Silvia drove the golf cart and stopped at a large hole. "In this land of ours, there are many great pits," she told Dana, Marcus, and Salls. "But none more bottomless than the bottomless pit. Which, as you can see, here is bottomless."

"Question," Salls said. "Is it bottomless?"

Silvia sighed. "Kids, can one of you try explaining this to Salls?"

"Graunt Silvia, why are we here again?" Dana asked.

"To dispose of things that we don't want," Silvia said. "So long, useless computer equipment!" She threw various gadgets down the pit.

"Goodbye, random sticks and twigs!" Marcus said. He threw them away. "Die! Die!"

Salls took off her shoes and threw them in the pit. "What are you doing?" Dana asked.

"Throwing stuff," Salls answered. "Everyone's doing it." She threw a barbecue grill down the pit.

"Graunt Silvia, do I really have to be the one to point out that a bottomless pit is, by definition, impossible?" Dana asked.

"Says you," Silvia replied, throwing more gadgets down the pit.

"Well, I guess we'll never know," Marcus said.

Suddenly, the wind started blowing hard. "Aah! It's some sort of invisible pushing force!" Salls said.

"Quick! Everyone back to the hut!" Dana said. She ran toward the house.

"But sweetie, I'm not done getting rid of these yet!" Silvia said. She tried to throw more gadgets into the bottomless pit.

Worried, Dana, Salls, and Marcus tried to pull Silvia away from the pit. But with a strong gush of wind, they all fell in screaming.

Inside the bottomless pit, Marcus, Dana, Salls, and Silvia were still screaming. They stopped after a few seconds. "So, anyone want to scream some more?" Salls asked.

"Where are we?" Dana asked.

Marcus lit a glowstick. "We're somewhere where it looks like we're nowhere." He hung the glowstick on his arm.

"We're gonna land on something eventually," Dana said. "It could be any second now."

Everyone braced for a landing, but nothing happened. "Well it looks like we're down here for the long haul," Silvia said.

"Hey, maybe we should pass the time by telling stories," Salls suggested.

"I've got a story," Dana said. "It's called the time Graunt Silvia got us all thrown into a bottomless pit where we spent the rest of our natural lives!"

"Go on..." Salls said.

"Come on, Stargirl," Marcus said. "You can do better than that."

"Fine," Dana said, taking the glowstick from Marcus. "I'll tell you a story. A story I'd like to call 'Voice Over'."

On a warm summer day, Marcus, William, and Salls were on the lawn with Oinkers. "Ready?" Marcus asked.

"Spin the Pig!" the three said as they spun Oinkers around. A few seconds later, she stopped, her snout pointing at Silvia.

"Hey, Graunt Silvia," Marcus said. "Ever kissed a pig before?"

Silvia cringed in disgust. "I'd rather not answer that question."

Dana ran up. "Guys!" she exclaimed. "I think I just got bit by a snake! I need you to get me to a hospital quick!"

Silvia snorted a laugh, covering her mouth. "What?" Dana asked. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry, dearest," Silvia said. "It's just hard to focus on what you're saying with that high-pitched squeaky princess voice you have."

"My what?" Dana asked.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Dana," Marcus said. "Your voice is hillaaarrious!"

"Are you saying my voice squeaks?" Dana asked. "My voice doesn't squeak!" She covered her mouth in embarrassment.

"No offense, but it squeaks so much that we've already made a techno remix out of it," Salls said. She took out a tape player and pressed play.

"Nice to meet you."
"My name's Dana Pines."
"P-P-Pines, Pines, Pines."
"Nice to meet you."
"P-P-Pines, Pines, Pines."

Dana blushed. "Do I really sound like that?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh, here comes my favorite part!" William said.

"Stop it, guys!"

Marcus, Silvia, Salls, and William laughed. "Give me that!" Dana said. She took the tape and left.

One hospital visit later, Dana sighed as she walked. She cringed, noticing that even her sighs sound weird. Suddenly, she was greeted by Old Woman McGucket. "Hello there!" she said. "I couldn't help but overhear your situation. Old Woman McGucket, part-time inventor."

"Hey, I remember you!" Dana said. "Your robot almost killed me!"

Old Woman McGucket dragged Dana into an alley. "Come here!" She said. "Follow me into this dark and dangerous alley."

In the junkyard, Old Woman McGucket poured green liquid into a cup. "Lately, I've been tickerizing with a voice alterizing tonic," she explained, giving Dana the tonic.

"This will really fix my voice?" Dana asked. "Thanks!" she drank the tonic.

"Come mornin', you'll sound like a new woman," Old Woman McGucket said.

The next morning, Dana woke up, got out of bed, and walked over to the vanity. She picked up a brush with the intention of attempting to brush her always messy hair. "Good morning Dana."

Dana dropped the brush in shock. Her voice was more mature and elegant! The tonic worked! She rushed over to Marcus' bed. "Morning Marcus," she said. "Who's my favorite Marcus?"

Marcus woke up in alarm. He screamed and started hitting Dana with a golf club. "Who are you?!" he asked. "What have you done with my sister?! Dana! I'll save you from this body-switching witch!"

"Marcus, it's me!" Dana said. "This is my voice now. I sound awesome."

"I know my voice changing when I was younger was weird, but this is weirder," Marcus said. "And bad."

"But Marcus, this is the best thing that has ever happened to me," Dana said. "And just think of the prank calls."

"Marcus no like," Marcus said sadly.

In the gift shop, Dana walked up to Salls. "How are you doing, Salls?" The 12-year-old girl asked.

Salls grabbed a broom and used it to hit Dana. "Kill it!" she exclaimed. "Kill it with fire!" Various tourists ran out of the hut while that was going on

Dana swatted the broom away from Salls. "What gives?" Dana asked. "You guys all made fun of my old voice. I thought you'd like the new one."

"Well, at least before you sounded like a real person," Salls said. "Now, you sound like some sexy supermodel."

"I'll find Graunt Silvia," Dana said, heading for the front door. "She'll like my new voice. You'll see."

Over at downtown Gravity Falls, Dana looked for Silvia. "Graunt Silvia!" she called out. "Graunt Silvia! Where are you, Graunt Silvia?"

Eventually, Dana finally found Silvia at the local supermarket. "There you are, Graunt Silvia!" Dana said. "I've been looking all over for you!"

Silvia looked surprised. "What on Earth happened to your voice?" she asked.

"I changed it," Dana explained. "What do you think?"

"Sweetie, to be honest, I don't even recognize you anymore," Silvia said sadly. "You were better off with your old voice."

"Oh..." Dana said, disappointed. "Okay..."

Back in the junkyard, Dana ran to where Old Woman McGucket was. "McGucket!" Dana said. "Your invention was a catastrophe!"

"That's probably why I live in a dump!" Old Woman McGucket said.

"My own brother didn't recognize me," Dana said. "I scared away crowds. I even sound ridiculous when I feel sad."

Old Woman McGucket inspected the cup that once contained the tonic. "Well, now. Here's your problem," she said. "I gave you the wrong drinking majiggy. This one's for voice over professionals. I'm sure I got an better voice in here somewhere." She dug through the car trunk.

"Good!" Dana said. "Hurry up!"

"You got here just in time," Old Woman McGucket said. "Come sundown, you'd be back to your ridiculous old voice."

"It was ridiculous, wasn't it?" Dana asked. She took out the tape player and pressed play.

"D-D-Dana Pines."

"That's me!"

Marcus: This remix is dedicated to my sister. Stargirl, your voice is one of a kind.

Salls: I've never heard anything like it. R-R-Remix over!

"Are you ready for your new voice?" Old Woman McGucket asked. "This one should be permanent!" She gave Dana an orange tonic.

Dana looked back and forth between the tonic and the tape player. With a sigh, she held the cup up to her mouth.

At the Surprise Hut, Dana approached Marcus and Salls and took a deep breath. "Hey guys," she squeaked in her normal voice.

Marcus and Salls rushed over to Dana, happy that her old voice was back. "Dana!" Marcus cheered.

"You're back!" Salls happily said.

"I guess I realized that even though my voice may not be perfect, it's still mine," Dana said. "And I wouldn't change it for anything."

Some time after Dana's story, they decided to play I Spy. "I spy with my little eye something that is...black!" Marcus said.

"Ooh ooh! Everything!" Salls said.

"Yay for Salls!" Marcus said, clapping. "Hey guys, who wants to pass the time by spinning? Everyone spin!"

"No," Dana said. But Marcus spun her around anyway.

"Marcus, stop spinning your sister," Silvia said. "Salls, can you tell a story?"

"Okay," Salls said. "This story is called 'Salls' Really Good Pinball Story'. Is that a good title? Does it have to be a pun or whatever?"

Salls, Dana, and Marcus were in the Surprise Hut's pinball room. Salls was playing pinball as Dana and Marcus cheered.

"This is it," Salls said. "After four long years of trying, I might finally get a high score on Silvia's creepy old pinball machine. If I do this, I'll go down in pinball history, with the likes of Sam, Gaff, and, of course, Poo."

"Have you ever tried tilting the machine?" Dana asked.

"I don't know," Salls said. "Isn't breaking the rules against the rules?"

"Nuts to the rules!" Marcus encouraged. "Tilt! Tilt! Tilt!"

But Salls refused to cheat. However, it wasn't long before she lost.

Failure! You stink!

"All right, that's it!" Salls said. "Are you ready, kids?"

Marcus and Dana got on either side of the machine and began rapidly tilting the machine.

Quit tiltin', partner. Quit tiltin'!

Then Salls tilted the ball into the cowboy skull's mouth.

Bulls-eye! New high score!

Marcus and Dana cheered. "This is the best moment of my life," Salls said.

That ain't right. You cheated.

"Oh yeah," Marcus said. "What are you gonna do about it? You're just a pinball game, pinball game." He poked the machine. "Taunt, taunt."

"Uh, guys," Dana said, backing up. "There's an awful lot of green lightning coming out of that game."

"No, that's the normal amount of green lightning," Salls said. But then green lightning stuck her, Dana, and Marcus.

Salls woke up. Somehow she, Dana, and Marcus were wearing western clothes. "Salls!" Dana said. "We're inside the game!"

"Holy smokes!" Marcus said happily.

And so, Dana and Marcus began to play around in the pinball machine. Marcus even jumped around on the buzzers. "Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing!" he exclaimed.

"If this is a dream, I never want to wake up!" Salls said.

"That can be arranged."

It was the cowboy skull. "Welcome to Tumbleweed Terror, partners," it said.

"Hey, it's the skeleton cowboy guy," Salls said. "Did you zap me into your game to congratulate me on getting my new score? I beat Poo!"

"Pardon, and if'n I do recall, I did warned y'all not to cheat," the cowboy skull said. "I tried to be gentleman-like, but I'm plum sick of being tilted. So, now I reckon, I'm gonna tilt you."

"Well, take this!" Salls said. She hit a button, but she hit herself in the eye. "Ow! And this!" She punched herself again. "Ow! It hurts. I wish this was working better. And this!" She knocked herself out.

"Salls!" Marcus and Dana exclaimed worriedly as Salls dizzily got back on her feet.

The cowboy skull laughed. "Get yourselves ready for the... Multi-Ball!"

And so, multiple pinballs were fired at the trio. "Over there!" Dana said. Then she, Marcus, and Salls ran behind a wall.

"Where are you?" the pinball machine asked. "I'm not done teaching you a lesson about cheating yet."

"How are we gonna get out of here?" Dana asked. "Think, guys."

"I'm trying," Salls said. "But it's hard with that gorgeous pinball wench distracting me." She waved at a cutout of a woman before she came up with a plan. "Okay. Don't worry, guys. I know every inch of this machine. There's a manual power switch inside. I can sneak in there and turn off the game. But we'll have to distract the cowboy guy. Are any of you good at jumping up and down and making annoying noises?"

Marcus stood up. "My time has come," he said.

"Alright," Dana said. "Let's go, Salls." But she was nowhere to be seen. "Salls?" Dana asked.

Of course, Salls was talking to the pinball wench. "So are you doing anything later?" she asked.

Dana kicked the cardboard wench. "Oh, right," Salls said.

"Come on out and show yourselves, varmints," the cowboy skull said.

Dana and Marcus were on top of the flickers. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Marcus said, jumping up and down. "Look at me and listen to what I'm doing! BUZZZZZZ! DISTRACTION! DISTRACTION! LA! LA! LA! LA! LA!"

"Something ain't right here," the cowboy skull said as Dana joined in on the fun. "Let me see where this is going."

While the cowboy skull was distracted, Salls got in a cart and rolled down behind the pinball machine. When she got to the button, she hesitated.

Dana peaked in from above. "Salls, pssssst," she whispered. "What's going on? Just press the switch already!"

"Okay, so I was gonna do that, but I've been thinking," Salls said. "According to this, turning off the power will erase the scores permanently. That score is my one big life accomplishment."

"What?" Dana asked. "If you don't hurry up, we could die in here!"

"Fair point," Salls said. "But what is life when compared to the immortality of a high score?"

Dana groaned. "Salls, are you out of your-!"

"There y'all are," the cowboy skull said. "Get ready to meet your maker, kids. My maker is Ballway Games in Redmond, Washington." It inhaled, sucking Dana and Marcus towards it.

"Salls!" Dana exclaimed.

"Salls, please!" Marcus cried out.

"Turn it off!" Dana begged.

After much hesitation, Salls hit the power button and the pinball game turned off, permanently erasing all of the high scores.

With another flash of green lightning, Salls and the twins woke up outside of the game, back in their everyday outfits. "Whoa!" Salls said. "You okay?"

"Yes!" Marcus cheered. "You did it! You freed us!"

"Hey man, I'm sorry you had to lose your high score," Dana said.

"That's okay," Salls said. "I've got a new life accomplishment now. Saving you two."

"I'm sorry, but I can't believe those things," Silvia said. "Magic tonics? Pinball machines that can take part in a full conversation? Where did you come up with this stuff? I'll tell you a good story. It's called 'Graunt Silvia Wins the Great War'."

In a battlefield, Silvia shot an off-screen enemy and cheered. Allied soldiers approached her. "Ms. Pines," one of them said. "I thought that old folks were useless, but you taught me and my friends a lesson."

"Here is your war medal, Ms. Pines," a woman dressed in uniform said.

"Thank you," Silvia said. "But I couldn't have done it without my sidekick, X7."

"Thank you for building me, mistress!" a robotic cat said.

Silvia and the allied soldiers laughed as fireworks went off. "I love you, mistress," X7 said.

Salls, Dana, and Marcus weren't impressed. "What?" Silvia asked, rubbing her forehead. "That story was great! I even threw in a talking robot for the kids."

"Yeah, yeah," Marcus said. "I'm gonna tell a non-terrible story. A story called 'Trooth Ache'!"

Dana, Marcus, and Silvia were in a driveway while Manly Dan tied up a bear. "Take it easy with the bear, Mr. Corduroy!" Silvia said. "I need him in mascot condition."

"So, let me get this straight," Dana said. "Your plan is to teach a bear to ride a bicycle?"

Don't be silly," Silvia said. "Everyone has seen a bicycle-riding bear. I plan to teach this bear...ballet!"

Outside the Surprise Hut, Silvia put the bear in a toy life-sized car that was in a mini arena. Circus music played as the bear drove around in a circle.

"Graunt Silvia, that doesn't look like a ballet to me," Marcus said.

"It is, dearest," Silvia said. "I saw this kind of ballet in a cartoon. Plus it really isn't illegal."

Marcus followed Silvia into the gift shop. "I've been meaning to ask," he said. "You're pretty honest for a saleswoman. You even sell actual Fool's Gold to your customers instead of spray-painting rocks!"

"That's just how I am," Silvia said. "I'm 100% honest about everything." She picked up a plate of spaghetti and ate a few pieces.

Dana came in. "Hey, have any of you seen my plate of spaghetti?" she asked.

Silvia spat out the piece she just ate and gave the plate to Dana. "I'm so sorry, sweetie," she genuinely apologized. "I didn't know it was yours."

Dana cringed in disgust, looking at the chewed-up pieces. "Thanks...Graunt Silvia," she said.

In the attic, Marcus lying on his bed with Oinkers. Oinkers, what am I gonna do about Graunt Silvia?" he asked. He then started to pretend Oinkers was talking to him. "'There has to be a reason for her always telling the truth.' I know, but how do we find out? 'Maybe you should check Dana's journal. Oink Oink.'"

Marcus smiled. "Oinkers, you genius!" He opened the journal and came across an interesting article. "'Buried 'neath a tree stump in the deep forest are the truth teeth, which forces upon the wearer the inability to lie.' Hmmm..."

That night, Marcus snuck into Silvia's bedroom. Sure enough, her dentures had a distinct yellow tint. He quickly switched them for a regular set of dentures and left the room.

The next morning, Marcus whispered in Dana's ear, explaining his experiment to her. "Truth-telling teeth?" Dana asked. "That's what her lucky dentures actually are?"

"I'm not sure," Marcus answered. "We'll find out today if that's really why she's so honest."

As if on cue, Silvia rushed in. "What happened to my lucky dentures?!" she asked worriedly.

"Your lucky dentures?" Marcus asked innocently.

"Those things have been helping tell the truth!" Silvia explained. "Without them, I might end up telling a lie! That's not good for my business!"

"Oh relax, Graunt Silvia," Marcus said. "How bad can it be?"

Later that day, in the gift shop, a man approached the cash register. "Hey, excuse me," he said. "Do you think this t-shirt is my size?"

"Uh... Sure?" Silvia replied.

"Thanks," the man said.

That afternoon, Silvia was in her office doing her 2013 taxes. Dana looked at one of the papers, which had question marks all over it. "Uh, Graunt Silvia, why did you write question marks on every section?" she asked.

"I honestly don't know what to put down," Silvia admitted. "They're all guesses."

"Then you might wanna...tuck that one away there," Dana said as she shred the paper.

That evening, Dana, Marcus and Silvia were watching TV, where a man on a unicycle is juggling. Dana and Marcus laughed at the humor. "That's a bunch of bologna," Silvia said. "It makes me wonder what truth there is in humor. Why are we all forcing ourselves to laugh when things aren't honestly funny?"

Marcus rocked back and forth as Dana shivered.

Later that evening, Dana and Marcus were in their room. "I can't take it anymore, Marcus!" Dana said. "You need to give the back!"

"Oh, alright," Marcus said.

And so, Marcus went downstairs and approached Silvia. "Hey Graunt Silvia," he said, holding out the truth-telling teeth. "I found your lucky dentures."

Silvia quickly took out the regular dentures and put the truth-telling teeth back in her mouth. "Thank you, sweetie," she said. "I don't think I could have lasted another day without these dentures."

"Why didn't you tell us about those dentures anyway?" Marcus asked.

"Because honestly, I don't even remember how I found them," Silvia admitted. "Anything prior to thirty years ago is a bit blurry at the moment. All I know is that when the doctor said I needed dentures, I found these in a box in the attic. Since then I haven't been able to tell a single lie. It helps with my business."

"Well maybe next time you should be more honest so I don't get curious," Marcus said.

"Don't worry, dearest," Silvia said. "I promise to tell you more things from now on."

"And I never did any more experiments after that," Marcus said.

"Oh, sweet! My shoes!" Salls said. She put her shoes back on.

"Marcus, we already know that story!" Dana pointed out. "We just lived through it!"

"If we're living through that story right now, than how does it end?" Salls asked.

Dana looked down. "Guys, do you see that?" The four were approaching some light.

"What is that?" Salls asked

"Where are we going?" Marcus asked.

"Not good!" Silvia said.

The group screamed as they fell out of the pit and onto the spot they fell from. "Where... Where are we?" Silvia asked as she and the others got back up.

Marcus gasped. "Look!" he said. "The hut! Which means we came right back out the top!"

"And I don't think any time has passed," Dana said. "It must be some kind of wormhole."

"Yeah," Salls agreed. "That sounds science-y enough to be true."

"But that's impossible!" Silvia said. "No one will believe us!"

"Maybe this is one story we should keep to ourselves," Marcus said.

"Agreed," the others said.