It's time for the second chapter! Woo hoo!

I'll admit, this wasn't my favorite chapter (even if it is only the second one), but I had to start somewhere. I like the chapter; I just think I'll like the other chapters I write better.

Now, onto the reviews…

HeadsofScwab: I'm glad you think this fic is awesome! I'm also happy that you think I got everyone in character. Every time I write something, I'm afraid I'm going to write a character badly, so that review really boosted my confidence! Also, you'll just have to wait and see what Bill has up his sleeve.

StkAmbln: Heh, yeah. Bill may suffer a little bit.

Thanks all you amazing people for your reviews! They really made me smile!

Now, onto the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Gravity Falls. This amazing show belongs to Alex Hirsch and Disney.

"Come back any time, folks! And remember, we put the "fun" in "No Refunds!" With that, Grunkle Stan shut the door on his last group of customers.

Walking up to the counter, Stan leaned against said object and opened the cash register, counting up all the money he made. He laughed evilly when he tallied the amount.

"What I'd tell ya' kids!" Stan shouted back to Dipper and Mabel, who were currently sweeping and restocking the shelves. "People are complete suckers at Christmas time!"

Mabel set down the broom she was using. "Grunkle Stan, are you sure swindling people out of their money is in the Christmas spirit?"

Stan shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure it is."

Finishing his job, Dipper stepped up to his sister's side. "Um, I'm not quite sure about that."

"Yeah!" The thirteen year old put her hands on her hips. "Christmas is supposed to be about giving, not conning people out of their money!"

"I am giving. I'm giving people an amazing tour of the supernatural-"

"And everything in this shop is fake," Dipper cut in.

"And in return," Stan continued, ignoring the comment, "people are giving me their money. It's a win-win!"

The twins shared a look, Mabel speaking up. "Grunkle Stan, I don't think it works that way."

"Sure it does kiddo." With another laugh, he walked past the siblings with the money in hand, ruffling Mabel's hair on the way out.

Said twin sighed. "I really need to show Grunkle Stan what Christmas is all about!" She slapped a fist into her palm for emphasis.

Dipper chuckled. "I don't think that's such a bad idea. But we should probably wait until tomorrow at least.

Mabel nodded at the suggestion. "You're right." She perked up. "Besides, I think the Christmas specials should be starting soon!" She grabbed her brother's hand and dragged him into the living room.

"Whoa! Mabel, slow down!" His shouts went deaf upon her ears.

When the twins entered the living room (one of them being thrown through the doorway), they noticed Stan in his armchair with his usual white top and blue-stripped underwear on. He was watching what looked like two babies fighting.

"Um, how did you get changed so fast?" Dipper questioned after recovering from crashing into a skull.

A shrug was his only response.

"So...Grunkle Stan? Can we use the TV to watch Christmas movies?" Mabel asked in her regular, cheery tone.

Stan raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Why?" she gasped. "Grunkle Stan, Christmas movies are one of the most important parts of the holiday! At least, in my opinion it is."

With another shrug, Stan obliged. "Sure, kiddo. Knock yourself out."

Mabel grinned and grabbed the remote from the armchair. She plopped herself onto the ground and began to flip through the channels.

"Hey, Stanley? Have you seen the-" Ford walked into the room and paused when he saw the three of them looking at the television. "What are you guys watching?"

"We're trying to find a Christmas movie to watch," Dipper answered, sitting down beside Mabel.

"Ah. Well, is it okay if I join you all for a bit? The plutonium needs to sit for another hour before it's of any use."

"Sure!" Mabel grinned and patted the spot next to her. "Sit down and relax."

Stanford sat next to his niece with his legs folded. Then a certain pig waddled in.

"Waddles!" Mabel cried out, grabbing the pig and hugging it to her chest. "Are you here to watch Christmas movies with us?"

Said pig responded with an oink.

"Woo hoo!" She carefully set Waddles down on her lap and continued to flip through the channels.

"How about...that one?" Dipper called out after a minute or two of channel flipping.

"How the Ghost Ate Christmas?" Ford questioned with a raised eyebrow. Dipper shrugged.

"This is probably the most non-weird film we're gonna find. Gravity Falls doesn't have the most normal movies in the world." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"So... How the Ghost Ate Christmas?" Ford asked again.

Mabel gave a thumbs-up and left the movie on.

The twins went to go get snacks and soda a quarter of the way through, Stan being too lazy to move, and everything was calm and peaceful.

Until what sounded like an explosion rocked the whole house.

And to make it all the better, the lights went out.

"Wah!" Mabel grabbed onto the closet object, which happened to be the armchair, and Dipper followed suit.

"What's going on?!" Dipper shouted in the darkness.

"Everyone, just stay calm!" Ford called out.

"I'm not sure staying calm is going to fix the situation Poindexter!"

Then the shaking stopped.

Reaching out blindly in the dark, Ford grabbed onto the twins. "Is everybody all right?" he asked.

There was heavy breathing, then a reply from Dipper. "Yeah... I'm good. Mabel?"

"All right here! Grunkle Stan? Waddles?" There was a grunt and oink in reply. Mabel let out a sigh of relief. "Good."

Once everyone had collected themselves, they decided to move outside so they could see better.

"What exactly happened?" Mabel asked as soon as she saw Great Uncle Ford. The whole family was standing on the porch. Mabel had Waddles wrapped in her arms and she was doing her best to stay warm in the chilly winter air. Dipper and Stan both had a blanket and they tugged it tighter around themselves. Ford simply pulled his coat against himself.

"I'm not sure." Ford turned and looked in the direction of the town, squinting. "But from what I can see, the whole town lost power."

"Still, there shouldn't have been an explosion unless it was near us," Dipper argued.

"Hm. You have a point. I'll go check the power grid." Ford trudged out back and the rest of the family followed.

"Stay back!" Stanford called out, freezing when he saw the smoke leaking out from the power grid. He slowly moved forward and opened the box cautiously.

Smoke came billowing out, causing the whole family to start hacking and coughing. When the dark clouds finally cleared, the Pines could see what was creating all the smoke.

"Okay, nobody panic," Ford instructed, slowly walking away from the small electrical fire. "I think I have a fire extinguisher in my lab. Could one of you go-"

He was cut off by a scream from behind him.

"TAKE THIS YOU SON OF A B-"

"Stanley, don't! Water only makes electrical fires-!"

Boom!

"Again, we apologize for any inconveniences we may have caused officers," Ford said, shaking Sheriff Blubs' hand.

"It's alright. After all, Christmas is the time for forgiveness. Isn't that right, Durland?"

"Yep. It sure is!" The deputy laughed and Blubs joined in.

"So, when exactly do you think the town will get back its' power?" Dipper asked.

"Oh. Most likely by noon tomorrow."

"Awwww..." Mabel sighed. "Does that mean no more Christmas movies?"

Stan placed a hand on her back. "I'm afraid not, sweetheart."

Mabel frowned at the response and with a wave goodbye, the Pines family watched the two officers drive away.

"This stinks," Mabel complained. "Waddles and I were really looking forward to those Christmas movies, isn't that right, Waddles?"

The pig oinked.

"Exactly! Now what are we going to do?"

Dipper put a hand to his chin in thought. Then an idea came to him. "Didn't we just restock on our candles?"

Stan raised an eyebrow. "Yes," he said slowly. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, back when there were no TVs, people would tell stories by firelight. Most of the stories they made up have become classic holiday movies today. Plus, it would be fun to make up new Christmas stories instead of just hearing the same, old ones or knock-offs of ones we've all heard."

Mabel's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "That's a great idea! We can use the candles as light and make up tons of stories and-"

"Hold it right there!" Stan shouted, narrowing his eyes at the twins. "There's no way I'm letting you use my merchandise unless you pay fiv… fif… five hundred dollars! Each!"

"What?!" Mabel cried. "But Grunkle Stan, it's Christmas!"

"No buts!"

The brunette sighed and Ford let out a chuckle. "It's okay, Mabel. I'm sure I can find some candles in my lab. There should be some somewhere."

"Yes!" Mabel cried. "And I'll get the matches!" The teen grabbed Waddles and ran into the pitch black interior of the Mystery Shack.

"Um, I should probably go after her before-" Dipper and the rest of the family cringed when they heard a crash and the sound of someone falling.

"I'm okay!"

Dipper laughed and ran after his sister. The two remaining twins left outside looked at each other, then at the blown up power box.

"Now," Ford muttered. "What to do about this…"

Once all the candles had been set up around the living room, the Pines family created a circle and sat down. Each one had a blanket wrapped around their body or draped on their shoulders.

"So who wants to start?" Mabel asked with a smile, hugging Waddles close to her belly.

Surprisingly, Stan raised his hand.

"Alright Grunkle Stan, you're up first."

Stanley grinned and paused dramatically for effect. "Girls and Ford, gather around."

"Hey!" Dipper protested.

Once again ignoring Dipper, Stan continued. "Tonight you will hear a story like no other! Tonight, you will learn about the very handsome man named Stanley who saved Christmas and got paid lots of money and got loads of hot women!"

"Boo!" Mabel yelled, Ford face palming at the same time. "That's not a Christmas story!"

"Sure it is!" Stan defended. "It has me-I mean the handsome young man who conveniently happens to be named Stanley-saving Christmas, right?"

"But Christmas stories are supposed to be about love, happiness, joy, and most importantly, family!"

"How about I try then?" Ford cut in. The teens looked at each other and shrugged.

"Sure."

"Go for it!"

"This is actually a story I learned during my travels through the dimensions."

Mabel and Dipper beamed. "Your dimension traveling?" the younger twin asked excitedly.

"They celebrate Christmas in other dimensions?" the brunette squealed happily.

Even Stan looked interested.

Ford smiled at his niece and nephew's reactions. "Well, not every dimension I saw celebrated Christmas, but quite a few did. Now, back to the story. Our tale starts off with a wise, old wizard who lived deep, deep in the snowy mountains…"

The smiles never left a single member of the Pines family that night.

Bill stared at the image and snarled. He flicked the energy ball and it shattered.

"Well," he said with a sigh, "destroying all the power probably wasn't my best idea. Heck, I don't know why I even thought it would work!"

He snapped his fingers and a rolled up piece of paper appeared in his hands. He opened it and chuckled. "Luckily, I have more where that came from. The only question is which one to do next."

Two chapters down, twelve more to go!

Thank you all so much for reading this chapter! Please review, follow, or favorite the story. It always makes me smile when I see that someone else enjoys my stories. Also, if you have any constructive criticism or something you think I should improve on, let me know!

Another thing. If you have any ideas or suggestions about what Bill should do to ruin the Pines' Christmas, please tell me! I want everyone to get involved in this story, not just me!

Once again, thank you all so much for reading this chapter and I hope you'll read the next one! Until then…

Peace! GamerFan369