The living room was calm and quiet save for the sound of a clock ticking through time. Dipper shuffled around this living room in hopes of finding his book that he believed may have been hidden by his uncle. There were not many places it could be other than the living room. So he searched through the shelves quietly trying not to wake Stan. Dipper spent a good few minutes doing this before he gave up and splayed himself on the couch.

He had a vague idea why Stan may have taken it. In the past, there were times when things went missing from Ford's room. Hidden by Stan while he was sleepwalking. The missing things always came back and no one had any concrete idea why Stan did this. Ford had told him it was an innate paranoia catching up to him from years of running from the law. There had been a time when they tested Stan for paranormal happenings. Well, Dipper had anyway. This did not go over well. Ford wasn't mad about it, and neither was Stan. It had been the 'sleeping Stan' nearly pulled his head off.

You know the saying, never wake a sleepwalker.

As he looked back at his uncle, who was now rolling over in his sleep, and pondered when he would begin to walk again. Because perhaps during his sleep Dipper would be led back to his book.

The smell of onions and garlic began to flow through the room and Dippers stomach growled. The man hadn't eaten anything all day, and the smell of whatever Mabel was cooking had spurned his thoughts to something more carnal. He licked his lips, noticing they were dry. It was then that Dipper decided he would go into the kitchen for a glass of water. Although mostly, he wanted to check on how far along she was.

Mabel had gotten better at making food in Dippers opinion, he even looked forward to her meals. Years of determination and failure would do that to a person. The most important change in her abilities came the day she had realized that perhaps, just maybe, toys and random objects were not eatable or tasty no matter how nice they looked in the pot. At least, not to the normal person.

Dipper pulled each of his arms above his head and stretched them, a satisfied grunt leaving him before he got up and moved to the kitchen.

The door to the kitchen was cracked slightly. The light from the other side shining through. He could hear Mabel talking to something inside as he approached the door. She was cooing and calling, occasionally laughing. Dipper found this odd, but not completely unusual.

Once he pushed the door open to see her talking to a bowl while stirring a pot of sauce. Near the sauce there was noodles being boiled.

"Mabel, what are you doing?" He asked, confused.

Mabel looked up from her bowl and smiled.

"I'm talking to... mmmm. Name. I need a name." She tilted her head to the side while tapping her finger on the countertop.

"Mabel?"

Suddenly his sister hopped up a bit and quickly turned back to her bowl, her voice was excited as she spoke to it.

"I got it bud. Your names going to be Tuesday."

"Mabel?" Dipper walked up to her and looked into the bowl.

It was just a normal ball of mold. He sighed deeply, tired. He was so tired.

"Burn it." He said, his voice tainted with malice.

Mabel glanced at him, her eyes wide and her face stricken.

"No. I will not burn Tuesday."

"It's mold, Mabel. It's unsanitary."

"No its not. It cleans its plate just fine." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I mean, It doesn't have a plate. But it's not dirty. See, not even a speck of fudge. Only clear clean glass."

Dipper shook his head and reached for the mold, only to have Mabel snatch the bowl away before he could get to it.

"Dipper, bro, not cool."

"Mabel... come on."

Then, there was a sound. It was a light cry and Mabel's brows twisted in confusion. Dippers face flattened as he looked up at the bowl. Carefully Mabel lowered it, and within the bowl, there was that green ball of mold. This ball of mold had a mouth, and within that month, there was now a tongue.

"Oh my gosh. Its..." Mabel stopped, her face beaming up at her brother.

Dipper looked back at her, his face stained in shock.

"Alive."

The ball of mold could not hear them, the ball of mold did not know what was going on, but the ball of mold was alive.

And it shook.