Journal Number Four

by storyman123123

Takes place after Gideon Rises. With Gideon in prison, the Pines twins' summer life finally seemed normal. However, as Dipper pursues an inconsistency in Gideon's final plot, he uncovers something much bigger - and much more dangerous. Now, in order to save their beloved Gravity Falls, the twins must engage a familiar enemy threatening to destroy their way of life. NO PINECEST

1. Soos's Birthday

Disclaimer: All rights go to Disney. I do not own Gravity Falls, or any of the characters.

"C'mere, Soos! I need to talk to you about something," shouted Grunkle Stan from the cash register counter of the Mystery Shack. His scratchy voice reverberated through the house, and soon enough, the big handyman came lumbering into the lobby of the Shack.

"Sit down, Soos," said Grunkle Stan. Soos's usual bright smile started to fade. "Um, Mr. Pines? Am I in trouble?" he asked, the fear prominent in his voice.

"What? No, no! I'm here to talk to you about something else," Grunkle Stan replied, annoyed. Soos breathed out heavily, the relief visible on his face.

"Well, Soos, your birthday's comin' up," said Grunkle Stan, pacing slightly behind the counter. "And I know I say I'm a man of mystery, but for the life of me I don't know what'll make you happier than you already are. So tell me. What do you want for your birthday?"

"To be your son! Adopt me!" yelled Soos ecstatically, rushing over to squeeze Stan as hard as he could.

"Okay, let me rephrase that," Stan managed to gasp out through Soos's crushing embrace. "What do you want within reason?"

"To be your son! Adopt me!" yelled Soos again, squeezing harder.

Annoyed, Stan freed himself with difficulty and dusted himself off. "Fine. Plan B. Anything you want besides that?"

Soos sat on the floor with a thump! and scratched his sparse goatee. "Well Mr. Pines, I've always wanted to put a holiday into action. You see, my abuelita doesn't feel as good as she used too. It's hard for her to take care of the house at all, let alone make any of my childhood favorite foods. So it'd be cool if the gang could get together and make our own feast, every night for eight nights, focusing on a favorite food from my childhood. It would be like Hanukkah, but with Mexican food. Mexifoodukkah!" Soos finished triumphantly.

"Whew! I don't know, Soos; that's gonna take a heck of a lot of energy!" breathed Stan exasperatedly. "But better than having you crush me again, I guess. Alright, let's do it!"