WELP HOW ABOUT THAT NEW EPISODE

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY ITS ALL GONE TO SHIT

Stanley Pines rested his chin in his hand as he leaned against the rail of Fiddleford's boat, daydreaming. His chocolate brown eyes were half-lidded, and he kept nodding off for a second before jerking back to reality again. 'How long was it going to take to get to Scuttlebutt Island anyway?' He thought bitterly. He sighed. 'Well, as long as I have a bit of time alone, might as well daydream about-'

"Hey! aren't you supposed to be keeping lookout?"

Stanley jumped in surprise and hurriedly turned around. His twin brother Stanford was looking at him incredulously, an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed. Stanley quickly blushed before grinning widely, pulling a volleyball seemingly out of nowhere and yelling "LOOK OUT!" before throwing at at him. Stanford cried out and rubbed his arm.

"Ow! Hey!"

Stanley laughed. "No but seriously, I'm on it."

The boat jolted to a sudden stop, having crashed onto the shore of the island. The boat shook, but thankfully didn't break or start sinking. Stanley beamed at his brother. "See? We're here! I'm a lookout genius!"

The trio disembarked the ship, Stanford holding a lantern and Stanley helping Fiddleford down, before sticking close as they stared at Scuttlebutt Island. It was not a particularly large island, but it had the look of a place that you would very easily get lost in and never find your way out. Tall trees were everywhere, and a thick mist covered the island like a thick blanket. It was also eerily cold, and Stanford swore that he heard some kind of monster noise off in the distance. Gulping, the three twelve-year olds cautiously made their way into the island.

A short time later they came across an old wooden sign nailed to a tree which read "Scuttlebutt Island." Stanley snickered and covered the "Scuttle" part of the sign up with his arm.

"Hey Fidds, look. Butt Island~"

Fiddleford laughed and lightly punched Stan on the shoulder. "Stanley Pines, you rapscallion!"

The two giggled immaturely until Lee noticed his twin's apprehensive expression. "Hey Poindexter, why aren't Ya laughing? Are you scared?" He asked with a smirk.

Stanford laughed anxiously and looked away. "Pssh, what? Yeah, right! I'm not-"

"Yeah Ya are! Scaredy-cat!" Stanley grinned and poked his brother in the stomach, blowing a raspberry.

"Hey! Stop! Lee! Ahh!" Stanford kept crying out in light annoyance as Stanley kept poking him and blowing raspberries, and Stanley had intended to keep it up for at least a minute before he was interrupted by a loud growling noise. Fiddleford let out a small, scared whimper.

"D-did you two h-hear that?"

Lee nodded, apprehensive. "What was that?" He turned to the smallest boy. "Was that your stomach?"

Fiddleford crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "No Stanley, my stomach usually makes whale noises." He said sarcastically.

Stanley raised a curious eyebrow. "What, really?"

"N-no, I was being sarcastic." He laughed lightly. "Guess I need ta work on that, huh?"

While they were bantering, a possum ran up to Stanford out of the mist, grabbing the old lantern he had held with his teeth and scampering off. The six-fingered twin let out an aggravated noise.

"Aww, it got our lantern! What are we gonna do now?!"

Fiddleford bit his lip. "St-Stanferd, are Ya about this? Maybe... Maybe this isn't worth it." Said blond looked at them both nervously, wringing his hands together and unconsciously hiding the Orion birthmark on his forearm. His bright blue eyes were wide in nervousness behind his large circular glasses, and he looked even smaller than he was in the spooky mist. Stanley opened his braces-filled mouth, about to agree with the handyman and leave treasure hunting for another time, but Stanford seemed undeterred as he grinned at them, his expression unchanging.

"Not worth it? Fidds, imagine all the stuff we could do with $1000 in prize money!"

Fiddlefords eyes widened once more and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A cash prize? Huh... Well... I guess we could try..."

Stanley looked at him concernedly. "Are you sure, Fidds?"

The other nodded. "Yeah, let's do this! Let's get that Gobblewonker!"

Stanley soon grinned again. "YEAH! We'll get him for sure- we're the bravest, coolest, most awesome monster hunting team there is! We are-"

Stanford facepalmed. "Oh MOSES no, not another stupid nickna-"

"-THE MYSTERY TRIO!"

"STANLEY NO"

"STANLEY YES"

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The three twelve-year-old boys walked in a single file line through the woods of Scuttlebutt Island, Stanford keeping a disposable camera at the ready, Stanley attempting to rap, and Fiddleford reluctantly beatboxing for him. He wasn't very good at it, but fortunately neither was Stanley at rapping.

"My name is Stanley!

It rhymes with Manly!

It also rhymes with... Handy!

It also rhymes with... Cranley!"

Fiddleford laughed. "We should be writing these down so we can release our masterpiece to the public."

Ford suddenly stopped and stuck out his hand, stopping the two behind him. He looked ahead with increasing excitement. "Guys, did you hear that?" Another growling noise could be heard, closer and louder than before, and it startled a flock of birds. They looked like crows; they flew away from the growl with startled caws and looped around in a tight circle before flapping their wings and flying away, leaving a few jet black feathers to float aimlessly to the ground below. The three looked up for a moment, anxiousness slowly filling Stanley and Fiddleford.

Stanford was already twenty steps ahead of them. He smiled back at his companions, adjusting his Wayfer glasses. "Hey, did you know that the proper name for a flock of crows is called a murder?"

Stanley gritted his teeth. "THANKS, Poindexter. I REALLY needed to hear that right now."

A deep growl suddenly thundered around them; a deep throated noise that was rough and edgy. Stanford was practically jumping up and down in excitement. "This is it! This is it!"

His brother gave an identical grin and turned to Fiddleford. "You ready, Fiddlesticks?"

Fiddleford's brow was furrowed in anxiousness, but he took on a determined expression as he reached down and grabbed a large pointed stick off of the forest floor, holding it close to himself protectively like a spear. He nodded.

"Okay. Let's go."

Stanford had raced up ahead, ignoring the possibility of getting eaten by a lake monster, so Stanley and Fiddleford walked side by side. After a few seconds Fiddleford finally spoke again.

"...'Fiddlesticks'?"

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The trio cautiously walked single file, one after the other, through the thick fog that surrounded the woods of Scuttlebutt Island. A large pond soon came into view through the thick mist, and Stanford stopped the group when he saw a humongous silhouette, one that looked just like the old man's description of the Gravity Falls Gobblewonker.

The trio hid behind a log almost in unison. Both Stanley and Fiddleford turned to Stanford, who was gripping a disposable camera and furrowing his brows in thought (or concentration, it was hard to tell which).

After a few seconds of intense thought, Stanford turned to his companions. "We run out and take as many pictures as we can on three, okay?"

The other two nodded and turned their cameras on.

"Ready? GO!"

The trio ran with their cameras at the ready, Stanley and Fiddleford yelling as they snapped pictures of whatever was in front of them, but stopped after they processed what was actually standing before them.

It was the remains of an old boat, covered with beavers. Stanley made an "aww" sound. "They're so cute!~ look at their little arms!~"

Two beavers chittered happily while another thumped its tail on the boat and fell off. Yet another was chewing on a bloodstained chainsaw, which occasionally made the hoarse growl the monster hunters had heard prior. Stanford sighed.

"Maybe that old guy was just crazy all along."

"He DID use the word scrapdoodle..."

Stanford sat down on a rock and sighed, looking out onto the fog-covered pond. "What is Grauntie Mabel gonna say? We ditched her over nothing!" He made an irritated noise and threw a small stone into the water, but his eyes widened in shock as the rock he was sitting on began to shake. "Guys, did you feel that?" As he spoke, the rock sank into the murky depths, and Ford had to swim back to shore, his brother pulling back onto the back. Just as the polydactyl turned around he saw the silhouette of the real Gobblewonker swim away. He grinned, almost fanatically.

"Come on guys, this is our chance!"

He turned back to his friends to realize that they were gaping at something else behind him, Fiddleford and Stanley clutching at each other in horror as they stared at something in from of Ford. Stanford, oblivious, raised a curious eyebrow.

"It's not that hard, Ya knuckleheads. All Ya gotta do is point and shoot. Like this!"

He turned around, but dropped his camera in shock when he saw himself face to face with the Gobblewonker.

As soon as Fiddleford had cried "RUN!" The trio sprinted back towards the boat as fast as their legs would carry them.

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"GO BOTHER YOUR OWN KIDS, OLD WOMAN!"

Mabel Pines sighed as she quietly sped her boat out further into the lake, away from all the other denizens of Gravity Falls. She bit her lip as she glanced down at the lake water, as if looking to her watery reflection for help. Then, as if on instinct, she took a worn hair tie from around her wrist and subconsciously tied up her hair and hid it underneath her hat, making it look almost like her long, silver hair was in some sort of messy pixie cut. She then turned and rested her chin in her hand as she stared wistfully at this short-haired reflection. "What in the world am I gonna do?" She asked in a quiet murmur. "I'm all alone... Again... And I'm sick of it. I just want someone to talk to besides by own goshdarn relfection; why won't even my grandnephews talk to me!?"

Her reflection didn't respond, so the old woman merely sat there, tears filling her eyes as her lonesomeness overtook her. She stared at the glittering water with a bitter nostalgia.

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Stanley Pines was running for his life.

He was sprinting as fast as he could go, pulling his twin brother along behind him, dodging trees, lunging to make sure no one would get squashed by falling Pine Trees, and using pure adrenaline and his athletic skills from boxing to run ahead of the incoming beast and pull Stanford and Fiddleford back onto the boat. Stanford let out a disappointed noise, even as the Gobblewonker was chasing after them.

"This lens is cracked! Hot Belgian Waffles, can't anything go right today? Fidds, try and nab a photo!"

Fiddleford was busy attempting to throw cameras at the monster in hopes of driving it off. Stanford cried out in shock. "Fiddleford! What are you doing?!"

The shortest boy stopped, the last camera still held in his small palm. "Oh! Here, I've still got one left!" He threw it at Stanford for him to catch, but it broke as it hit the sides of the boat.

Stanford was about to hell at him when the Gobblewonker dived into the lake and began to chase them. Fiddleford cried out and raced to the hull of his small boat, successfully starting the engines and beginning to speed away from the lake monster.

"Go go go go go!" Stanford yelled, six-fingered hands gripping the handrail as he stared, frightened, at the incoming monster. Fiddleford's expression became more determined as he sped up the boat, the Gobblewonker still behind them.

Meanwhile, Mabel sat in her small little boat, her hair back in its normal style, face set in concentration as she tried to thread a fishhook. She made a noise of triumph as the line finally went through-

A sudden large splash hit Mabel and her boat. She turned around quickly to see Fiddleford and the twins yelling as they were speeding through the water. Fiddleford whipped around with an apologetic expression. "Sorry, Ms. Pines!"

"FIDDS! BEAVERS!"

Fiddleford cried out in shock as beavers started to take over the ship. Many were chewing on or destroying equipment that he had spent hours inventing and fixing, and two were taking turns chewing the cuffs off Stanford's pants while another bit Stanley's arm. He winced and punched the thing off.

Something pulling on the young handyman's too-large shirt made him look down. A beaver had decided to get cocky and, with the help of another beaver, they were tearing his Mystery Shack shirt to streamers. He yelled, pushing them away. "Hey! Get off! This shirt is MINE!"

The Beavers took no notice of him and the larger one successfully tore Fiddleford's shirt off, causing him to cry out and blush, covering his pale, skinny midriff. He then scowled. "Alright Ya varmint, C'MERE!"

He dove and caught the thing and tossed it overboard, and his companion soon followed. Stanley had just punched the last beaver off the boat and onto the depths of the lake before rushing to the hull. He grabbed ahold of the wheel and tried his best to steer the boat, swerving to avoid rocks and fishermen. He gripped the wheel tighter. Why did he always end up in situations like this?

"FORD, WHERE DO I GO?!"

"Uh..." Stanford adjusted his Wayfer glasses and flipped theough the journal. "Go through the falls! I think there might be a cave behind there!"

Stanley cried out as he turned the boat towards the falls with a swerve. "MIGHT be?!"

All three of them screamed as the boat sped through the falls, successfully getting them soaked, until what was left of Fiddleford's boat crashed into the dirt of the cave behind the waterfall. The Gobblewonker, sill on their tail, went through the falls as well...

...successfully getting its large body stuck in the cave entrance.

Stanley looked up at gaped at this sight. "It's... It's stuck!"

Stanford punched the air with a grin. "Ha ha! Yeah! Wait, it's stuck?!" He frantically searched his jacket pockets for a camera, but finding none. He was just beginnig to panic when Stanley gave him an eye roll and commented, "There's one next to your lucky notepad, remember?"

The polydactyl breathed a sigh of relief as he finally pulled the last camera out of his back pocket and jumped up and down happily as he took snapshot after snapshot, laughing. Stanleh grinned. "Did Ya get any good ones?"

"THEYRE ALL GOOD ONES!" Ford cried out in glee as Fiddleford sat up with a groan. Stanley helped him up and gave him a concerned look. "What happened to your shirt?"

Fiddleford gritted his teeth. "Beavers."

Stanford chuckled lightly as Stanley immeadiately took care of his friend's problem by taking off Ford's jacket and handing it to the shortest boy. "Here, put this on."

The southern boy gave him a thankful smile. "Thank Ya kindly, Stanley."

He was met with one of Stanley's more playful smirks. "No prob, Fiddlesticks."

They grinned at each other before another one of the Gobblewonkers roars echoed theough the small cave, snapping them both back to reality, and a rock fell on its head. Electricity sparked and the golden glowing eyes flickered out as the head snapped off, revealing robotic parts. They all gaped at it.

"Fidds...?" Both boys looked at him. Fiddleford sighed, almost exasperatedly.

"I didn't build it, Stanferd. But I think I know who did." He replied determinedly before walking over and climbing on top of the robotics back. Stanley called out for him to be careful as Fiddleford opened up a hatch near the monster's spine, and slowly opened it, the twins climbing up behind him. All three of them gasped.

"Old Man Ramirez?"

The crazed old man from earlier was singing a little ditty to himself as he punched buttons and worked levers. He looked up, noticing the trio for the first time. "Do do do do do... Hey, wha-? Awww, Quickscopes!"

Stanford raised a brow in confusion. "Huh? YOU!? What- what were you-? You made this? Why?"

The old man turned around completely, sorrow in his big brown eyes. "Well, I just... I just wanted attention."

Stanley made a pitying noise. "Oh, you poor man! But, why?"

Old Man Ramirez but his lip, turning a red screwdriver over in his hands. "No one sees me. No one bothers me. No one expects anything of me. It's like a dream.

My own cousin hasn't said a kind word to me in years, dood. So," his sad frown was replaced by his usual manic grin, "I figured I'd catch his fancy with a fifteen ton aquatic robut!

And well, when Ya get Ta be my age, you don't know what kind of measures you'll go to to spend time with your family. It's awful, being alone."

Stanford and Stanley looked at each other guiltily, both thinking of Mabel. She had just wanted to spend time with them, and they just pushed her away. They felt awful.

Both twins simultaneously knew what they had to do.

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Mabel's boat was nearing the dock. She sighed, running a hand over her face, and wondering how the heck she was going to find the twins. They had just cast her aside, and now she was just too numb about it to actually think of doing anything else but wallow in her own self-pity.

A loud honking noise brought her back to earth. The old woman turned around, surpirsed, at the sight of the young three monster hunters and their torn up scrap pile of a boat. She gaped before snapping out of it and giving them an incredulous look.

"Kids? What're you doing here? I though you were off playing "Spin the Bottle" with Fidds!"

Stanley blushed and Fiddleford hurriedly shook his head no. Stanford coughed, a little awkwardly.

"Listen Grauntie, we're sorry. We shouldn't have left you all by yourself."

She flapped a hand at them. "Save your sympathy! I've had tons of fun on my own! Fishing, talking to my reflection, doing things that may or may not be illegal, et cetera."

Stanley gave her a small smile, and pulled out his fishing hat, shooting his great aunt a big, braces-filled grin as he put it on. "Then I guess there isn't any room on that boat for us?"

Mabel looked at them in shock. Ford nodded and put on his own hat. Mabel grinned and helped them onto her little rowboat. "Of course there is! I can't do anything fun and/or illegal without you two little gremlins!" And both twins laughed. Fiddleford gave a shy smile. "Well, I guess I'll be goi- YAGH!"

The blond cried out as Mabel pulled him onto the boat as well. "Cmon Fidds, you're comin' too! You're as much family as the Stans are!" She shot him a supportive grin, which was returned by a soft smile from the young boy.

And the four of them had a great time not doing anything life-threatening (for a change). They took pictures with the last camera, fished, laughed, and the three of them even let Mabel bring out the joke book for a short amount of time before forcing her to put it away after the forty-seventh bad elephant pun.

Underneath them, the real Gobblewonker swam menacingly in the murky water below, eating a stray disposable camera.

AND FINALLY DONE! boy, that chapter was a task to write. I think it's my longest one. GEEZ, it might be a little while before I pick this up again for episode three, unfortunately.

And, as im sure you noticed, Soos talks in almost nothing but video game quotes. I do have a list prepared for future chapters, but I can use all the help I can get. If you have any suggestions for any line Old Man Ramirez could ever use, please drop me a line!

But thank you so much for reading! Please like, review, etc! See Ya next chapter!

-Star

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