This fic is the result of me laying awake at 11:00 PM. Enjoy!
Dipper walked out of James's and Jean's Bookstore with a plastic bag in his hand and a smile on his face. He was looking forward to this book, as he had been wanting to get his hands on it for a while now.
When he got back to the Mystery Shack, he ran into his room and jumped onto his bed, opening his book to the first page.
It was blank. Dipper Pines had purchased a journal.
A half hour later, Dipper had his first journal entry completed:
Entry #1- Dipper Pines:
Nothing too special happened today, surprisingly. Other than going to the store to buy the book I'm currently writing in, it's been a very boring day. Let's see...
I stopped Gideon from enslaving the lobsters at the Under the Sea restaurant.
Mabel managed to bezazzle the lock on every door leading out of the Shack, so we have to climb out the windows now.
Stan has set up traps to shoot Nyarf darts at anyone who enters the living room and disturbs him watching The Dutchess Approves for the seventh time.
Soos is currently stuck in a window, and I believe he is fighting a squirrel for the nut it's holding.
Wendy is texting with the gang in the gift shop while balancing ten quarters she stole from the cash register on her nose.
Gideon is outside the Shack trying to get close enough to smell Wendy's hair through the gift shop window.
Gompers managed to rip off Gideon's left pant leg and is now driving him off the property.
Robbie is playing his guitar outside and just tripped over Gideon.
Thompson is playing Dancy Pants Revolution over in the arcade.
Manly Dan is uprooting a tree for the fun of it.
Pacifica is laughing while talking on her phone and just spilled the nail polish she was applying to her fingers.
Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland are racing to fit doughnuts on their batons.
Tyler is laughing seemlessly about nothing.
So, to sum up, just an average day here in Gravity Falls, Oregon.
Dipper closed the journal and smiled once more at his work. He heard his name being called, so he tossed it aside and hurried downstairs. He slammed the door behind him, causing the journal to fall into a box about the same size and out the open window.
As the mailman approached the Shack, the wind kicked up, and an address stamp flew out of his bag and stuck onto the box containing the journal. The box landed in the mailman's hands and he read the address aloud:
The Park House
91382 Park Way
The City, Arizona