Today was a gloomy day in Gravity Falls. The sky was coated in dark clouds, and the rain was pouring down like knifes. The only sounds to be heard were the plip-plop-splash of boots in puddles outside, and the quiet chatter of the Mystery Shack employees.
"Grunkle Stan, where is everybody? This is so boring! Is there anything exciting and fun we could do?" Mabel complained.
"I don't know, Mabel. The place is usually packed! Probably empty today because the townspeople are scared to get their hair wet." Stan chuckled.
Wendy blew up a green balloon, expanding it to a great size. She rolled her eyes and let the balloon loose, sending it on a rampage throughout the gift shop. It soared past the staircase, past the shelves, and did a loop-de-loop in the air before crashing to the ground. "That represented any chances of excitement today." she said, sighing.
"We could tell stories." Mabel suggested.
"We could have a random dance party for no reason." Soos added.
Dipper pulled his book out of his blue vest. "Or maybe I could share some interesting theories with you guys_"
"NO!" they all interrupted.
"OK, OK. Just a suggestion."
Stan walked over and attempted to see through the window. It was difficult because the rain was sliding down like a thick waterfall, blurring the outdoors. He could make out the shapes of the trees, his car, and_ two boys running right toward the shack!
"Finally! Someone's come to their senses!" he exclaimed. The door flew open, revealing the boys. Stan's excitement emptied, just like Wendy's balloon. It was just two of her friends, the black one and the one with the long blonde hair.
"Hey Wendy, what's up?" Lee asked.
"You sent us like, 20 texts." Nate said, holding up his phone. And just as he said, the screen displayed a stuffed inbox, every message reading 'Wendy Corduroy'.
Wendy laughed. "Yeah, we're really bored. I thought maybe if I got some fun people here, maybe it wouldn't be so bogus. Robbie will be here in a few minutes. Right after I send him 50 million texts." She pulled out her cell phone and began texting Robbie.
Hey
Hey Robbie
I'm bored
Robbie
Hey
Come to the shack
Help us get un-bored
Robbie
Robbie
Robbie
Hey Robbie
Come on, dude
Don't be lame
ANSWER ME
Robbie
Robbie
Dude Robbie
I know you're there
Robbie
Stop ignoring me
Baaaaaaabyyyyyyyyy
ROBBIE
STOP BEING LAME DUDE
After that text, Robbie finally replied.
OH MY GOD, ARE YOU DYING
Wendy smiled and replied. Nope. We're bored. Come over now.
Kinda busy, babe
Oh yeah? With what?
…stuff and things
Yeah, OK. Get over here.
Fine. Be there in 5 minutes
K bye
Bye
Wendy snapped her phone shut and smiled devilishly. "See? Texting people until they get annoyed enough to reply is ALWAYS the answer." she said, sounding pleased with herself.
Nate rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Wendy."
"So…what are we gonna do?" Lee asked.
"I don't know. What do you guys WANT to do?"
Lee sat down and rested his chin in his hands. He had a look on his face that he only wore when he was really thinking. Nate interrupted his thoughts with a loud gasp. "Guys, I know EXACTLY what to do!" he exclaimed.
"Oh yeah?" Lee said, sounding defeated.
"Yeah! OK, we need straws, a microwave, and marshmallows." he said. Everyone looked at him like he was painted purple or something. He shrugged. "Just an idea."
Just then, Robbie came through the door, his guitar case slung over his back. "Hey. 'Sup, babe?" he asked in his 'cool guy' tone.
"Oh, nothing. Do you have any ideas?" Wendy asked.
Mabel rolled on the floor like a log, over to Robbie's feet. She lifted her arms from her sides and hugged his ankles. "We're SO bored!" she moaned.
"Well…did you really expect me to save the day for ya, squirt?" he asked. He lifted his right foot and shook his leg wildly, until Mabel finally lost her grip and rolled to the wooden floor.
The group stood/sat around, trying to think of something exciting to do. All of them looked like they were STRESSING to think anything. Their thoughts were AGAIN interrupted, this time by a tap on the door.
"Dipper, get the door, would ya?" Grunkle Stan snapped at his nephew.
"OK, I'm getting it. Relax." Dipper opened the door. "May I help you_ AAH!"
At the door was the most bizarre looking young man any of them had ever seen. He was about 6 feet tall, with extremely long legs. He was very pale and wore an eye patch over his right eye. On top of his head was a tall black top hat, resting on his golden blonde hair. He wore a gold jacket over a white shirt, long black pants, and shiny black shoes. He had a black bowtie and a long black cane.
"Hello, my boy." the young man said in a very…familiar voice. "My name is Will Pipher, and I heard from a little birdie that you were a highly bored bunch with a thirst for fun. Am I right?"
"How did you_" Dipper eyed him suspiciously. "Yes. You're correct."
"Well, alright! Follow me! I know of some REAL fun thing we can do!" Will said, giving his cane a toss and catching it.
"YAY! Finally, some excitement!" Mabel exclaimed, darting to the door. She was stopped by her great uncle's hand on her shoulder.
"Mabel, I'm not so sure. We don't even know this guy." he said, eyeing Will. "He could be a creep, or dangerous."
"Oh, nonsense! I'm just here to help your boredom!" Will Pipher said, giving a crooked smile.
Stan raised an eyebrow. "OK…we're trusting you, Will."
"Alright! Come, my friends!" he said, tipping his top hat. He tossed his cane away, then paraded out the door, toward the woods. They all looked at each other somewhat nervously, and reluctantly followed this strange young man to who knows where.
