Hello! If you're coming here after my last gravity falls fic, let me tell you that this one is 100% fluff and has no surprise, well, you know. If you're not coming from that fic, then welcome! Either way, I hope you enjoy! This fic was requested by JBlaser! I hope it lives up to your expectations!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls or the characters, only the idea for this fic

Dipper plops down on the kitchen table and takes a big swig of orange juice. He yawns, feeling utterly exhausted. That's probably because he is. Dipper was nearly up till sunrise because of an important mission he had with Ford - a mission he can't even remember all the details for because he's so delirious! His grunkle does know that he's only 12 and still needs 8 hours of sleep a night, right?

"GOOD MORNING WORLD!" Mabel shouts, bounding into the kitchen. Dipper groans and lets his head fall into his arms.

"Mabel, how do you have so much energy this morning?" He says, voice muffled by his arms.

"Because it's a brand new day, bro-bro, with new adventures!"

"But it's also summer, where we can sleep in without a care in the world!"

"Why would you want to sleep, when you can be out there!" Mabel shouts. Dipper feels hands grab his head and he whines as Mabel jerks it up so he's looking out the window.

"You are the worst." He growls, shoving her hands away.

"Love you too!"

"What's all this ruckus?" Their Grunkle Stan asks, entering the room in nothing but a tank top and his underwear. Dipper rolls his eyes at his Grunkles choice of clothes - or lack thereof.

"Mabel's bullying me!" He complains. Mabel sticks her tongue out at him and Dipper sticks his out right back, trying hard to suppress a smile.

"Ooo children fighting? Let me get some popcorn!" Grunkle Stan laughs and grabs a Pitt soda from the fridge before plopping down in the seat across from Dipper. He takes a big, loud, swig before grabbing the newspaper from the table and opening it up to read. He starts reading the first page when his eyes widen for a moment before returning to their sleep-deprived glare. He folds it in half and shoves it in his back pocket. What could he have seen? Dipper wonders.

"I thought you wanted to watch us fight!" Mabel shouts, interrupting Dipper's train of thought. She bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet, her fists raised and ready to punch.

"Yeah, but you and Dipper never actually hurt each other, so it gets boring quickly."

"Well that's because Mabel and I love each other, unlike you and Ford." Dipper growls in annoyance, knowing what he said was uncalled for, but his frustration and lack of sleep getting the better of him. Ever since Ford returned, Stan has been Grunklier than usual. Anytime Ford enters a room Stan finds an excuse to leave it. Anytime Stan tells a joke Ford rolls his eyes and tells him to grow up.

"Why can't you and Grunkle Ford just get along? You're twins after all!" Mabel exclaims, confused on why the siblings would ever want to harm each other.

"Sadly, it's not that easy sweetie. Ole' Sixer and I have a rough history and a lot of baggage that comes with our relationship. We can't just hug and make up."

"Yes you can! Just confront him and apologize! And then Ford will say sorry and then you guys will hug and everything will be good again!"
"Heh, thanks for trying sweetie, but I don't think this problem will end in rainbows and sparkles." Grunkle Stan sighs and stands up, placing his soda on the table. He stretches and starts to walk towards the door, "It's about time to open up the Shack, so I'm gonna go get ready. And I better see you guys by the counter for the afternoon shift!"
"Aye aye captain!" Both twins shout, jokingly throwing up a salute. Grunkle Stan just groans and swats his hand in their direction before leaving the kitchen.

The twins watch as his uncle veers towards his bedroom instead of the front of the shack, that newspaper in hand. Dipper swears he sees his Grunkle's brow furrow in concern. He enters his bedroom and exits a moment later, dressed for work and newspaper nowhere in sight. Dipper waits until he's out of earshot before opening his mouth.

"Did you see that?"

"Yes, you made Stan all sad when you talked about him and Ford vs. us! That was totally mean and uncalled for Dipstick."

"What? No not that. Although I agree I guess I was a bit out of line. I just wish our Grunkles could get along."

"Yeah well, not everyone is as awesome as we are!" Mabel smiles triumphantly and slings an arm around Dipper. A moment later she pulls away and looks at him in confusion. "So if that wasn't what you saw, then what was it?"

"The way Grunkle Stan looked at the newspaper. Did you see the way his eyes widened and how quickly he put it away afterwards? And he was totally acting strange when leaving."

"Now that you mention it, I guess he was acting kind of odd. Oh well!" Mabel shrugs and grabs some cereal from the cabinet.

"Well he obviously knows something that he doesn't want us to know! Don't you want to find out what that is?!"

"I guess. Depends on what we have to do to get it."

"Probably sneak into Grunkle Stan's room and rummage through all his old man stuff."

"Why didn't you say that before? I'm totally in!" Mabel shouts around a mouth of cereal. Dipper smiles and holds up a fist to his sister.

"Mystery twins?"

"Mystery twins!" Mabel laughs, bumping Dippers fist.

Fifteen minutes later, and Dipper and Mabel are sneaking through the living room to Grunkle Stan's room. Their ears perk up as they hear their Grunkle yell at some unsatisfied customers. He's gonna be there a while, Dipper smirks. He turns back to Mabel and motions for her to follow him. The two of them sneak down the hallway and to Stan's room. Mabel rubs her hands together and quietly cackles before moving to open the door.

"Wait!" Dipper whisper-shouts. Mabel stops and looks around the hall frantically.

"What? What's happening? Is Stan back?"

"No, I just think you should use this to open the door instead of your hands." Dipper holds up a piece of cloth triumphantly while Mabel just glares at him.

"Seriously?! That's it?"

"Uh, yeah? What else would it be?"

"You gave me a mini heart attack Dipper!"

"Oops, sorry! I just thought using a cloth would be better so we don't leave fingerprints."

"Whatever, dork." Mabel grins and rolls her eyes affectionately. She grabs the cloth from Dipper and uses it to turn the handle.

CRRRREEEEAAAAAAKKKK!

The twins freeze like deer caught in headlights as the door lets out a long, loud squeak. Grunkle Stan must've heard that! There's no way we can get the newspaper now! Dipper panics, his mind running a mile a minute. He feels his breathing quicken and …

"-Pper! Dipper! DIPPER!" Mabel shouts in his face, shaking his shoulders violently. Dipper snaps to attention and his heart slows slightly. "We're good, Stan didn't hear, no ones coming!"

"Phew! Then let's go!" Dipper says, putting on a smile and opening the door wide enough so he and his sister can slip through. They enter the room and get to work to find the newspaper. Dipper heads over to Grunkle Stan's wardrobe while Mabel goes by his bed.

"EW!" Mabel exclaims a few moments later. Dipper looks up and turns to her to see her holding up a cup with teeth floating in it, "Grunkle Stan's old man dentures!"

"Is he seriously that old that he already needs dentures?"

"He's old, but not that old, right?"

"I bet he stole them from someone else and is just keeping them for when he really does need them!" Dipper says, chuckling. The two share a look before cracking up at the mental image of their grunkle trying to steal dentures from a poor old man/woman. They quickly quiet down and awkwardly get back to work.

"Hey! I think I found something!" Dipper says, rummaging through one of the drawers in the wardrobe. He pulls out a whole stack of newspapers, dating back throughout the past thirty years.

"Huh? What does Grunkle Stan need with all of these?"

"I'm not sure yet…" Dipper flips through them, trying to search for anything in common. His brow furrows as he notices each of them contain an article about weird things that have happened in Gravity Falls.

"Wait-look!" Mabel shouts, pointing to a newspaper near the bottom of the stack. Gravity Falls: Just a name? The headline read. Dipper grabs it and scans through the article, reading about all sorts of gravitational anomalies that occurred one winter night. His eyes widen as he looks at the date.

"Mabel, this article was written and published thirty years ago - on the night Grunkle Ford disappeared. And it talks about gravity suddenly changing, and things floating that shouldn't - just like when Grunkle Ford came back. Do you think this could mean anything?"

"You look too deep into things. It probably just meant that Grunkle Stan missed his brother and wanted to gather as much information about the night he left as possible."

"Hm, you're probably right. But then why would he have all these other newspapers about weird things in Gravity Falls stashed away?" Dipper asks, trying to connect the dots.

"To learn as much about the creatures and magic of this place, duh! Stan didn't have all three journals, so his only way of getting info was by listening to people's first-hand experiences. And he obviously believed them, since he watched his only brother get sucked into an interdimensional portal."

"Wow. You can be pretty smart sometimes."

"Thanks, I know!"

"Now where's the paper from today?" Dipper shifts around the pile, scanning the dates. Aha! He smiles as he picks up the right one. Dipper skims over the article and his eyebrows raise as he reads through. He passes it to Mabel who looks at it curiously.

" 'Tiara of Truth to be showcased at Northwest Manor next weekend.' Huh, what's the Tiara of Truth?" Mabel wonders."

"I'm not sure - but I know who could tell us!"

"Grunkle Ford! Grunkle Ford!" The twins shout, running down to the secret lab under the Mystery Shack. Ford jumps and drops whatever concoction he was making. Glass and some strange, pink liquid go splattering everywhere. Ford curses under his breath before turning to the less-than-welcome intruders.

"What do you kids want? I'm very busy and working with very dangerous equipment."

"We found something in today's newspaper, and wanted to ask you about it." Dipper says, pulling out the paper in question.

"Is it about the election results? Because if you ask me, I'd say the polls were rigged."

"What? No. It's about this…" Dipper flips to the third page, and points to the picture of the crystal tiara.

"Isn't it pretty!" Mabel says. She grabs the newspaper from Dipper and shoves it in her Great Uncles face. He grumbles - just like Stan does when he's cranky - and takes a closer look at it.

"Tiara of truth, eh? Apparently it causes the wearer to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Therapists swear by it. They say it's great in couples therapy." Great Uncle Ford says, turning to create a new batch of his experiment.

Dipper and Mabel share a glance as an idea pops in their heads. If they can get Grunkle Stan and Ford to wear the tiara, then they can get them to talk out their problems! And then boom! Issues resolved, and they can all be a family again! Now all Dipper and Mabel need to do is figure out how to get their hands on it…

I hope you enjoyed that first chapter! More to come next week! See you then!