Just then, Dipper noticed something strange, yet familiar on one ofthe pages: instructions for creating something called a mystic amuletthat gave the bearer telekinetic and psychic powers. It was exactlylike Gideon's, even to the point of the aura being described as blue-green. The twins exchanged a look. Everything fit together now clearas day. When Gideon tripped while trying to escape, his book fell outfrom the inside of his blue suit. Without a doubt, he would be back tolook for it, seeking revenge once he realized it was missing.


Dipper's face morphed from smiling to a look of horror upon noticing who the journal belonged to. The way things were going, the next fight with Gideon would surely be his last and he wanted that to stay far, far away. He swallowed hard when he realized he was actually scared of the fluffy-haired pageant kid. Mabel noticed the look in his eyes right away and decided to help.

"Psshh! Dipper, calm down and stop ackin' so cray-cray. He's not gonna be able to anything about it! We have his book and I already destroyed his amu-whatever. So what's he even supposed to do? Suffocate us with his hairspray?!" She started laughing at this thought then went silent, "Wait, can you do that?" Her voice trailed off into mumbles on how hair product could be used as weaponry.

"Amulet. It's an amulet, Mabel," Dipper stated matter-of-factly, snapping his sister back into reality, "Plus, we don't even know if he has any other stuff he could use against us or anyone else for that matter." He looked back down at the journal and remembered it was filled with magical tools and weapons. Obviously this time they had the upper hand.

Back at Gideon's house, the spoiled kid was half interrogating his parents, half destroying precious family heirlooms. "What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about?!" the less-than-threatening-looking kid fumed. His father replied in a thick Southern drawl, "I never saw no red book anywhere, son. I don't rightly know what you're talking about. Now will you please eat your ice cream; it's melting. I even took out the nuts for you, sugar pie!"

"I will accept this ice cream...BUT LATER YOU WILL PAY! YOU WILL BOTH PAY!"

Meanwhile in the woods, Mabel looked around suspiciously, "Did you hear something?"

Dipper shook his head in reply and returned his gaze to the new book.

"We should only use the information in this book for protection against magical creatures and people like Old Man McGucket and Gideon. Actually, we should probably get started building our defenses now before he comes back," the boy stated as he led the way into the woods.

Mabel piped in, "You mean Old Man McGucket? He hasn't bothered us except for at the pool with the lotion and that one time with the gobble-" Her brother cut her off with a glare, "Ohhhhh…Gideon. I knew that. And we're only going to use that journal which has all sorts of amazing fun stuff in it to protect us and that's it? Laaaaaame."

Dipper replied, "Hey I just don't want this to get out of hand. Things have a tendency to do that around here if you haven't noticed." The older Pines huffed in reply and looked at her shoes, "I get it. It's still lame though." She kicked a pebble and it mysteriously landed right next to the first thing on their list to create amulets of their own.

Dipper glared at Mabel, then returned to his book, "It says here that you need one of those growing/shrinking crystals first. Oh. Here they are. That's convenient. I guess that gives the amulets some of their power? Well, this hasn't been wrong before!"

Dipper pulled out his Swiss Army knife and pried out a few small crystals from the random pile of gems in the brightly-lit clearing. "Okay! Crystals, check!" Dipper checked off the item on his ridiculously long checklist as the two continued talking as they wandered deeper into the forest.