"How did he get out?!" Mabel said loudly, she knew she shouldn't have trusted her pet pig with her great uncle Stan, but she had no choice at the time. "I dunno! It just got out somehow!" Stan replied. He had left the door to the Mystery Shack, where they stayed, open during the hottest part of the summer day, and the pig had wandered out. "Well we've gotta find him!" Mabel said, grabbing her twin brother Dipper's arm and running outside. She saw pig tracks leading into the woods, she ran in their direction. Dipper felt he had no choice but to do the same. Mabel frantically ran aimlessly through the woods, yelling her pig's name, Waddles. They went deeper and deeper in the woods. "Maybe we should split up!" Mabel suggested, talking very fast. She was worried what could have happened to her beloved pig. Before Dipper could answer, she ran in the opposite direction of him. Dipper sighed, and walked in the other direction. It seemed like just moments ago he was 300 yards away from where he was now in the Mystery Shack. He walked around, looking in different directions, hoping he would hear Mabel find him. He could still hear her yelling the pig's name. Back in the Mystery Shack, their great uncle (known affectionately as Gruncle) Stan was watching television, when their local news station cut into the broadcast to present a breaking story. "A known serial killer wearing all black has reportedly been spotted roaming the backwoods of this town just minutes ago. We do not have any details as of their current location, but be on the look out, and stay inside." Stan suddenly felt a rush of guilt, he remembered years ago when a similar statement was made on TV. "I've gotta tell the kids," Stan thought, and ran outside. "Kids, come back!" He yelled, but the twins were so deep in the woods that there was no way they could hear his cries.