Next to Old Man McGucket, Mrs. Gleeful is probably the kookiest person in Gravity Falls. She's definitely afraid of Gideon (reasonable) and she's obsessed with vacuuming. She's a nervous wreck. Her memories are in The Hall of the Forgotten, so her current state of mind has to be connected to Blind Eye. Her husband is a member so he must've arranged it. This takes place before The Hand That Rocks the Mabel, when Gideon still had his amulet. I'll do Candy and Grenda soon but this story is too good to wait. Don't forget to leave some suggestions for stories. Here we go!

I walked down the hall to my son's room with a platter of snickerdoodles. Gideon has been acting weird lately, always reading the same book over and over and staring at his new bolo tie. Bud tells me that he's just being a kid but he throws tantrums all the time and Bud never even remembers when Gideon acts out. Summer has just begun and he's not even getting out. Well, he is busy as a child psychic but sometimes he takes his practice a bit seriously. Hopefully, some cookies will put a smile on his face.

I knocked on his door and called, "Giddy, want some cookies? They're fresh." He didn't answer. Funny, I swear I saw him walk in here with his book. I wonder where he got it. It was old and definitely didn't come from the library, hmm.

I was getting worried, so I opened the door. And what was happening inside was absolute madness. Everything in Gideon's room was floating like there was no gravity and Gideon was in the center of it all, his hand on his bolo tie and his eyes closed. Items bounced through the air, a glowing blue aura surrounding each object. Gideon opened his eyes at started laughing at the floating parade.

"I've mastered the amulet, now I can start unleashing its power, and soon I'll have all of the magic of Gravity Falls, thanks to the journals," my son cackled evilly.

"GIDEON CHARLED GLEEFUL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I screeched, shocked at his words. I dropped my platter, the crash disturbing Gideon. All the floating objects dropped with a clatter and the room was in shambles. For a moment, he sounded like a power-hungry maniac. But that can't be true, can it?

Gideon turned around and saw me standing in the doorway. His sweet little smile morphed into complete anger. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT BARGING IN?!"

"I'm sorry, but what are you doing? It looks dangerous, not to mention impossible. Is this some sort of voodoo thing? Please tell me it's a new act for The Tent of Telepathy," I asked.

"STOP PESTERING ME, MOTHER!" Gideon yelled and suddenly, the floor disappeared from under me.

I was floating in mid-air, right in front of Gideon's twisted face. I was petrified, I knew my son had issues but not this serious. HE'S SOME SORT OF DEMON! Soon I hit the ground, and I immediately started to inch for the door.

Gideon cackled and said, "Once I have ultimate power, you'll never pester me again!" I ran for the hall, not caring about the table I knocked over. My son is crazy! What do I do? What do I do? What was that?! He was using…. MAGIC!

I suddenly collided into Bud but I was too shocked to notice. My sweet son had just threatened me! And he had MAGIC!

"Bud, BUD! Gideon was in his room, and everything was levitating! He was using his new bolo tie, it was magic. He was real powers, and he's some sort of evil power-hungry maniac! We have to tell someone!" I exclaimed all at once.

"Well, sweetie you must be mistaken. Gideon is the nicest son we could hope for. What could be so bad about him?" Bud replied.

I wasn't going to let this go, however. "Please, you have to believe me. We could go see him right now. There's something wrong with him. He has a magic amulet. Just please believe me," I screamed. My hands tore at my hair, frizzing it up.

Bud's face clouded over with worry and he grabbed my hand. "Come on, honey. Let's just take a drive; it'll clear your head."

I tried to pull back but Bud yanked me over to the car and he inserted the keys. We drove over to the Gravity Falls History Museum and Bud made a strangely cryptic phone call, I hope it's not another woman. But I don't have any time to worry about it; I spent the entire drive plucking out my hairs. Crazy thoughts about my son swarmed in my head, there's something wrong with Gideon, and I know it. His mystic amulet was at the center of my attention though. I didn't even notice Bud blindfolding me, saying that he had some surprise for me.

When Bud removed the blindfold, I was sitting in some sort of barber's chair and a crowd of robed men stood in front of me. WHAT IS GOING ON?!

"This for your own good, pumpkin," Bud said.

He whispered something in the leader's ear and he typed the words GIDEON'S POWERS into some sort of invention that looked like a cross between a hairdryer and a steam engine. I frantically started to loosen free as the robed men pulled their hoods down tight.

"What are you doing? Who are you? Bud, what's happening? Why are giving me an old-fashioned hairdryer? Bud, listen to me—AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

A bolt of blue electricity hit me straight in the noggin, paralyzing me. All thoughts of magic disappeared from my mind. Once it was over, I forgotten why Gideon was evil, what did happened earlier. But I knew that Gideon was wicked somehow but I forgot what he was going to do.

"Mrs. Gleeful, what do you know about your son?" the leader asked.

"HE'S A WICKED LITTLE BOY! I don't know what he's gonna do but it's something big!" I cried.

Bud appeared and said, "Close enough."

It is UNSEEN," the group chanted.