"Stanley…"

"Stanley!"

With a gasp, Stanley Pines bolted upright, covered in a cold sweat. Gasping heavily, his eyes darted around in an attempt to find out where he was. He sighed in relief. He was just in his boat, his brother Stanford at his side, a worried look on his face.

"Stanley, are you alright? You were muttering something in your sleep…" Ford asked nervously. After Weirdmageddon, he still couldn't help but feel nervous whenever one of them had a nightmare. The same was true for his brother.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare." Stan grinned at his twin in an attempt to calm him. "A normal one, not caused by an interdimensional Dorito."

"If you say so…"

Stan sighed, exasperated. "Come on Ford, he's dead. I watched him die. So don't worry about it, okay?"

The Author smiled a little, before pulling out a burgundy book and starting to write in it. "You're right, I'm just being paranoid, aren't I?"

His twin grinned in response. "Yep. Besides, a little nightmare never hurt anybody."

Stanley Pines was nervous.

He waited at the bus stop, sticking his hands into his pockets and kicking around a stray soda can, in an attempt to calm his nerves. Today was the day his great niece and nephew would come to Gravity Falls a second time, and he wanted everything to be perfect. After all they went through last summer, Stan figured that the least he could do was give them a more relaxing summer, filled with fun, counterfeiting, and hopefully not too much monster fighting and mystery solving.

But would that be enough to satisfy them?

After all, they were teenagers now.

Technically.

Stan was snapped out of his thoughts by a familiar green bus speeding towards the stop directly towards. He gasped in surprise, and jumped back just before he was crushed by the vehicle.

Stan dusted himself off, and ran up to the bus, intending to give the driver a piece of his mind. "Hey, what's the big idea, you reckless son of a-"

"GRUNKLE STAN!" Suddenly a giant pink ball slammed into him, knocking him down to the ground and crushing him in a bear hug. "GRUNKLE STAN!" Mabel Pines shrieked his name in pure joy, her smile threatening to split her face. Stan could do nothing except flash her an unsteady grin back.

The second Pines twin ran down the stairs after her, carrying both his and Mabel's luggage. "Grunkle Stan!" Dipper Pines ran up to him, a worried look on his face. Mabel's pet pig, Waddles, was right on his heels. "I'm so sorry! Mabel hijacked the bus, and-"

"What?! You hijacked a vehicle?! Good, that means you're not out of practice!" Stan ruffled Mabel's hair, then pulled her up. "Alright, let me get a good look at you two."

For the most part, Mabel hadn't changed much. She was wearing her normal sweater and skirt outfit, and her long brown hair was in a pink headband. She was taller, and her features were a little sharper, but the changes ended there.

Dipper, on the other hand, had changed quite a bit since last summer. He had grown, and was taller than Mabel. He wore a dark blue jacket and jeans, along with the hat that Wendy had given him last year.

"Sheesh, I barely recognise you kids," Stan sighed, taking some luggage from Dipper, much to the latter's relief.

"Yeah, we had a bit of a growth spurt…" Dipper said sheepishly.

"But I'm way better at drawing now, so maybe now we won't get caught forging anymore, Grunkle Stan!" Mabel cheerfully remarked.

Stan grinned. "That's my girl. Come on, Ford and Soos are waiting at the Shack."

The Mystery Shack was still the ratty old building Dipper remembered from last summer. He could see that some places were fixed-up, while others looked even more old and ruined than before. Strangely enough, the "S" still hadn't been repaired.

"Alright, here we are," Stan jumped onto the porch and dug a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.

Only to be sprayed in the face with silly string.

"What the?! What!" he grabbed onto his face, attempting to get the substance off, but to no avail. Mabel laughed and pulled out a camera snapping a few photos, while Dipper simply shook his head.

"Surprise!" A small crowd of people streamed out of the Mystery Shack. Stanford Pines, Soos, Wendy, Candy, and Grenda approached the trio.

"Candy! Grenda! Soos! Everyone!" Mabel squealed in delight, running up and wrapping them each in a bear hug.

"Great Uncle Ford!" Dipper grinned. Upon hearing his name, the Author approached him, a smile on his face.

"Dipper! So good to see you!" Ford stood on one knee, ruffling the teen's hair.

"How's life out of the Falls dude?" Soos asked, dressed in his suit and fez.

"Hehe, pretty cool. Not nearly as exciting as Gravity Falls, of course," Dipper replied sheepishly. "How's the shop?"

"Dude, I've totally got it down. She's visiting her parents now, but me and Melody are running it together. The shop's been doing great!" Soos beamed, and Dipper could see how proud he was of his work.

"Yeah, Soos has actually been doing a pretty good job," Wendy walked up to them, an easygoing smile on her face. "Wow Dipper, you grew a lot over the past year."

"Wendy!" Dipper smiled back. She hadn't changed a bit since last summer, except now she had Dipper's old hat on.

"That's my name. Hey, you kept my hat!" Wendy reached over and yanked her old hat over Dipper's eyes, smirking a little. "That's good, since I kept yours."

"Alright, let's all go inside. We've got a couple welcome-back presents for you two." Ford called from the porch, ushering everyone into the Shack.

Once everyone was inside, Ford walked into the kitchen and picked up two presents, one with blue wrapping and one with pink. He carried them over to the Pines twins, giving the blue one to Dipper and the pink one to Mabel.

Mabel immediately ripped hers open, revealing a brand new knitting kit for her, along with some paints and colored pencils. There was even a collar for Waddles. She gasped in delight, running up to her two Grunkles and embracing them.

"Thank you so much!" Mabel squealed in delight. They simply smiled in return.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Stan turned to Dipper. "Come on kiddo, open yours."

Dipper slowly opened the blue package, having no clue what was inside. What he found shocked him. It was a single book, burgundy colored, with gold rims. On the front cover was a golden six-fingered hand, with a big "4" in the middle.

"What the...is this…" was all he could say.

"Since the original journals were destroyed last summer, I took everything I remembered, and some new facts, and made a fourth journal," Ford explained, "and this one is just for you."

"Great Uncle Ford…" Dipper gazed at him, gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks."

"Hey, hey, hey, he doesn't get all the credit," Stan butted in, "I improved it!"

Dipper opened the book to the first page. He stared at it for a second, eyes widening, then closed it a little too hastily.

"Thanks, Grunkle Stan…" Dipper said, scarred for life.

"Aw, you're welcome kid!" Stan grinned at him.

They had all partied for a while longer, but eventually the sky darkened. Bidding their friends good-bye, the Pines (and Soos) turned in for the night.

"Man, what a great day, don't you you think so, Dipper?" Mabel asked groggily, climbing into her bed from last summer, Waddles curled up at her feet. Dipper did the same.

"Yep. Now we can be the 'Mystery Twins' again," Dipper smiled to himself. "And this time we won't have to worry about Gideon and Pacifica bothering us."

"Yeah. And we won't have to deal with those bullies at school at all this summer! We left them back in Piedmont!" Mabel laughed.

Hearing that comment, a dark look crossed Dipper face, which went unnoticed by Mabel. He mumbled a short "yes" in response.

"G'night, Dipper!"

"Good night, Mabel."

Just before he fell asleep, Dipper could've sworn he'd heard something.

Welcome back, Pine Tree.

Hello!

I know I'm a little late, but I've had this idea in my head for a long time, so I decided to take the shot.

I've just started writing, so I'd greatly appreciate feedback. That way I'll be able to make this story more enjoyable for you. I'm sorry if I get some facts wrong too, it's been a while since I saw the finale. :b

I don't own Gravity Falls, but I'm hoping that one day I'll be able to make a cartoon that's just as good!

I'll try to update as frequently as I can. Until then!

Oh, and what do you think Dipper saw in the Journal?