Dipper POV

"What did Gideon want?" I asked, walking down the stairs.

"He didn't say. I told him you were giving Waddles a bath and he just left." Mabel replied.

"That's odd. You don't think he's up to something, do you?"

"Maybe, but we'll probably be able to stop him. We always have."

"Good point. He really seemed to want that journal, though."

"Well, you hid it, right?"

"Yeah, under a loose floorboard next to my bed."

"Then, he probably won't be able to find it."

"Yeah. What do you think, Wendy?" I asked, turning towards the counter, only to see that she wasn't there. "Wendy?"

"She didn't show up for work this morning." Mabel said.

"Really? She was starting to show up more often."

"You said yourself that she's seemed tired lately. She's probably resting."

"Yeah, that's got to be it. What else could it be?"

Gideon POV

"Finally, two of the three journals are in our hands." I said, sitting in my room looking at the two books in front of me. "And I owe it all to you, Wendy."

"Oh, please. You were the mastermind behind all this. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be working for that idiot, Stan." Wendy replied.

"Well, you were the one that gave me the idea in the first place."

"You probably would have thought of it, anyway. You're quite the little genius."

"Let's just say that we're equally evil for the time being and leave it at that."

"Alright. Now let's get back to examining the journals."

"Well, if my guess is correct, these two together should lead us to the first one somehow."

"And when we get the first one?"

"Then, we will have access to every secret in Gravity Falls."

"Why is that such a big deal?"

"Just think of the power it would give us. We could do anything we want, and get anything we want. Heck, we could rule the whole world!"

"The whole world?" Wendy asked doubtfully.

"Yes, indeed. Think about it. Within a few weeks with just the one, Mabel caused Stanford to have to tell the truth all the time, Dipper put together a shrinking device, and don't forget he was able to turn you twelve again."

"How could I ever forget that?"

"With all of the journals together, we could do all of that and more."

"Well, what are we waiting for, then? Let's find the first book!"

Stan POV

Okay, get this: I was going up to the twin's room to get a light bulb, because the one in the living room had burned out, and I saw a floorboard pulled up next to Dipper's bed. I was getting ready to yell at the little rascals (Getting that fixed would take at least a dollar. What am I, made of money?) But then, I saw something. On the open window was a scrap of blue fabric that looked like it had been torn off of a suit. I only knew one person who wore that color on a regular basis. And this someone looked like he had left in a hurry.

Dipper POV

"Hey, Dipper?" I heard Grunkle Stan calling from upstairs. "You didn't happen to have anything valuable underneath the floorboards, did you?"

"Oh no!" I shouted, sprinting up the stairs. I opened up the door to the bedroom, and saw what I had most feared. The floorboard was pulled up, and the journal was nowhere in sight.

"I think that Gideon has been here." Stan said. "I found a scrap of fabric that looks like it belongs to him." I looked around again, this time taking everything in. The room looked like it had been hit by a tornado. The pillows and blankets had been thrown off of the bed; my backpack was upside down, with all of its contents on the floor, the bedside table was a mess, and the lamp was knocked over on the floor. Clearly, Gideon had been looking hard for it.

"Well, I did hear voices coming from here, but I thought that it was just my imagination!"

"Dipper, what's going-oh my gosh!" Mabel exclaimed as she walked in the room.

"Gideon got the journal!" I said. "But that's okay. We can get it back."

"How?" Mabel asked.

"Well, I promised myself I would never say this again, but we need to make a plan!"

Gideon POV

"Well, if we're going to get the other journal, we need to figure out where it is, and/or who has it." I said.

"How?" Wendy asked.

"I'll look through the two that we already have to see if there are any clues."

"What about me?"

"You will be our double agent. The Pines twins would trust you with their lives. Surely, if they know anything, they'll tell you about it."

"What if they get suspicious?"

"Trust me. They won't suspect a thing."