AN!

Me: Sorry for not updating for a while I guess. It's just that, life, and stuff, and you know how it is. Umm... Don't really have anything to say here... Guess I'll have Mabel do a disclaimer like some people do... Mabel?

Dipper: She ran off into the city after being turned invisible by a Quodalum.

Me: A what? That sounds like a dumb name.

Dipper: Well, you came up with it...

Me: Soos! The disclaimer!

Soos: Why me?

Me: Because you fell for the "Pretending that a random inanimate object is alive by using a high pitched voice" TWICE.

Soos: Fine. Gam919 doesn't own Disney, us, anything else belonging to Alex Hirsch, or Marvel.

Me: NOW ON TO ADVENTURE!

Dipper: You're such a weirdo.

Me: Okay, I'll just end with a cliffhanger like thing then...

Wendy was sitting in the gift shop, bored, just like every day. She heard a thump, and turned to see that Dipper had walked into a wall while reading from that journal of his.

"Watcha reading there, Dipping Sauce?" She asked, using the nickname she had heard Mabel using before.

"One, don't call me that, and two, I found out the thing that turned Mabel invisible." He explained, calmly.

"Since when is she invisible?" Wendy questioned.

"This morning." He replied. "She had a little fun, and then ran to the city, where she wanted to hide, because she doesn't want to turn back."

"So that explains the flying pig superhero." Wendy realized.

"What?"

"Nothing" She finished abruptly. "So, what is it?"

"It is a... Quodalum?" He read. "'These creatures look like cute little wolves with spikes along their backs, with the power to turn invisible at will. When they feel intruded, they grow bigger and stronger. Just like the Hulk, except not green.'"

"Nice analogy, Dipper!" Wendy complimented.

"No, that's actually what he wrote." Dipper told her. "Looks like the author was a Marvel fan." He concluded, before reading again. "'And yes, I am a Marvel fan.' Well I guess that explains that." He finished.

"What does it say about curing it?" Wendy asked.

"It tells some stuff, but not all of it." He replies.

"What about the clack light?"

"Oh, yeah! Almost forgot about that!" He ran up to the attic, and when he got back down, he turned the black light back on.

"That's not good." Wendy said, while reading the invisible ink.

"'If the victim is not cured before sundown the next day, they will turn into a Quodalum!?'" They both looked out the window of the Shack, which the town could be seen through.

Me: See, Dipper. That's what happens when you call me a weirdo. Mwahahahaha!

Dipper: (whispers to Soos) That's kinda creepy.

Soos: (Whispering back) Maybe letting him be in charge of our lives for this story was a bad idea, dude.