Dear Journal, I layed down on my bed and stared at the clock, wondering if the seconds could pass any slower. Mabel and Grunkle Stan had been gone for hours doing what Mabel calls "after-school shopping." She likes to get ahead of the game. Although, it did make me feel better to know that Stan was probably equally as bored as I was. But then again, he should be old enough to be used to that by now. Idunno. In any event, I was left with the Mystery Shack all to myself, so I decided to go downstairs. I tiptoed past Soos as he napped peacefully at the register. I hoped that he would wake up before Stan came home. He would not be too happy about that. I looked around the shack to see if there anything interesting. There wasn't, just the usual knick-knacks and chockys that my uncle sold to idiot tourists. I was about to go back upstairs to contemplate the meaning of life when something shiny caught my eye. Hanging from Soos's belt were the keys to the Mystery Cart. I crept close and grabbed them without him noticing. Since I was pretty sure if I stayed here I would do something even more crazy than Mabel, I decided to go and behold the wounrous mysteries of the forest. Signed, Dipper Pines