoulders.

“This yellow thing’s just another big, dumb jerk. Don’t let him play tricks on you, Marbles.”

She looked up, furrowed her brow... and cracked into a smile. Her voice still trembled - but it wasn't quite enough to erase that confidence deep in her heart.

"Y'know, Bill? You're real pathetic. Still holding a grudge when your little armageddon got ruined?"

"I'M NOT HOLDING A GRUDGE! THIS IS JUST WHAT I DO! I'M BILL CIPHER! I'M A BEING OF INFINITE ENERGY WITH NO WEAKNESS!"

"Sure thing, buddy. You know what I did when I realised what I'd been through? What I'd put myself through? What others did to me? I embraced it. I learned from it. I even ended up growing from it. And you know what? I think it's maybe time you did the same thing."

Anne snorted. "Yeah, you're just some maths reject who didn't get what he wanted!"

"A little kid throwing a tantrum because he couldn't take the world down with him." Sasha added with a grin that could just about stop any egomaniac in their tracks.

"I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!"

"Do you know, the funny thing about limbs is that they're way stronger when they're all bundled together. Think you can take on this?"

Marcy raised her wrist-mounted crossbow, pointing it with an almost disturbing amount of glee at Bill's big, round ocular. Sasha unsheathed a dagger. Anne raised a tennis racket. It was a bonafide stand-off! And while Bill had encountered many terrors, he was not quite prepared to face off against the brutality of three war-hardened teenage girls with absolutely nothing to lose.

The crossbow creaaaked...

The tension built.

A trickle of sweat ran down the demonic shape's panicked face...

And the portal slammed shut before another word could be uttered.

Marcy wiped a stray tear from her eye and took a deep breath, before embracing her two friends thankfully. As much as reliving these things can be difficult - as much as confronting old traumas can hurt - having your loved ones around you can certainly help. Even those most difficult of moments should never be forgotten.

“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh that was so cool!” Luz squealed. 

Mabel gripped her with almost obsessive enthusiasm. “I will swap my grappling hook for your crossbow thingy. I need it. You don’t understand how much I need it!!”

Dipper promptly grabbed his sister’s oversized turtleneck and pulled her away. “O-okayyy, let’s just take my sister well away from the crossbow thingy.” 

Meanwhile, in his increasingly stuffy cell, Bill Cipher glowered. He sat there on his fauxcrete floor, his eye seething with anger. Anger at the girls, anger at his restraints, anger at those damned Cipher Cultists that had utterly failed to bring him back. 

He wasn’t going to take this much longer...

Mon Oct 7 '24 Announcement
about 1 month ago – Mon, Oct 07, 2024 at 01:11:24 PM

If you've already preordered an item from the BYEEE campaign, please check your emails for a secret link to your latest add-ons. This will unlock a reduced shipping rate for two returning items from the Cipher Cult Collection - Bipper and the Glitter Knight figure - and will allow you to add other items from the campaign thus far, too!

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That tiny split in space-time organized by the Cipher Cult had plenty of ripple effects, across California. It briefly started raining rats and frogs, at one point San Francisco started smelling lemony fresh (that’s when you know something’s wrong) and for a brief while, Grunkle Stan even considered making a donation to charity. 

...A brief while, but a while all the same. 

Luckily, the Cipher Cult was not what you'd call experienced (rumour has it they were just ordinary folks trying home rituals and wearing funky jewellery) and they fumbled a lot of their summoning in a pretty big way. In particular, when they tried to call Bill back to Earth, they messed up a couple of code words and created the equivalent of interdimensional mouseholes - tiny little popped stitches of space-time that offered the demon a small reprieve from Theraprism, but not much.

They were, to the interdimensional demon, utterly pathetic. Like trying to tie someone up with sewing thread.

He'd take whatever he could get, though, even if it was a struggle. I mean, have you tasted Theraprism grub? It's like fishsticks, but worse. Because they're tiny planets. Tiny alien planet fishsticks. Gross.

He tried everything to make it work. He tried to wriggle through one portal, tried biting through another, and he even threw crayons out of one in the hope it might catch that weird familiar-sounding dog-demon in the eye. All to no avail.

Finally, our beleaguered villain decided the one thing he could try was getting hold of a host. And when you've been possessed by Bill once, it's never too difficult for him to get back in...

Dipper was busy staring at Sasha Waybright when it happened. (He's never been quite the same since that dealio at Northwest Manor. Something about blondes, according to his sister.) Unforseen to him, a miniature portal opened up behind his head, swirling like a glowing plughole. An inky black noodle-arm reached out, tiny fingers splayed wide - and grabbed the back of his head.

"Dipper! Look out!" Ford, yelled. He whipped out his laser gun in the blink of an eye! Ford was no stranger to being quick on the draw...

... But this time, he wasn't quite quick enough.

The sweaty Pines twin turned round with a shrill laugh and glowing yellow eyes, twitching and glitching through the tenuous little puppet strings Bill was desperately trying to pull. On the upside, Bill's struggled attempt to create a protective exoskeleton created a very fashionable hoodie.

Mabel stared in disbelief as Dipper fell foul of that Illuminati monster and immediately jumped to the occasion, popping on her favourite bike helmet and rapidly fashioning a loyal steed out of papier mache. Never doubt a Mabel Pines craft session.

"Give me my brother back, you stupid nacho!"

"NACHO?! You don't wanna try taking a bite outta me, iron-jaws!"

"Oh it is so on!"

What Mabel might lack in magic powers, advanced scientific theory and powerful punches, she more than makes up for in sheer will, determination, and her belief that all people are intrinsically good. In that sense, she might as well have be one of the strongest of the Pines clan. While Ford raised his shock gloves with a furrowed brow, and Stan tried to think of a way to not punch his great-nephew (grephew?) in the face, Mabel threw glitter at him and gave him the sincere sibling hug of his life.

That vice-like grip was enough to split those straining strands of time and space - and with a single pinging sound, Dipper dropped to the floor, much to the irritation of the triangle beyond.

"I WILL NOT BE BEATEN BY LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. WHAT IS THIS, A DISNEY FLICK?!"

Stan loomed over the portal with a devilish grin, raising a meaty, brass-adorned fist. "No idea what that is chief. They sure ain't here."

"NO! NO! NOT THE EYE-"

THWACK!!

The miniature vortex snapped shut on impact - it is was only sheer luck and extremely skilled thievin' reflexes that it didn't take off Stan's hand. (Though hey, matching limbs with Marilyn, right? There's gotta be an in there.)

Eda Clawthorne, who had been spending her time avoiding her ex-husband's glance throughout this entire adventure, finally cleared her throat, stepped forward and nudged the glittery Pines twin with interest. "How'dja know that'd work?"

"I didn't."

"Ya just...threw yourself into it, huh?"

"Sibling hugs fix everything!"

"Heh. Ya met the kid yet? Hey, Luz! C'mere, come say hi."

It seems that every attempt Bill made to tear the group apart only brought them closer together...

Sun Oct 6 '24 Announcement
about 1 month ago – Sun, Oct 06, 2024 at 01:12:23 PM

Congratulations! The portal is fizzing, the light is glaring...and you've just unlocked two old men who probably smell like leather and cigar smoke.

FORD PINES: THE TRAVELLER

When his peaceful day writing about Quack-quarks (supposedly one of the most important elementary particles of the fabled Duck Matter) is interrupted by an interdimensional portal, and familiar, cacophonic laughter, Ford is the first to recognise what’s happening. 

He had heard rumours of this crazy ‘Cipher Cult’ and their love of tributing the triangular menace down in California but never dared to think the kooks would successfully tear open space-time. Or, at the very least, pop a couple of its stitches. 

With a face like thunder, he took on his ‘travelling’ clothes, and dove in. Whatever happened here, he was going to put it right. Preferably for the last time. 

Now, he’s here in California - carrying a belt of palismans and a somewhat perturbed young frog with him. Armed with a collection of multi-dimensional lasers, a bag of jellybeans and all manner of glyphs astride his jacket, he’s certain that if he and Bill meet again, it’ll be in hell. 

Though he’s personally not convinced of the concept. After spending many years cataloguing alternate dimensions and the fabric of space-time, his hypothesis ultimately- 

Right, right....

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Our Infinity Warrior stands at a whopping 8 inches (20cm) tall and comes complete with Sprig on his bag and a collection of Palismans. With his dramatic, stony-faced stance, it’s obvious that the Traveller really means business. He’s also supplied with an exclusive, extra-large base, with magnets for easy affixing, and a magical light-up infinity mirror - in which his nemesis lurks, ready to strike.

BRASS TACKS STAN

Stan nursed his head as he picked himself up from the Studio Bad Egg Studio floor, muttering all kinds of expletives. He always always seemed to land face-down. If it wasn’t for the Pines family nose he’d have flattened his noggin by now. 

Wait. 

Is that?

Marilyn? 

No way. No freakin’ way. 

The old man went completely silent, and with a Grunkle so fond of his dodgy pick-up lines and trademark Yuck-’em-ups, that was no mean feat. What is he supposed to say? What is he supposed to do? 

He stared blankly at the silver-haired woman across the room. Sure, she’s a little - uh - harpier than he remembered ‘er, but he’d recognise that gold tooth and the snort laugh anywhere. He was already planning to kick that triangle sucker into next week - protecting the kids was second nature to him. But now his ex-wife was here?

Oh, he was gonna kick ass and look great doin’ it. It was time to turn on the seduction and impress the Owl Lady to the extreme. The question was how?

…Well hey, everybody loves a hero, right?

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Commemorating Grunkle Stan with such a distraction was a challenge, but we’re content that our 8” figure is one of the best ways we could do it. When we were drawing out our plans for him, he donned his brass knuckles and told us we ‘sure as hell better make him look good in front of his ex’, and slid us a rather crude pencil sketch on a serviette from Greasy’s Diner. 

We had to rework it quite a bit to get him uh… suitable for sale. But this is the result. Rather than being 100% accurate to Stan himself, this is kinda Stan in his own image. We have to admit it’s super impressive. Rumour has it that even Eda had to fan herself when confronted by it.

Our ENORMOUS 8” tall Buff Stanley comes complete with his shirt torn, glistening muscles on display, and brass knuckles primed, ready to punch that triangle “straight back into next Tuesday! And by next Tuesday I mean space-jail or somethin’.”

GET YOUR FIGURES TODAY! Ford is limited - while you can pick up as many Stans as you like. He ain't passin' up a profit, ya hear?!

GET YOUR OLD MEN NOW!

Already backed? Check your emails - including your spam folder - to unlock combined shipping!

Website keeps crashing or throwing up errors? Keep trying - trust us, it'll get there!

Planning to do terrible, terrible things to the figures? Don't. Ya freaks.

Sun Oct 6 '24 Announcement
about 1 month ago – Sun, Oct 06, 2024 at 12:32:01 PM

Hey!

If you receive this message, we are dead.

...Dead tired of IndieGoGo’s multiple woes across the day. Rumour has it that Bill Cipher, realising that everybody was assembling to defeat him, started pulling out cables, setting fire to servers - all that jazz. Cheeky triangle. 

We’re really sorry and know how frustrating it's been - but we’re back online, and we want to help you unlock the rest of the multiverse for less. As promised, you can now get an old man (or two! Perhaps three?) in your house with reduced shipping if you've already backed the campaign.

If you've already preordered an item from the BYEEE campaign, please check your emails at around 12:45PM PST for a secret link to your latest add-ons. This will unlock a reduced shipping rate for perhaps the most highly anticipated parts of the collection - Ford Pines: The Traveller, Brass Tacks Stan, and the Cipher Shack Pin, and will allow you to add other items from the campaign thus far, too!

This should hopefully reduce confusion about adding more items without charging you double the postage. If you don't get your email, please let us know and we'll get onto you as soon as we can!

Of course, if you haven't backed yet, Ford and Stan will be reaching you at the ordinary time - 1PM PST!

Thanks so much for your patience, your interest in the campaign and for being the amazing fans you are. Stan Pines permits you to have one (1) toffee peanut.

Only one, though.