A/N: This came out of a chat that my sister and I had, just like my Harry Potter stories.

Gravity Falls: No Fourth Wall

Fourth Wall: The invisible blockade that separates the audience from the program that they are viewing. For instance, an opera, play, or cartoon.

Grunkle Stan slowly sank into the couch, relaxing after a long day's scamming. Casually, he picked up the remote and turned on the television. Or, at least, he tried to. The remote had a gigantic hole in it, with some sparks still flying from the center. Grunkle Stan turned to the stairs and yelled, "DIPPER! MABEL! SOOS! We have an emergency!"

After the three sloped down the stairs, Grunkle Stan pointed the remote at each of them. "Kids, and Soos, we have an issue. It's hard to run the Mystery Shack. Sometimes, to think of new ideas for attractions, I need to get inspiration, by watching shows."

Dipper looked confused. "Don't you mean 'blatantly ripping off' what you see on television?"

"Nonsense." Grunkle Stan replied, carefully nudging a statue of a certain kitchen utensil holding a certain meat product under the sofa. "As I was saying, I need inspiration, and I can't get inspiration if I can't watch the T.V. So, who broke the remote?"

Mabel raised her hand. "Couldn't you just walk over to the side of the screen and change it that way?"

Grunkle Stan stared at her blankly. "Kid, I'm an old man. If I walk too much, I'll get a broken hip."

Soos was about to interrupt, thinking of Grunkle Stan's tap dance routine from last week, but a death glare stopped him from doing so.

Grunkle Stan stared at all of them. They stared at Grunkle Stan. Long minutes passed and it seemed like nothing would break the spell.

Finally, Mabel broke it, smiling guiltily as she did so. "Dipper and I were doing something that may have broken the remote."

Two hours ago…

"Grappling hook!" CRASH! The door was broken. "GRAPPLING HOOK!" Boom! The microwave exploded. "Grappling hook!" Crumble! The wall had a huge chunk torn out. "GRAPPLING HOOK!" Crunch! The remote was smashed. "Grappling hook!" Word of destruction! The sofa was torn in half.

Grunkle Stan glanced at the sofa. "I can't believe I didn't notice that. Anyway, I'm going to have to exercise some authority. STOP LAUGHING! I'm going to clean up the Mystery Shack. Kids, go play 'Grappling Hook War' outside. Soos, get to work. This place ain't going to fix itself. I'm gonna make a cup of coffee."

Dipper and Mabel sighed, fetched the grappling hook, and went outside. Who knows, maybe it would be better for them. One could find plenty of new targets.

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" Old Man McGucket's spittoon broke. He shrugged and spat into a trash can.

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" Gideon's souvenir stand shattered.

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" Lazy Susan's eye thing broke.

"GRAPPLING HOOK!" Manly Dan's beard was shaved, leading him to burst into tears.

"Okay, final time." Mabel carefully aimed the deadly weapon at random. "Let's see...I know, I'll aim it into the sun!"

"Mabel, no!" Dipper screamed.

She pulled the trigger, sending the grappling hook up, up, and way. They waited for it to land, preferably at a safe distance. Nothing happened.

Dipper glanced at Mabel. "Do you see it?" Mabel shook her head.

To be continued...