Prologue
A Typical Morning
Ugh... Is it that time already? It's like my eyes are allergic to sunlight or something, I guess I did stay up late reading last night. Oh. Hey, morning. I didn't see you there, well actually I can't see you, since you know, you're the reader and all. My name is Dipper, and for this section I'll be telling you all about my summer in a little town called Gravity Falls. It's been pretty crazy, I suppose it could almost become a TV show one day, heck if it were, you should probably go watch it before reading this. No one likes spoilers.
"Morning Dipper! And what a Mabel morning it is!"
Hold on, my crazy sister's waving at me from across the room. We've been sharing the attic of our great uncle's house ever since we arrived here for our summer visit. Her name is Mabel.
"I'm Mabel! That's me!"
Yes… I think they got that. I had better answer her.
"Morning Mabel, that was your name right?"
Ha! And they say I'm never funny…
"Oof!"
News flash, Mabel's pretty good at throwing pillows when you make fun of her.
"Ha! You big gummy brain!"
Oh I'm not just taking that, it's on!
"You're a gummy brain!"
Take that! She just got a pillow shot to the face. Yup, we're definitely twin brother and sister, but I'd never ask for anything else.
"You throw like a girl! And not the Grenda kind."
She always teases me like that, but we hardly ever fight. Getting to mess around with her has kinda been the highlight of my summer. I know she seems sorta nuts, but when you're a member of the Pines family... you get pretty used to that.
Wait… what was I talking about? Oh right, Gravity Falls. This place is off-the-charts-spooky. We've almost died more times than I like to note. We were first attacked by a horde of gnomes that somehow combined to make a bearded transformer. Ever since it's been robotic sea monsters, ghosts, dinosaurs, multiple-headed bears, a candy monster, gargoblins… you get the idea. I initially discovered the strange wonders of this place when I came across an unusual journal in the woods. It seems that someone else studied these mysteries a long time ago, before disappearing and leaving behind his legacy in this journal. Here's the weird thing, there are more. The six-fingered handprint on the cover has a '3' marked in the centre. I also know of at least one person who had another journal. Oh, but don't worry about him, he's been taken away somewhere. Quite right too… nutjob.
Anyhow, now our summer is half over, or half started if you're anything like Mabel, who happens to be poking me with a stick right now.
"Mabel! Enough with the fun stick!"
"Aw, but don't you want a fun start to a fun day?!"
…I'm just going to ignore that before 'fun' stops sounding like a word. Well, with half our summer to come, we've still got plenty of room for adventure, discovery, learning and er… fun.
So! On with the story.
