I don't own Gravity Falls or Danny Phantom. Finished the chapter! I still have no idea where I'm going with this, but I have a few more ideas now. The next chapter might take a bit, since I'm gonna wait until more episodes are out so I can better grasp the characters, the environment, and determine what beastie should appear. I honestly wanted to do the Jersey Devil, but they aren't anywhere near Jersey, so that one's out. Got a list of cryptids though! So you can be sure it'll be something fun.

Also I haven't written anything in like 2 years, so if this is terrible I apologize. And, this is my first fanfiction so bear with me.

Welcome to Gravity Falls

"I can't believe your parents dragged us all the way to Oregon for some stupid Ghost hunting convention." Sam scoffed as we trudged through the thick pine needles layered across the forest floor, crunching under every step. The woods were dense, but not overgrown, and every so often, we'd pass a wooden sign nailed to a tree with some sort of directional arrow or saying. Most of them mentioned what we assumed to be a shop of some kind.

"I can't believe your parents actually let you go, considering they pretty much hate me and my family." I retorted. Sam's family never liked the Fentons. A family of crazy Ghost Hunters didn't fit their idea of good company. The fact that her parents had high standards for companions, didn't help.

I was about to add in that it was her choice to come with us, when…

"Yeah, well, motives aside, I'm more interested in where we are. Are you sure this is the way to town? Can we take a break or something? You guys know I'm not cut out for this kind of exertion." Tucker interrupted.

And he was right. Being a techo-geek, the forest is not his place. It wasn't even his idea, it was Sam's. Tucker had protested the idea until she kicked him in the shin for saying something he shouldn't have. Then he promptly agreed to dodge the wrath of the goth he hadn't meant to rile up in an argument that had quickly gotten off topic.

My two best friends, Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley, (call her 'Samantha' though, and you'll be in a world of hurt) a strong-willed fit vegan who adores nature, and her polar opposite; a carnivorous technophile who prefers to stay indoors and gets winded easily. A tech-free zone, like the middle of the forest for instance, is pretty much his worst nightmare. I'm sure that if his cell phone couldn't pick up the faint signal it has been, he would've gone nuts for being off his PDA for so long.

The two commonly argue about their preferred eating habits, among other things, and I have to jump in and separate them, being the mediator in our trio of friends.

Needless to say, the fact that no arguments have sprung up for the short time we've been walking is nothing short of a miracle.

"Tucker, we've been walking for ten minutes." Sam deadpanned. "And yes, I'm sure."

"It's been a long ten minutes." Tucker replied. He was about to say something else before I cut him off.

"Guys, road." I said as I pointed to the stony, dirt path peeking out from just beyond the treeline. "How about we keep going until there at least? If we see a town or something we'll stop when we get to town, if nothing we'll break there." The two nodded as we changed direction and headed for the path. Casual conversation picked up as we wondered where exactly we were now and how close we were to our intended destination. All we knew was that if we didn't want to stay for the convention, we had to leave quickly, and leave quickly we did.

The convention was to take place in a tent set up on the outskirts of a town called Gravity Falls, so of course, we were headed to town. We had snuck off only moments after Jazz was taken by my parents to be paraded around as their 'beloved daughter' to the other hunters. We knew the three of us were next, being their son and his two 'ghost hunting' buddies, so we ran out of the building and left a note on the RV. Man, if they knew that the three of us really fought ghosts, we'd never hear the end of it. They were always going on about making us their apprentices.

Before long, we reached the road, and were greeted by a lovely sign that blended into the surroundings surprisingly well. More specifically, I tripped over a tree root and ran right into it. Of course something like this couldn't go unnoticed by my friends. After assuring them that I was fine, then getting them to quit laughing, we walked around to the other side of the relatively small billboard.

"Welcome to Gravity Falls" Tucker read aloud. "Well, I guess we're finally in Gravity Falls."

Leave it to Tucker to state the obvious. "And why couldn't we have taken the road here? Was it really necessary to go through that jungle?"

"If we took the road, you would have died. The path was longer." I replied, stepping out of the roadside grass and onto the dirt heading towards town. Tucker knew why we hadn't taken the road when we left, he was just stalling so he didn't have to walk anymore immediately. "C'mon, I wanna see what this 'Mystery Shack' is. And we can grab something to eat."

We continued on, following the road, and began wondering what Gravity Falls was like. It couldn't be THAT different from Amity considering they funded a convention for Ghost Hunters. But it also didn't have paved roads, which was something we weren't as used to. How many people believed in ghosts here? Or were Ghost Hunters considered nuts here too? We knew next to nothing about the place, we didn't even have a proper map. We pinpointed the routes to Gravity Falls in the RV's GPS before we left, so we could have easily gotten lost. In which case, I would've promptly gone ghost and gotten us out of there. Did I mention I was half-ghost? Well, I am. Long story, but I can change from human to ghost at will. Bit of a problem when your parents hunt ghosts. I'm currently their main target, not that they know it's me, but still.

The first building we noticed when we got into town was Greasy's Diner. The roads were still dirt, but there was now a sidewalk, which was a pleasant surprise. We were about to stop by to get a bite to eat, since we had skipped breakfast due to an incident with the morning's ham coming to life, when we noticed a closed sign hanging from the window. Figures. Upon further inspection, it seemed the owner was sick and the diner was hence closed today since only one member of the staff had showed up, and they refused to man the diner alone.

We sat down on the curb for a few minutes to rest before Tucker started complaining again. Immediately he dug out one of his PDAs and checked for any sort of connection. To his dismay, nothing.

"What do you think the people will be like?" I asked, trying to spark up another conversation.

Sam looked at me and promptly replied, "Like people."

Well, that was the end of that conversation. "Fine, well then, do you think there'll be any ghosts here?"

We sat thinking about it for a minute before Tucker piped up, "Naturally, or drawn by you or your folks?"

"Either."

"You're gonna get natural portals everywhere, man. So who knows? I doubt we'll see anyone we're used to here though. We're pretty far out of the way from Amity. I can't see any of those guys stalking you all the way here."

"Unless," Sam began, "Your parents decided to bring a portable ghost portal." She paused, then looked at me. "They didn't, did they?"

I shook my head no. "I made sure that whatever portals they did pack, ended up back in the house."

"Well then." She said, getting up, "This should be a ghost-free vacation then, right? And even if one did show up, there's an entire convention of Ghost Hunters that can take care of it."

I nodded, and followed suit. Tucker complained but got up as well, and we headed further into town. There wasn't anything special, a bike shop, a lake (or at least large signs hinting at a lake), a post office, things you would find in any town; and after a few more breaks for Tucker, we decided to head straight to the Mystery Shack which was advertised throughout the place. By now, the small segment of paved road had come and gone and we were once again heading into the woods on a dirt trail, following the plentiful signs that adorned the trees bordering the path.

After a few minutes of walking, a shabby building that read "Mystery Hack" came into view. The 'S' for shack had fallen onto the roof. Everything about the building screamed "Tourist Trap!" from the way it was set up, to the signs and people crowed around it. It seemed like there was some sort of event going on, and there was a red headed teen lazily sitting at a table collecting the entry fee for it. The three of us got in line to ask what was going on.

"Hey, welcome to the Mystery Shack's 'Ghostapalooza', it's $20 to enter the event, and another $20 if you'd like to see the Mystery Shack's museum and visit the giftshop." She droned lazily, she had her feet on the makeshift desk next to a paybox and her nose in a magazine of some kind. You could tell she's been reciting the same line all day.

Decked out in a black and tan bomber hat, jeans and a green plaid shirt. A pair of muddy rainboots completed the ensemble. She looked about our age, so naturally, before we even reached her, Tucker was preparing to flirt.

When we finally reached the table, Tucker stepped up to speak, but was quickly silenced by Sam, via elbow to the ribcage. She then turned and addressed the teen, "We heard what you said before we got here, no need to repeat it. We were wondering what this place is exactly. You said it was a museum?" The girl looked up from her book and nodded. "Museum of what?"

"The supernatural." She stated simply before putting her feet down and sitting naturally in her chair. "Ya' see, Gravity Falls is known for it's supernatural museum and weird, unexplainable things happening, and the Mystery Shack collects anything and everything that can be used to sell that bologna." We shared a look, clearly she was letting us in that this entire thing was a hoax, but after the things we see in Amity Park everyday, who knows what part of it is hoax, and if there's anything truthful to it that people just assumed was a hoax. I was about to ask about it when the girl spoke up again. "I honestly thought everything here was fake, I mean, there's no denying the weird stuff around here, but it wasn't until me and my friends came face to face with a couple of real ghosts," My shoulders drooped. Well there goes the idea of a ghost-free vacation. "That I really wondered how much of it was fake."

We nodded.

"We come from a ghost-infested town, so we were wondering that exact same thing." Sam spoke up and then pointed to me. "This one's actually the son of some ghost hunters in town for that convention." She paused. "I'm Sam."

"Wendy." The girl replied and turned to me. "Ghost hunters, huh?"

"Yeah, it's a real joy." I said sarcastically. "Honestly, I think my parents create more ghost trouble than they clear up." She didn't need to know they were the number one cause of ghost related problems in Amity, due to the portal they built and my dad's incessant need to leave it open. "I'm Danny, by the way."

"And I'm Tucker Foley." Here it comes. "T.F, for too fine." He smirked as Wendy rolled her eyes.

"Well, are you guys going in, then?" She asked. The three of us deliberated over it for a minute, then decided.

"It's not like we have anything else to do." I finally said. She nodded, "And we don't want to go back to that convention. My sister's suffering enough for all of us."

She smiled "Well, if you promise to tell me how much of it's fake, I'll let the three of you slide on just $40, for all of you. Grunkle Stan doesn't need to know."

"Grunkle?" Tucker questioned. "Don't you mean, Uncle?"

"Nope, it's Grunkle." Me and Tucker were confused for a moment, yet Sam seemed unfazed at the odd title. "He's the owner." She quickly added.

Sam noticed the look on our faces as we tried to figure out what Grunkle could probably mean, so she clarified that it stood for "Great Uncle" and that she'd heard it used before by some of her relatives. Now that I knew what it meant, it was hard to stop from slapping myself, it sounded so obvious.

Then again...there's a reason I'm a C student.

"Thanks a lot, but…couldn't you lose your job over this?" Sam questioned. Money wasn't really an issue. Sam was filthy rich, if there was anything we couldn't afford here she'd spot us until we could pay her back.

"It's not like he checks to see if the money adds up to the amount of people here or anything. So long as nobody says anything about it, there won't be any problems." Wendy explained. I get the feeling that she didn't follow too many of 'Grunkle Stan's' rules.

Not wanting to argue away a discount we split the $40 between us and headed beyond the desk and into a long tent displayed off to the left. It was filled to the brim with ghost memorabilia, from balls of 'ectoplasm' which was really just specially blown glass, to T-shirts and posters. The larger stuff, like on display wax models and ancient tomes, had stanchions around them to stop children and wandering hands from ruining them. The kicker here, was that everything, and I mean everything, was for sale. The larger objects were set up for an auction later in the week, complete with calling numbers adorned from the stanchion ropes. My parents would have a field day in here.

What really pulled it together though was the atmosphere. It was dark for the most-part, minus white lights set up around the tent to display the merchandise. Green lights hung from the top of the tent rods, to create more of a supernatural feeling. All in all, they didn't do a bad job. It was enough to fool anybody who didn't deal with the stuff on a daily basis.

Fortunately for the Mystery Shack, thanks to the ghost convention, tons of gullible fools and amateur or incompetent hunters would soon be flocking to this place, and would buy up everything. How do I know this? My dad's one of them. There are two things in his life he loves enough to spend an entire month's allowance of vacation money on. Ghosts, and fudge. Since fudge is easier to come by, and they spend whatever's left over on parts for their inventions, we rarely have enough money to go on extended family vacations. Any money to make the 'extended' part of it, gets spent in the first day.

Mom's a bit more careful with the money spending, but even she can't keep a handle on dad, especially when she's as obsessed with ghosts as he is. Luckily for our budget, she's pickier with what she buys. If it's authentic though, or looks authentic, anyways; she'll spend as much as dad will, if not more.

This is why Jazz is handling their budget for the next week. Sam, Tuck, and I, each got $100 to spend on food and the like while we're out, and whatever we brought with us to spend on whatever we wanted. Jazz did too, but I get the feeling she won't be buying anything for the next four hours. Or less if she can manage to sneak away.

We left out the end of that tent, and went straight into another one. The tents were attached by an unattractive patch made of a blue tarp. We assumed it was to prevent people from running away with the merchandise.

This tent was large and square, the lights were on, and it gave off more of a shop feel. There were bookshelves and aisles set-up, filled with anything ghost-related you could imagine. Serious books from people who had studied ghosts, including a few written by my parents, picture-books for children, young adult chapter books, even an 'adult' bookshelf. I didn't even want to know about those.

The three of us split up, Tucker went straight for the magazines, Sam went over to look at the nearest 'nonfiction' bookshelf to see if there was anything useful, and I just started going through the shelves of ghostly snow globes and stuffed blobs. They even had ghostly candles. I looked for an Ember one, since that would be very fitting, with her firey hair and all, but of course, the only ghosts here were going to be Halloween-level ghosts. The simple bed sheets, or banshees you usually see around the holiday. Nothing special. It's not like anyone really knew Ember was a ghost to begin with, though; not to mention, this isn't Amity Park, so why would they have ghosts prone to haunting Amity?

I guess I figured that since Amity was becoming more and more famous for certain regulars, that the ghosts would be getting as famous as the town within the community of ghost collectors and whatnot.

I went along the shelves until I came to a set of figurines. I stopped and picked one up; they were your average collectible figurines, made of plastic, with a tiny circular stand that attached to the bottom of it. The thing that made me stop and get a closer look, was that they were all bed sheet ghosts. The names scrawled on the front of the stands in claw-mark fonts read stupid puns, like 'Ghoolio', the bed sheet ghost with sunglasses; or 'Ghastly Claws', which wore a Santa hat. I was half expecting to find a figure of Oogie Boogie hidden within the other figures.

The poses were slightly different for each one, but the expressions were exactly the same. All happy. That was a pleasant surprise. I was still digging through the figures to see what other holidays and people were mutilated into these cheaply-made figures, when Tucker called me out of my trance. I set down the three figures I was holding as he called again.

"C'mon dude, you gotta see this!" I quickly ran over to him and Sam who had gotten there as I was messing around. He quickly held out a copy of 'Paranormal monthly' which sported a nice picture of my face. I paled.

I grabbed it out of his hands, it was a picture of me and my sister; Our parents behind us with their arms held out in a fashion befitting a magician after a trick. I can just hear them shouting, "Surprise!"

The headline read "Fentons get panel at the Ghastlycon" and in smaller text, "Ask the world's leading experts on ghosts whatever you want to know!" I was dumbstruck. When did they send this photo in? Why did it have to be a family photo, they sent in? We never agreed to this! Once again, Tucker broke me out of my thoughts.

"Look, man, if you turn to page 25, you can take a quiz to see if you'll make it as a ghost hunter!" I glared at him.

"Not funny, Tuck. How would you like your face on the cover of a ghost hunting magazine? And a national one at that?" Sam grabbed the magazine out of my hands and flipped through it, to reveal an article, on none other than my other half. Apparently while I was out of it, she was reading the highlights on the cover. The title was of course, "Inviso-bill, hero or hoodlum".

"Hear the facts from the mouths of local citizens from Amity Park, and the Fentons themselves." She read aloud before flipping through the article. The next time she spoke, she spoke in a quieter tone, "Well, there's only one relatively good photo of you, and it's from the back during a battle with Skulker. The others are either blurred from movement or while you were going intangible. Nothing to connect you with that." She closed the magazine and pointed to my face. I sighed with relief.

"Speaking of that," she continued, her finger still on the magazine picture of me, "How did it happen?" It was obvious to anybody that this picture was taken recently, since we were next to the wall calendar. And it was dated today. Right day, right year, and a huge red circle surrounding today's date with "CON" written in red in big letters. I smacked my forehead. How could we have missed that?

As if on cue, Sam's other hand moved so she could tap the calendar in the background. I sighed. "Last month, you remember when I wasn't allowed to come over for some family gathering?" They nodded as Sam lowered the magazine. "Well, our aunt and some of our cousins were over, and because they rarely visit, they said they wanted a family photo of us. Now, my aunt on my dad's side is a professional photographer, so we didn't think anything of it, just went over for the picture to get it over with." I scratched the back of my neck, a habit of mine. "I'm guessing it was all staged for this stupid thing." I removed my hand and gestured to the magazine. "They knew we'd never have agreed to be on a ghost hunting magazine on our own." Jazz was going to be furious.

I sighed and took the magazine from Sam. "I'm buying this." Both my friends looked at me in disbelief. I held up the magazine, "Something tells me Jazz won't be too pleased to see this either. And I'm going to make sure she sees it. We're going to have a nice talk with our parents." A look of realization appeared on their faces before we all smirked and went back to browsing.

Nothing much else in the shop seemed to interest us, a corner of the tent was dedicated to Halloween themed items, such as bats, ravens, tombstones, which of course, Sam spent the rest of the time in the shop before we left, in.

Leaving through a door off to the very right of the entrance, we finally reached the shack of the Mystery Shack, and the wonders within it. We ended up in a group with several other people, and had to wait for a few more before the group could move into the museum. When we left with Stan who had come to collect us, an employee named Soos kept the next group behind the lines until our tour was over.

The start of it, wasn't anything special. A few paintings of cryptid creatures, and then a stuffed Pterodactyl that was clearly fake. Well, clear to the three of us, I should say. The other tourists were eating it up.

The next creature was a Jackalope, which looked to be made out of a rabbit, deer antlers and a beaver, of all things. Of course this one looked real, but then again, it was probably just made of real animals. Real or not, it made Sam cringe, so it was realistic enough, I guess.

After a few other beasts, we made it to the Sascrotch. Think of Bigfoot in briefs. Naturally, the three of us burst out laughing, and quickly got yelled at by Stan and the other tourists for, "not showing respect for such a mighty creature," which didn't help and made us laugh harder.

When we moved on, we were in the gift shop at the end of the tour, and Stan had ended up behind the cash register. We looked around again, taking in the sights, large crystals, stone tablets, your average merchandise, a Gryphon head trophy, a mermaid skeleton in a fish tank, even a deer head trophy with batwings for ears. The shop itself was stocked with items that were…well they were interesting. I don't know what it was, but something in this shop gave me the creeps. And when you're a half-ghost hybrid who fights all kinds of dangerous ghosts on a daily basis, it's not easy to get creeped out.

Eventually we found ourselves at the temporary ghost section where we were hit with another surprise. Danny Phantom. Danny Phantom figurines, Danny Phantom stuffed toys, Danny Phantom shirts. And my friends were buying one of everything. I couldn't help but let out a groan, and mumbled, "I didn't approve any of this." which caused them both to let out a small laugh.

"C'mon, Danny, get something for your sister, it's not like we have any of this stuff back in Amity." Tucker reasoned. He was obviously amused by the fact that I not only have a fan club in Amity Park, consisting of the very people who hate Fenton, mind you; but a fan club that had to be much larger than that for merchandise to have been made. I picked up one of the stuffed Me's, and looked it over. The tag said, "Amity park's hero, Danny Phantom."

"Well, at least they got my name right." I mumbled absentmindedly. I looked back the shelves to see an 'Invisobill' stationary set. Well that lasted long, I thought. "Who the heck funded all this garbage?" I said a little louder.

"Maybe Vlad did, to annoy you." Sam offered, I rolled my eyes. There wasn't a mention of Vladco. on any of this junk, but I wouldn't put it past him. Annoyed by the weird feeling of staring at tiny versions of myself, and completely ignoring the weird vibes I got from the shop itself; I headed over to check out, Sam and Tucker following behind, their arms full of my memorabilia.

I put the magazine and doll on the desk, and went to get out my wallet, when Stan did a double take from the magazine to me. "What?" I asked before I realized I was on the magazine, "Oh yeah." I grumbled and dug into my pockets once again. The sound of movement caught my attention and I saw Sam and Tuck head over to another register manned by a kid. He looked maybe ten, and I wondered why a ten year old was allowed to work a register.

"So, kid." Stan called to me.

I looked up from my wallet and waited, he looked like he was about to speak when a tiny girl jumped up out of the blue from behind the counter and scared the crap out of the both of us. Stan grabbed his chest, and I jumped, we both yelped, which caused everyone to look at us. Luckily, there weren't many people left in the store besides the three of us and the staff. "Hey!" She shouted. "You're that guy! On the magazine!" I nodded, still in a bit of shock. She turned her attention to Stan, "Grunkle Stan! He's from that ghost convention! Can we go if we go with him? Pleeeeease?!"

Stan sighed and pinched his nose, "Yeah, C'mon Grunkle Stan, we've been working here all day." The kid from the other register pleaded; Stan looked over at him and scowled. "Plus we can advertise the Mystery Shack and draw in more customers." he quickly added. It was as if a cash register dawned in Stan's eyes.

"Yeah, sure, go go. Make sure you hand out these flyers." He pulled out a stack of flyers and set them down next to the register. "And cash those kids out, before ya' go." He moved out of the way as the girl walked up to the register to cash me out in lightning speed. Granted I only had two items, but still.

"I'm Mabel." She smiled, "That's my brother Dipper." She pointed to the kid at the other register. "And that'll be $23.50." And she bagged the magazine and toy as I bent to the floor to pick up my wallet, which I dropped in the confusion.

"I'm Danny, and that's Tucker and Sam." I said pointing at them when I said their names, and then handed her the money. She gave me back the change and was about to say something, when I yelled at Tucker to come over and cash out since we'd be here a while if they both had to go through the same line. I hadn't realized she was about to speak until I was mid-sentence, so I apologized for interrupting and then stepped out of the way so Tucker could get through.

I ended up waiting for three minutes because some of the Danny Phantom stuff wasn't tagged I guess. Sam finished before Tucker, and both her and Dipper came over to sit near me on the floor next to, you guessed it. The wall of me. Which, just so happened to be close to the exit.

One look at Mabel and Dipper and you could tell they were siblings, not something easily recognizable between me and Jazz. They both had brown hair and the same face shape, Jazz and I couldn't look any more different. I noticed that Dipper's attire seemed to fit the rest of Oregon's woodland feel, a blue vest, orange T-shirt, shorts, and a hat from the shop. Mabel's…not so much. A bright blue shirt with a kitten on it, a headband, and a short skirt. Her outfit looked as out of place in the woods as I felt throughout this entire ordeal. I mean, really. A ghost at a ghost hunter's convention? My life was at stake just being there, and now we had to go back with these kids. Great.

How did we get into this mess? I don't want to go back to that place, and I doubt Sam or Tucker do either. Maybe we could get these kids to give us a tour of Gravity Falls or something…

"So, you two are coming back to the convention with us, huh?" Sam asked to break the silence. "Does that mean we're responsible for the two of you?" A good question. If we were, this could spell disaster if anything happened at the convention, or if a ghost showed up and I had to fight it.

"I doubt it." Dipper replied. "We're both 12 and Grunkle Stan doesn't really watch us to begin with. The only reason we weren't allowed to go sooner was because there was no one to watch the shop."

"Wouldn't there be no one to watch the shop now?" I asked.

"He'll probably just drag Soos out of the tent to come watch the shop. He managed this place just fine before we got here." Another awkward silence.

"Does this place ever give you the heebie-jeebies?"

Without looking away from whatever he was focused on, he replied, "All the time." After a bit of a pause and a look of concern from Sam in my direction, he continued, "Though I usually get it out in the woods. And there's usually a reason for it."

"Reason?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah. Like the supernatural stuff in the shop is fake, but the rumors of that kind of stuff living around here isn't." After a small pause, he looked over at me and frowned. "You think I'm crazy don't you?"

I shook my head, "No, we don't. I was just wondering what made you think you could tell us and not think you were crazy. We're not from around here."

"Mabel said you were from that ghost convention. And you bought all that ghost stuff." He gestured to the bags. "Where are you from exactly?"

"Amity Park, Illinois. The town known for being infested with ghosts." I paused. "Believe me, we've run into our fair share of the supernatural."

Before I could add anything else, a distinct "Hey guys!" came from Mabel as her and Tucker walked over. Now that I could see exactly how many bags each of them had bought, I guessed Tucker bought some of that junk for Jazz. He had two bags where Sam had one.

"We ready to go?" She asked excitedly. I had a bad feeling about her and Sam's personalities clashing. Sam didn't do well with the brighter side of the personality spectrum. Her and her parents' daily wars are proof of that. Then again, her and Jazz seemed to get along well, now, so I guess anything is possible.

I nodded, and then spoke. "Could you guys give us a bit of a tour around? Ya'know, before we walk into the convention hall?"

"You mean, before we march off to our doom?" Tucker corrected.

"Yes. That."

The twins looked at us confused, so Sam explained. "We snuck out of there before Danny's parents could effectively parade us around as the ghost hunting apprentices they think we are. His sister was caught. We couldn't save her."

"I don't know if she'll make it out of there alive." I said with as much seriousness as I could muster. Mabel laughed.

"Okie Dokie! We'll show you around first, and then you'll show us around the convention." She bargained. The three of us groaned. We were hoping we could just skip the convention, since we get enough of ghosts back home. The universe is never kind to us.

"Fine." We all answered simultaneously. There was no way out of this now. We were going to that convention, and we didn't have much choice in the matter. This was going to be a long day.

First chapter, done!

I don't know anything about the second chapter except that it'll be in Dipper's POV because everything in Danny's view seems boring.

And they think differently. Dipper's smart; Danny, not so much.

Man, after writing so many essays, writing in first person is hard. Maybe chapter 3 on might be 3rd person. I don't know. I'm really just making this up as I go along.

Feel free to bring up errors, and review please!

Oh and this whole, no indenting thing, is killing me.

Also, a big thank you to ChopSuzi for correcting me on the whole Grunkle meaning Great Uncle issue.