In which Dipper and Mabel have an ending to this particular adventure.

The shack appeared just as it did when they left it, except for one beeping sound coming from Stan's old office. Somewhat nervously, Mabel made her way across the gift shop to see what it was.

The door was ajar, so she gently pushed it open. Almost immediately she was greeted with Dipper's pinetree hat; she picked it up and put it on her own head. But other than that there was no sign of her brother, yet still the incessant beeping noise which now seemed to be coming from the copy machine.

With a frown Mabel walked over to it and read the description under one urgently flashing red light: 'Please replace paper'. Huh, it wasn't empty when they left.

"Dude, where are you?" Mabel could hear Soos shout from the front, so she ran over to rejoin him. "Found anything, Hambone?"

"Nope."

"Huh." Wendy frowned, listening to the silent house. "It would suck if he ran off."

Pacifica's eyes widened. "Well, I'm not looking for him with some giant wolf monster on the loose! We can, like, pick him up later or whatever!"

"But we haven't checked upstairs yet, or the living room!" Mabel protested. "He's probably all alone and scared!"

"Hey, hey," Wendy put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "We're not leaving until we find Dipper, don't worry."

"What!"

The redheaded girl tossed Pacifica the keys. "Go drive yourself out of Gravity Falls, then."

Pacifica opened her mouth, going red in the face. Then she closed it again. Then she opened it, and finally: "Okay, fine! But can we split up so we at least have a chance of getting out of here alive?"

"Sounds good." Soos crossed his arms. "But who shall go with who?"

This question was doomed to go unanswered, for at that moment there was a loud howl from outside.

"Dipper?" Mabel looked out of the window to see a large pair of yellow eyes. "Nope, not Dipper!"

Soos jumped into action, slamming the front door closed. "Quick! Somebody get a table and-"

The wolf smashed through the door like tissue paper, pinning Soos underneath the splintered remains. Like lightning it slashed him right down the middle, and there was a cry of pain from the man.

Mabel gasped.

"Soos!" Wendy got out her axe and moved in to engage. The wolf violently snapped at the weapon, biting the tip off and crunching the metal in its massive maw. Mabel watched in horror as it raised a paw and swatted Wendy against the side of the shack, leaving her slumped and motionless.

Pacifica had gone white like a sheet, but nonetheless she picked something off the shelf – a magic 8-ball – and threw it at the wolf. It struck the skull with a thunk but the beast was unfazed; Mabel saw it dash from one end of the shack to the other in under a second to deliver a powerful swipe at the girl. She flew like a ragdoll in the air and landed right in front of Mabel, alive but with four deep gashes in her shoulder.

And suddenly Mabel was alone, the great black beast pacing towards her with deceptive sluggishness. Her breath caught in her chest, and she did the only thing her racing mind could think of to save herself.

She ran.

"Dipper!" Mabel screamed, clearing the parking lot. "Dipper!"

She could hear the awful panting of the black wolf behind her; she knew it could easily catch up to her and kill her now, but it was trailing behind. Watching. Waiting, but for what?

She kept running through the trees, calling, "Dipper!" There was no response. "Dipper!"

Still. Nothing.

Finally Mabel reached a small clearing, and what she saw there stopped her in her tracks. It was the statue. The statue of Bill.

All she had needed to do was smash this thing, and none of this would have happened. But it was too late now.

Once she stopped running, she felt the exhaustion pull her to her knees in front of the statue. There was a growling and she tiredly tilted her head to the side, already knowing what it was: the wolf with yellow eyes was emerging out of the darkness, its lips drawn back in a toothy demented smile.

"Dipper…" Mabel tried to get to her feet, but she stumbled backwards. The wolf kept on pacing towards her, and she shut her eyes tight, bracing for the impact.

It never came. Instead, another growl rumbled from the bushes behind Mabel. She opened her eyes and turned to see a small brown wolf approaching them.

"Dipper!" Mabel's face lit up. The brown wolf flicked his ear but otherwise continued to move towards the black wolf.

The black wolf let loose a roaring snarl and stopped in its tracks. It stared down the brown wolf, looked tiny compared to the beast.

All of a sudden the black wolf charged him and knocked him to the ground, and in that moment it seemed like everything was over. But then the forest seemed to come alive with rustles and growls, and in a matter of seconds the area was covered in wolves.

All of them were small, brown and furry. Like exact copies of each other… like what the copy machine did! Mabel thought back to the machine emptied of paper, and she grinned.

"Hah!" Mabel shakily stood up. "Take that, you dumb wolf- not you guys, that one."

'That one', the black wolf, seemed to have realized the danger. It growled and backed towards the centre, but in a matter of seconds all the clones had converged on it. The beast roared in pain and took off, leading hundreds of clones in pursuit.

All except one. Mabel smiled tiredly as he came up to her, head cocked worriedly.

"Thanks, Dipper. I knew I could trust you." She took off the hat she was wearing and put it on the brown wolf, who quickly shook it off. "Haha, you're funny. Wait until Wendy and Soos hear about-"

Then she stopped. "Wendy, Soos, Pacifica! Oh my gosh, we have to go, come on!"

The wolf seemed to pick up on Mabel's panic, and the two ran for home. They left the statue just as it had always been, completely untouched.