Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. I think this story is going to wrap up in 2-3 more chapters. Enjoy!-Mr-Dippingsauce

Chapter Seven

"Are you sure?" Sheriff Blubs asked him.

"Positive," replied Charles. "Just look at the two pictures!"

The cop took off his sunglasses and examined the photos. His small eyes widened. "Well, I'll be darned. It really is Stanford Pines!" He yelled to the newest recruit. "Durland! We got a case! A real one this time!"

"Boy, oh boy." A young man said. He looked to be about 20. "Let's go get 'em!"

The sun was rising. The birds sang out their sweet songs as nature began to awake. Stanley breathed in the sweet air and sighed. He had left a note to Stanford about where he was going. Whistling a tune, he stepped into the forest.

Stanford woke up around 8. He stretched, yawned, and made his way into the kitchen. He found a note that Stanley had left him. Stanford, I'll be in the forest. Expect me to be back around noon. Stanley. Stanford nodded and went to make himself breakfast.

He had just downed his second English muffin when he heard a knock at the door. He went over and opened the door.

"Stanford Pines," said the cop on the other side of the door. "You are under arrest for the robberies of the multiple banks across the Midwest!"

Stanley stared up at the tall mountain he was about to ascend. If locals were to be believed, then something was up there, something horrifying enough to scar the lumberjack for life. He was going to find what that thing was. He grabbed onto a ledge and pulled them up.

"Listen, we've seen the photographs. We know you did it. Now fess up!"

Stanford couldn't believe this was happening. He had covered his tracks so well. How had they found him?

The cop walked around him. He used cheap, corny interrogation techniques; bright light, empty room. Stanford had gotten plenty of that from teachers, thank you very much.

"Perhaps this will jog your memory," Sherriff Blubs said, tossing down some papers onto the table.

Stanford could not believe his eyes. On the table lay several newspapers from several major newspapers, none of which could easily be got in Gravity Falls, All ran a headline article about the thefts, with the same exact picture in each of them. Even an idiot could see that it was Stanley.

The jig was up.

Stanley pulled himself up onto yet another ledge. He was about halfway up the mountain. He wiped his brow, and took out one of his many water bottles in his backpack. He gulped 3/4th s of it down.

He continued to climb.

"Fine, fine you got me. What are you gonna do with me now?"

The cop smiled. "Well, I'm going to take you out to Chicago to get tried there, but first, someone would like to talk to you."

The cop stepped out of the room.

In walked none other than Charles Gleeful.

"Charles? What are you doing here?"

"I turned you in."

Stanford's face fell. "What? You turned me in?"

"Well, I'm sure Stanley would have anyways. I found the papers were in your house."

"YOU WERE IN OUR HOUSE? What's going on here?"

"Listen very closely, Stanford." Charles said, suddenly darkening his voice. "I'm a very good negotiator. I could get you a sentence significantly less than what you would have without me."

Stanford perked up. "Really?"

"On one condition."

"And what would that be?"

"You tell me the location of your brother's journals."

Stanford paused for a moment. How does he know? He decided to play dumb. "Journals? What are you talking about?"

Charles chuckled. "It's quite valiant of you to protect your brother and his secrets. However, the time has come to weigh your priorities against your brother's. Do you really want to keep protecting him?"

The difficulty of this situation strained Stanford to his core. Charles said he could help him, but he was also the one who turned him in. his brother, meanwhile, had taken him in with (almost) no debate, and had helped him while he was here.

"Sorry, I really don't know what you're talking about."

Charles sniffed. "Fine. Live out your life in jail. See if I care."

Sherriff Blubs entered once more. "I think we should go now."

"Can you give me a ride, Blubs?" Charles asked. "Boring is on your way, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. I'd be happy to give you a ride."

Stanley had reached the top. He dug inside his backpack for his flashlight. He pulled it out and shined it in the cave. It didn't seem to make a difference. The cave was still extremely dark. Stanley walked inside. All that could be heard was the dripping of water of the stalagmites. After about ten minutes, he sighed. There was obviously no life within the walls of this cave.

A giant figure lumbered behind him.

From the bottom of the mountain, the lumberjack heard a man's yell.

Well, there's Chapter 7! The final chapters should be up this weekend. Until then, see ya!-Mr-Dippingsauce