Hey-o! This story will be three chapters long. Without further ado, my take on the Reverse Falls version of The Hand That Rocks The Mabel.

I don't own anything.

Gideon Pines and his friend, Pacifica Northwest, were spending the summer at Gideon's uncle's shack in the woods. Bud Pines had transformed his house into a tourist trap, named the Mystery Shack. The stay wasn't free, they have to work at the Shack, normally just doing odd jobs like cleaning some merchandise.

Today, Bud had let them and his employees off early, and they were watching some TV.

Gideon tipped back his blue and white baseball cap with a blue star on it. He picked it out one of his first days in the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, since it matched his blue and black sweater. His main reason was to hide his pure white hair, though a lot still stuck out.

Pacifica, in his opinion, was the exact opposite of him. Tall for a twelve year old, she towered over the short ten year old. A hippie at heart, much like her parents, she kept her blonde hair long. Sporting a white tank top with a peace sign on it, dangly bracelets, and ripped jeans, she was a picture-perfect hippie. She was also one of the most confident and caring people he knew, being the only one back home not making fun of his hair.

The duo both found it odd that the local graveyard-owner's son worked at a tourist trap, but were quick to like Robbie Valentino, the Shack's handyman. A slight book nerd, the black-haired teen kept his hair well brushed and glasses somehow spotlessly clean. They found the stitched heart amulet he always wore around his neck odd, as it contrasted with his red button-up shirt.

One of his best friends, Wendy Corduroy, was the cashier. Always wearing a black plaid sweater that showed her lumberjack background, she was very laid back. She never took anything seriously, but Gideon and Pacifica liked her a lot. That definitely had nothing to do with the free ice cream she gave them. Nope, not at all.

And then there was Bud himself. An overweight man who always wore a large hat and Hawaiian shirt, Gideon and Pacifica mistook him for a tourist their first day in town. There's no denying his air of confidence and leadership, though, and Gideon still can't believe he's related to someone so much unlike him.

As the show they were watching cut to commercial, Wendy perked up.

"Hey dorks, it's that commercial we were telling you about."

They all looked at the TV screen, which displayed a crying man. Two voices voiced over in unison. One was gruff, and immediately reminded Gideon of a very tough guy. The other was just as deep as the first, but much smoother. They almost sounded like twins.

"You need to see, the Mystery Twins," the voices told the crying man.

" 'Mystery Twins'?" Gideon repeated, Southern accent strong.

"What makes them special?" Pacifica asked.

Almost as if they had planned the pause, the men in the commercial picked right back up, stating that there were 2 sets of twins, one pair physic, one pair magicians, the elder of which would be performing their last show tonight.

"You wanna go, Robbie?" Wendy asked her bookish friend, who shrugged.

"We might as well if it's the Stan twins' last performance."

"Can we come with y'all?" Gideon asked the teens.

"No way," Bud said as he walked into the living room. "Those Gleefuls are nothing but competition. And no one under my roof is fraternizing with those twins."

"Ah, please Uncle Bud? It's just one li'l ol' show," Gideon pleaded.

Seeing her friend's struggle, Pacifica jumped in. "I can convince my parents to dedicate a ranch to you."

Bud looked between his ten-year-old nephew and his older friend. "Well, I can't say no to puppy dog eyes," he said, looking at Gideon's.

"Yes!" the friends exclaimed, high-fiving each other.

"I'll drive!" Wendy said in her usual monotone.

"Whoo!"

The quartet walked out to Wendy's van, wondering what tricks the Gleefuls would pull.

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Before their first day in town, Gideon had never believed in magic. As a scientist, he believed everything had a logical answer.

Then he found a Journal in the woods belonging to an 'Ami'. A beat up, jade green book, it had a crest of some sort on the front, though no one knew what of. It also showed a blazing silver '3' on the back.

It chronicled numerous paranormal phenomenon in the town. He and Pacifica didn't believe it was real until a group of gnomes had asked Pacifica to be their queen. Since then, they'd also met a lake monster and cursed wax statues, the latter of which were still giving them nightmares.

So Gideon had mixed feelings as he sat down in the Tent of Telepathy with his friends. Part of him hoped that it was real, but he knew the other part would be looking for flaws in their tricks.

The crowd hushed as spotlights lit the stage. Smoke filled it, and out stepped two pairs of twins. One pair, the one that seemed Pacifica's age and was made up of a boy and a girl, walked off to the side. The other pair, two males who had to be pushing 70, remained on stage.

Sitting in the front, Pacifica and Gideon could easily see their piercing blue eyes. Pacifica was slightly jealous-she hated her green eyes-, and Gideon could tell. He squeezed his friend's hand and smiled at her.

The Gleefuls were also all wearing outfits the same blue as their Tent. All the males were wearing tuxedos, while the girl wore black tights and a fancy blouse. Gideon also noticed the youngest male was wearing a cape, and had a Big Dipper birthmark on his forehead, which was revealed due to his hair being slicked back.

"Good evening," one of the elder twins said. Gideon realized he was the smooth-voiced one from the commercial. "If you are new here, I am Ford, this is my brother, Lee, that is our great-nephew Dipper, and great-niece, Mabel."

Each Gleeful bowed when mentioned, though Mabel looked up with an energetic smile that resulted in her getting the most applause. Gideon couldn't help but feel like the smile was directed to him, causing him to blush slightly.

Pacifica noticed it.

"Uh oh," she teased. "Someone has a crush."

"I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, 'Cifica," Gideon drawled.

"Sure."

Ford somehow hadn't heard the friends' conversation, and had been telling the crowd what he and his twin were going to do. Now, Lee was blindfolded on stage, and Ford was walking up and down the isles. He stopped at a fat man that resembled a large rodent.

"Sir, have we met at all, any time before this?" Ford asked him.

"No, sir, Mystery Dude," the man replied.

"Excellent. Now, all I want you to do, is hold my hand." Ford extended a gloved hand to reveal six fingers on each hand.

The rodent-like man laughed. "I like your hands, dude. They're cool."

"Thank you. Now, hold my hand."

The man gladly placed his hand on Ford's. Lee nearly immediately reacted.

"Woah, Soos, it seems like you eat very little other than pizza," he said. "Am I correct in that."

"It totally is dude," Soos said, laughing.

Ford slipped his hand out of Soos' and moved to the local Sheriff.

"Blubs, nice to sense you again," Lee said. "Let's see. Oh, a 23-16 has occurred in the past week. Is Steve alright?"

Blubs laughed. "Yes sir. His jaw is healing nicely."

Ford moved once more, this time to Gideon. The albino boy took a shaky breath and gently placed his hand within Ford's six fingers. Ford gave the boy a kind smile as a faint green glow surrounded their hands.

Stan took slightly longer to react. "Oh, a Pines. Gideon, is it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Disbelief in magic and the paranormal?" He chuckled. "Well, the kids will definitely change your mind if we haven't. Speaking of," Gideon felt a slight poking in the back of his brain, "oh, we wouldn't want to share that piece of information." Laughs spread across the room. Gideon was suddenly nervous at what Lee had seen. "Oh, relax, kid. No one's gonna know that. Besides, you'll show that secret at some point or another."

Ford let go of Gideon's hand and joined his brother on stage, both bowing at the applause. They and the younger twins switched spots. Mabel instantly beamed at the crowd.

"Hello, Gravity Falls! I'm Mabel, this is Dipper, and we are officially taking the Stans' show tomorrow night!"

"Until then," Dipper said, sending his twin an annoyed glare, "let's get this show on the road. Hit it, Will."

A man with blue hair, in a blue sweater, blue sneakers, and normal khakis, who was sitting by a piano that Gideon and Pacifica hadn't noticed before, began playing a tune that neither friend knew.

Lee pushed a box on a table onto the stage. Gideon knew how this act worked normally. Expecting either Dipper or Mabel to get into the box, he was alarmed when Pacifica was called onto stage.

Pacifica herself was excited. She gladly accepted Dipper's help into the box, not noticing her friend's alarmed look until the box was secured. She just shrugged, which no one could see.

Gideon's worry reached new heights when the twins didn't bring out a saw, but a katana instead. Wendy and Robbie noticed his alarm.

"Relax, man," Wendy said soothingly. "We've seen them do this hundreds of times."

It didn't do much to reduce his fears.

Dipper swung the katana around like a trained swordsman, before hovering it above the slit in the box. With a quick slice, the sword easily went through the box.

Gideon couldn't help but notice the same faint green glow that had surrounded his hand now surrounded both parts of his friend's body. Pacifica shared an alarmed look with her younger friend. Everyone else gave a standing ovation. Will ceased his playing, but instantly began playing again after a stern look from both Stans.

Dipper and Mabel gently pushed both halves of the boxes together and opened the lid, and Pacifica instantly sat up. She bowed with the twins, then shakily walked back to Gideon.

"That was, an experience," she said slowly.

Gideon hugged her. "You are so brave," he said.

The hug, unknown to everyone but them and the twins, infuriated the latter group.

They quickly ended the show, but invited the best friends backstage. There, a short Asian girl wearing glasses and a very buff girl were waiting for the twins.

"Who's them?" the buff girl asked the twins in a gruff voice.

"Some of this show's assistants," Dipper replied, brushing a loose strand of hair back into the floof atop his head.

"I'm Pacifica Northwest, and this is Gideon Pines," Pacifica said happily, eager to make some new friends.

Mabel, also happy to make new friends, held out her hand. "You already know me and Dipper, but let's shake on it to make the intros official!"

The two shook hands. Dipper hesitantly held his out to Gideon, and the albino shook it just as hesitantly. The twins' friends cleared their throats.

"Grenda Grendinator," the buff girl said.

"Candy Chiu," the Asian said.

"Any way," Dipper said, "Pacifica, Gideon, we noticed you're new in town."

The two mentioned pre-teens nodded.

"Then let's show you around!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Uh, I don' know 'bout that," Gideon drawled.

"Yeah, his uncle will probably be mad if we don't get back soon," Pacifica added.

"Then can we expect you at the end of the Shack's driveway around 11 tomorrow?" Dipper asked.

The two friends shared a look.

"Sure," they said in unison.

"See you tomorrow, then!" Mabel exclaimed.

Luckily, Wendy and Robbie were waiting for them outside the tent.

"There you are, dorks," Wendy said.

"What did the twins talk to you about?" Robbie questioned.

"They promised to show us around town tomorrow!" Pacifica said happily.

The pre-teens didn't miss the nervous glances the teens gave each other.

"What?" Gideon asked them.

Robbie looked into his eyes, which were a very pale blue, as an effect of his albinism. "Have you thought about what Bud will say when he realizes you are hanging out with Gleefuls?"

Gideon and Pacifica exchanged nervous glances.

"He doesn't have to know," Pacifica said confidently. "Right?"

Wendy zipped her lips as Robbie sighed.

"Fine, but you're taking the fall if he finds out," Robbie promised.

{End of Chapter 1}