Gideon looked up at the pixelated figure in front of him as the latter stood up and declared, "Greetings, child! My name is Gifan McSkirmish, fighter from the USA!" He then showed off some of his moves: "Punch! Kick! Punch! And kick!" As he performed the last one, Gideon nearly got struck and was instead swept off his feet as he tried to dodge.

"...Cool," Gideon whispered, his face breaking into a smile.

Gifan walked past the nine year-old to stand by the change machine. "Change machine! Change me into the most cunning of foxes!" Gifan yelled at the change machine sitting placidly nearby. Then he screamed and karate chopped it in half.

"That's it!" Gideon exclaimed in excitement. "With you around, I won't need to fight Candy and Grenda! I can just scare 'em off with my new bodyguard!"

At that moment, though, Gifan began to flash red, and he turned to Gideon, saying, "I need power-ups, boy!"

"Oh, man, I've got some power-ups at home! This's amazing; I gotta show this t'Robbie!" Gideon said, and then looked around for the teen. "Robbie?"


In the arcade, Robbie was playing a first person shooting game, Watertrigger, shooting water at his opponents in the game. As he was about to shoot someone from behind, a person came up from his player's right and shot water at him. With that, he lost the round.

"Man, I wish I could be in the game and show that guy," he mused aloud to himself, and then a second passed before he had a wonderful thought.

The next thing he knew, he was holding an electric drill and unscrewing a panel from the first person shooter arcade, before removing the panel.

"I should've thought of this years ago!" he exclaimed, as he began to crawl into the game. Then he tried to fit his awkward lanky body into the machine. "Man, I really should've thought of this years ago."


Meanwhile, at the Magic House, Pacifica, Melody, and Feathers were right outside the living room, where Bill was reading one another one of his Fantastic Gold Watches magazines. Pacifica took a glance at her uncle, and then beamed brightly.

"Alright, Melody," the twelve year-old said, "time to put our plan into action! Let's commence Operation Get Uncle Bill Over His Fear Of Thunder!"

"This is gonna be priceless," Melody said, watching Pacifica going into the room with Feathers in tow.

Pacifica took her spot in front of her uncle, whose eyes were still on the magazine, before she yelled out, "HAPPY UNCLE'S DAY!"

"W-what?" Bill nearly jumped, and upon seeing that it was just Pacifica, put down his magazine. "It's Uncle's Day already?"

Pacifica chortled. "Of course it is! I wouldn't just switch up the dates just to give you this gift!"* As she finished her sentence, she held out a gift box wrapped neatly to her uncle, who took it. The twelve year-old then watched eagerly as he opened it, and a smile broke on his face.

"A picture of nature?" He held out the picture as he took it, before showing it to Pacifica. "Aw, shucks, kid!" Then the smile dropped. "No, seriously, what? You're giving me a framed picture of a lightning storm?"

"What's wrong with it, Uncle Bill?" Pacifica asked, crossing her arms. "Is the picture too lightning storm-y?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"Just the fact that you would give someone who lives at the edge of town a picture of nature," Bill shrugged as he got up and walked over to the TV.

"Ugh, come on, Uncle Bill!" Pacifica turned to his direction. "Admit that you have a secret fear of lightning already!"

"What?" Bill turned around. "Is that why you got me that stupid picture? You should be ashamed of yourself!" Then he shook his head. "And on Uncle's Day, no less."

He turned around and began fiddling with the TV antenna. His niece, getting the gesture, hung her head as he continued, " 'Cif, whatever Melody told you, it's not true. I don't have any fear of thunder."

Finally, images began to appear on the once-fuzzy TV. The show that clicked on flashed images of storms while the announcer proclaimed, "And now we return to 'Nature's Most Terrifying Moments'!"

A lightning bolt flashed across the screen, accompanied by a loud clap of thunder, and Pacifica watched her uncle jump higher than she had ever seen him do before, as he scrambled to get behind the armchair, all the while screaming, "NO! NO, NO!"

Once he was behind the armchair, Pacifica calmed Feathers, who ruffled his wings at the two consecutive noises, before she took up the rooster and walked over to her uncle. She looked down at him, and immediately thought of a scared dog.

"...So I have a fear of thunder," Bill said, looking at his niece and pressing his lips together. "Is it really that bad?"


Through an open window, Gideon had managed to sneak Gifan into the Magic House and straight to its kitchen. Now Gideon had his head stuck in the fridge, while his pixelated companion eyed a mosquito suspiciously, before using a firm karate chop to put it out of commission.

"Well, when I said 'power-ups', I meant I had some food," the nine year-old said to himself as he peered through the many shelves of leftovers and water bottles. (Why did Bill even need that many water bottles, anyway?) "No turkey legs, r' gold rings...how about..." He reached in and pulled out an item of food, "...a half-eaten plate of nachos?"

"Place it on the floor," Gifan ordered, and Gideon did so. The latter then watched as the former bent down and pointed a finger at the plate of nachos, before it popped out of sight with some pixels. Right after this happened, a pop-up appeared out of thin air, and it scrolled through a whole chicken, a CD case, and a book before it selected the plate of nachos for a power-up.

"That's pretty great," Gideon said, a smile appearing on his face.

The pop-up then closed. Gifan said, "Now I must defeat the other Fight Fighters. Take me to the Soviet Union!"

"That ain't gonna be easy," Gideon noted, shrugging, " 'fer reasons. But I do know a few fighters 'ere in Gravity Falls."

Gifan knelt down to Gideon's level, and tilted his head. "Maximum Power?"

"Their names are Candy and Grenda, and they're really big bullies," the nine year-old said, crossing his arms.

"...Did they kill your beloved mother?" Gifan asked simply.

"Well, they're kinda bent on terrorizin' me, my friend 'Cifica, and her friends too I think," Gideon explained.

Gifan pounded his fist into his palm. "And then they killed your mother."

"Uh..." Gideon drew his hands together, but shrugged again. If it'll get him to side with me. "Anyway, I just need you to scare 'em away 'fer me so they won't bother us. Can 'ya do that?"

Gifan got to his feet, and laughed. "Your question makes my shoulders bounce!" he exclaimed. Then he began to show off a couple of moves, screaming as he did so: "Fireball! Left hook! Roundhouse kick!" He took a couple of water bottles out of the fridge and burst them open. "Water bottles!"

He stood there for a while, and Gideon sighed in relief. "That's great, that's really great! So you'll protect me?"

"Challenge accepted!" Gifan exclaimed, and gestured to the "START" button that popped up from thin air beside him. "Press Start!"

Gideon hesitated, before tapping the button with his hand, feeling that he didn't know what he had gotten himself into.


Meanwhile, at the arcade, a person walked up to the game Watertrigger. She inserted a quarter, and then looked up at the game before gasping at what she saw in the screen.

"Help! I'm trapped in the game!" Robbie called, his face pressed against the glass screen. "It was cool in theory, but in practice it was really boring!"

The woman screamed, and then ran away, hopefully to get management on the case.

"It's not just a game anymore," Robbie spoke to himself in light of his new revelation.


Melody watched as Pacifica paced the floor of the attic, while Feathers pecked at his food dish.

"Come on, think," Pacifica asked herself. "How're we going to get Uncle Bill over his fear of thunder?"

Melody looked out the window, and saw grey clouds moving out overhead. "Hm, I think I have an idea," she said.

Just as Pacifica turned to look as well, a knock sounded on the door, and the twelve year-old looked back to it. "Come in!" she said.

Gideon walked into the room, with his pixel-y friend in tow. "Hey, guys," he said. "I'd like t'introduce you to my new bodyguard Gifan McSkirmish!"

"The little boy gave me some nachos!" Gifan added.

"Wow! You got him out of the game?" Pacifica asked, jumping over and examining Gifan. "That's so cool!"

"And his voice just cracks me up," Melody said, laughing a little. Pacifica grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled on it, before handing it to Gifan. "Here, say these words," she said.

Gifan read the paper aloud, "Banana fritters! Lo-quaciousness! Trypt-ophan!"

The two girls giggled at the sound, before Gideon raised a hand. "C'mon, 'Cifica. He's the world's greatest fighter an' 'ya give some words to say?"

"It's fun!" Pacifica excused, grinning from ear to ear.

Gideon exhaled. "Anyway, I'm gonna get 'im t'defend me from Candy and Grenda at the fight later."

"Isn't that kind of cheating?" Melody asked.

"Oh, uh..." Gideon hadn't considered that. Just as he was about to back out of it, though, Pacifica countered, "Hey, Gideon's gonna need all the help he can get. Besides, it makes the fight fair, if it's Candy and Grenda! Now it's two against two!"

"...Hm," Melody said, seeming not quite convinced. "If you're only gonna scare them. He can do that, right?"

"I'm sure 'e can,"Gideon said, and then turned on his heels, waving. "Well, I'll see 'ya after the fight."

"Poop!" Gifan was still reading from the paper as he left with Gideon. "Poop and buns!"


Bill sat down in the living room, holding a cup of coffee. He sniffed the aroma, then sighed lightly out of his nose, putting the cup to his lips and taking a sip. Finally, some peace and–

"Hey, Bill!" Melody called from behind him, making him squirt a few of the coffee out his nose. He groaned at the pain in his upper respiratory system, and wiped at his nose. So much for peace and quiet.

"Bill, I wanted to ask you something," Melody said, coming out from behind his armchair. "How would you like to go on a lovely trip to nowhere in particular while wearing a blindfold?"

Bill frowned at her – he was still feeling the hot coffee in his nostrils – but then he shrugged. "Beats just sitting here waiting for the pain to pass," he commented, and was about to get up to grab his jacket and tie when he had a thought.

"Wait a second," Bill said, sitting back down. "I know you know it's about to rain out there. Pacifica didn't put you up to this, did she?"

"Up to what?" Melody asked, tilting her head. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Besides, we should enjoy the good weather while we have it! Come on, take a leap of faith!" She extended her hand to him.

Bill stared down at it before sighing out of his mouth this time. "Alright, let's go, Mel," he said. "But you're gonna bring the umbrella."

Melody stared after him as he headed for the coat rack, and she snickered. She put a finger to her ear.

"The rabbit's in the hat, I repeat, the rabbit's in the hat," she whispered into the earpiece in her ear.

"Good job, Birdsong," Pacifica's voice said from the other end. "I'll wait for you at the End of the Rainbow."**

"We didn't really have to give everything code names, Pacifica."

"It's Oceania, I told you, Birdsong."


Circle Park, 3 o'clock.

The lot was devoid of people, as Gideon Gleeful found when he came forward, save for two girls sitting on a bench. And these two girls were exactly who he came to see, just as the clock tower above them chimed.

"Well, well, well," Candy said, and Grenda looked up from her nails to see the nine year-old standing before them. Like a mouse in the trap. "I didn't think a chicken like you would actually show up."

"So, kid." Grenda stood up and walked over to Gideon, with Candy following suit, before holding up her fists. "You ready to settle this once and for all?"

"L-look, you two, I don't wanna 'cause a fight," Gideon insisted, putting up his hands. "Let's just talk it over an' then we can all go home."

"What, you scared you'll get hurt?" Grenda taunted.

"Alright, you two; you asked 'fer it." Gideon snapped his fingers, and with that Gifan McSkirmish came out from the shadows of the trees behind the nine year-old.

"Heh, who's your new friend?" Candy asked, before squinting. "And why's he blurry?"

"Lemme introduce y'all t'Gifan McSkirmish, the greatest fighter that ever lived," Gideon said.

"Yeah, right!" Grenda looked up to Gifan. "Hey, what'd he promise you? Boxing gloves or something?" Candy giggled until Gifan pointed a finger at both of them.

"How can you two laugh when you killed this boy's mother?" he asked.

"Wait, what?" Candy raised an eyebrow.

"I'm givin' 'ya one last chance," Gideon interjected. "Back down now, or else he'll show 'ya what he's made'f."

"How about you back down, tiny?" Grenda poked Gideon in his chest, and the nine year-old drew back.

"Alright, 'ya asked 'fer it," Gideon said confidently, and with a gesture declared, "Gifan, go!"

Grenda laughed until Gifan moved to strike, and that was when the two girls ducked. They looked for a split second at the fist that had been so close to hitting them, before turning tail and running. But Gifan wasn't done yet – he grabbed the two girls by their shirt collars, and then held them up in the air.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

"What's happening?"

"I didn't wanna hafta do this, but you two left me no choice." Gideon put his hands on his hips. "Maybe now you'll leave–!"

Gideon was cut off by Gifan, who, with a cry, threw Candy and Grenda roughly to the ground.

"No, wait, stop!" Gideon told Gifan. "I think they've had enough!"

But all Gifan did was grab the two girls just as they had gotten up, and then toss them into the air like it was nothing.

"Stop! Stop!" Gideon pleaded, grabbing at his hat.

Grenda and Candy landed on a slide set, with Grenda coming to her senses enough to shout out, "What the heck?! That guy's crazy!"

The nine year-old could then only watch as Gifan summoned a fireball, and then threw it at the girls who thankfully dodged in time, and were now running for their lives with wild terror in their eyes.

"What was that, Gifan!?" Gideon screamed at the video game character. "You weren't s'pposed t'hurt anyone; just scare them!"

Gifan looked down at Gideon, and yelled back, "I will not cease until the women who dishonored you are DESTROYED!" He punctuated the sentence by punching the tree behind Gideon, breaking it into two halves like a snapped crayon. Then he ran forward with a war cry, punching another tree and kicking down a streetlight.

"...Oh, sweet mercy," Gideon said as the tree behind him collapsed.


(A/N: * - Aunt & Uncle's Day is on July 26 this year. Go figure.

** - Refer to The Unamusing Part 1.)