Welcome one and all! Glad you could join me for my newest fanfiction as of right now!

So, do you guys remember in Scary-Oke, when Stanley said, "I'm not an idiot, Dipper. Of course this town is weird!"

Well, I took a bit of inspiration from that, and came up with this: What if Dipper didn't even believe in the supernatural? What if he kind of just ignored all the weird stuff happening? Who's the idiot now? (Ignore that last part.)

So... yeah.

I do not own Gravity Falls.

Also, I would like to say that Dipper's personality is changed a bit. I thought that maybe part of the reason he's always so nervous is because of all the beasts that might be trying to kill him, but because he doesn't believe in them, he's not as scared and nervous as he is in the show.

And I will not, I repeat, will not add any romance into this story other than some of Mabel's crush of the weeks that are needed. I'm sorry, I just really really really really really suck at writing that kind of stuff.

Prologue

"Oh come on," Dipper groaned. "You're seriously going to send us to some unknown town out in the middle of the nowhere for weeks?"

Dipper's mother nodded. "You kids need some fresh air. And there's plenty of that out in Gravity Falls, Oregon."

Mabel elbowed Dipper in the side. "Oh come on, Dipping-Sauce! They said our great-uncle runs a place called the Mystery Shack! Maybe he'll let us see the crazy monsters in the exhibits!"

Dipper stifled a sigh. "Mabel, you know those are fake, right?"

Mabel ignored him. "I hear there's supernatural monsters in the forest!"

Dipper snorted. "That's just our great-uncle's way to scam customers into giving him money."

Mabel frowned. "Oh come on, Dipper. It'll be fun!"

Dipper rolled his eyes. "As fun as running on thorns in ten-thousand degree heat. But fine, I'll go. Just don't expect me to have fun."

Mabel grinned. "Oh, I'll make you have fun!"

"I doubt it."

•••

"Don't forget sunscreen, broseph!"

"I have it already."

Mabel shrugged. "Well how am I supposed to know?"

"You don't need to. Just stay out of my business," he grumbled. He continued packing, with a wry expression on his face and annoyance glittering in his eyes. He hadn't been trying to be rude to her, he was just annoyed at having to pack for a trip he didn't want to take. If Mabel had heard his grumbling, though, she ignored it.

"DoyouthinkourgreatunclewillletuslookaroundhisstoreIkindofwanttoseewhatourgreatunclehasinthoseexhibitsmaybehehasaunicornorafairymaybeourgreatunclecanrideaunicorn..."

Dipper ignored Mabel's blabbering about what she thought their great-uncle might be like. In the middle of her talking, she shot up.

"That's it! He's not out great-uncle, he's our Grunkle!"

"...what does that even mean?" Dipper asked flatly.

"Well, great-uncle is too long to say all the time! Grunkle is shorter."

Dipper rolled his eyes, but he couldn't stop himself from letting out a small laugh. "Our great-unc- Uhhh, I mean, 'Grunkle', might be confused when you call him that."

Mabel shrugged. "He's going to be confused when he meets me anyways. I'm a twelve-year old girl who throws glitter on everything, knits a new sweater everyday, and falls in love with almost every boy I meet."

She turned around to face Dipper with a glint in her eyes. "I'm pretty sure me calling him 'Grunkle' is the least of his worries."

"Hmmm... That reminds me... What's our 'Grunkle's' name? I don't think they ever told us," Dipper mused.

Mabel shrugged again. "I think it was Stanford of Stanley or Stanson or Stanny or Stanmon or Stanelle or Stannington or Stannica or-"

"Mabel, I've never heard of anyone named Stanelle. And many of the other names you listed."

"Yeah, well you're the only person I know who's nicknamed Dipper!" Mabel retorted cheekily. Dipper sighed.

"Mabel, you know that's just because of my birthmark."

Mabel rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, but you're always hiding it, so everyone just thinks your weird for being nicknamed Dipper."

"I don't care what anyone says."

"Really?" Mabel drawled as a grin spread across her face. "What if somebody said they didn't like your fashion choice?"

"I wouldn't classify my look as 'fashion' in any sense. So technically, their wording would be wrong."

"Hmmm... what if somebody said you looked old?"

"Old people are wise," Dipper responded dismissively. "I would take it as a compliment."

Mabel frowned. "What if... Somebody said that you believed in ghosts?"

There was a moment of silence, only broken by the rustling of items as the twins continued to pack. Then...

"Okay, I'd care about that, because I'm not an idiot. All those creatures and stuff are all made-up myths and legends."

"Suit yourself. I guess I won't let you ride my unicorn, then."

"Mabel, you don't have a unicorn."

"Not yet. But I will, and that's a promise!"

They spent the rest of the day shoving a number of items into their suitcases. Their bus to take them to Gravity Falls would be arriving tomorrow.

I really don't want to spend my summer cooped up in a shack, Dipper thought. But if it'll make Mabel happy... I guess I'll give it a shot.

•••

"Hey Dipper, wanna play bus-seat treasure-hunt?"

Dipper look up from the book he was reading. Then he nodded slightly and quickly placed a bookmark between the pages and shoved the book into his backpack.

Mabel eagerly lifted up one of the seats. "OoOoOoOoOoooOoooooo... I seeeeeee... A paper-clip stuck to some gum... A stain that looks like a dolphin-"

"I think it looks more like a fish," Dipper interrupted. Mabel tilted her head.

"Isn't a dolphin just a playful fish?" she asked. Dipper shook his head with a slight smirk.

"No, they're not even in that animal kingdom. A dolphin is a mammal."

Mabel started fake coughing. "Cough cough, nerd, cough cough."

Dipper rolled his eyes. "You're so immature." Mabel elbowed him in the side with a grin, displaying her braces.

"We're both immature, bro-bro. I'm just... More immature!"

She yelled the last part with her arms raised in the air. Her sudden loud noise caused the bus to swerve as the bus driver shot a baleful glance at her.

"Stop screaming! I can't keep my eyes on the road!" he snapped. Then he turned back to look through the windshield. "Lousy kids..."

Mabel leaned sideways to whisper into Dipper's ear. "Somebody needs to take a chill-pill," she murmured, gesturing towards the bus driver, who was still muttering under his breath. Her twin nodded.

Dipper turned his gaze to look out the window. Trees flashed out the window, a blurry mass of green as they drove by. He could see the sky, partially concealed by tree branches.

They still had a while to go before they reached Oregon. Dipper sighed in boredom. This was going to be a long drive.

•••

Stan Pines adjusted his fez on his head before whistling to himself. "Looking sharp, Stan. Now for another day of scamming customers an-"

He froze mid-sentence and face-palmed himself. How had he forgotten! Shermie's grandson and granddaughter were coming to stay with him for the summer. The shack was closed for the day so that he could meet them.

Oh, what were their names again? Kipper and Marble? Yeah, that's sounds about right... No, think, Stan... Awww dang it, what are their names!?

He sighed to himself. He honestly didn't remember. He'd just have to go by the names he had thought of.

"Well," he muttered aloud. "Kipper and Marble will be here soon. I'd better get the shack tidied up... Where's Soos?"

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you had a lot of fun reading it.

And I will repeat: There will be no romance other than Mabel's random crushes that might be needed later in the story for whatever reason.

Got that?

Just trust me. I'm horrible at writing romance, so I'm doing you guys a favor. You do not want me attempting to add a love theme.

Trust me.