It was night at the Mystery Shack. The attic was dark and empty. The creaking of a door opening filled the air and a pair of feet stepped in.
Dipper hit the light switch and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Mabel followed, brushing Gummy Koalas out of her hair. She was murmuring to herself, jumbling her words like she always did when she was bothered. "Gideonwhen. WillyoulearnI. Wont . Gooutwithyouyou're. Anutcaselittle. Kid.
Mabel fell onto her bed, took a yellow koala out of her hair and bit into it. While she chewed noisily, Dipper took out 3. He finished reading about ghosts, gnomes, manotaurs and some other things he hadn't encountered yet, like zombies and pixies. He flipped to page 84, ghosts, and tried to turn the page. Oddly enough, pages 85 and 86 were being held together.
Dipper pulled and eventually pried the pages apart, only to send the book flying across the room. Mabel turned in her bed. It was obvious she was purposely taking forever to eat that one yellow koala. The book hit her in the head and stuck to her hair. "Gah!" she screamed and pried it out. A page ripped and was pushed somewhere in her hair. She gave the book to Dipper and took another bite out of the koala. Dipper noticed a splotch of glue in Mabel's hair. Had The Writer (the nickname he gave the writer of 3) glued those pages together? But he thought nothing of the rip, and moved on to the next page.
