A/N: Sorry for such a long wait, school just started. I devised a plan on completing this story. Check the bottom after you read the chapter of course. As always, enjoy!

"Uhn." Groaned Dipper as he dragged himself out of bed. He hated sleeping in, but he did admit that he felt refreshed. He looked over to Mabel, who was still sound asleep. He checked his phone. 8:24. Great Uncle Ford was generous enough to give him an extra 3 ½ hours of sleep. Dipper didn't complain. He needed those extra hours. He slept almost 12 hours.

Dipper groaned in pain as he got out of bed. His shoulder hurts a lot. Heck, everything hurts a lot. Dipper took a beating yesterday. He's even surprised with himself that he was able to stand without shrieking.

"Mabel. It's time to get up." Croaked Dipper, lightly shaking her shoulder.

"Fuck, already?"

"Already."

"Fuuuuuck." Said Mabel as she dragged herself out of bed. She went to sleep at 9:30

The twins groggily got dressed as they went downstairs to get some breakfast.

"Mornin' kiddos." Said their Grunkle Stan. "Stancakes anyone?"

"Not today." Said Dipper, yawning. Stan nodded as he made himself a stack of Stancakes.

Dipper grabbed a bowl of Overly Sensitive Owl cereal and helped himself. They had a relatively quiet breakfast, but what was there to say? All three were still dog tired, especially Dipper.

After breakfast, Stan stood up. "Alright kids, come with me."

"Grunkle Stan, where now?" Asked Mabel.

"Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. Ford assigned me and you kids to go around the town searching for Bill. This should be an easy day today. So get your stuff together, cuz we're going soon."

"Alright, will do." Replied Dipper.

A few minutes the three were ready, right after Mabel fed Waddles (you thought I forgot about him? No he'll be used for later.) and they were on their way.

They went into Stan's El Diablo and drove into town. Once they found a parking lot, they got out of the car and Stan relayed Ford's plans once again.

"Remember, we're looking for Bill, so remember to always be on alert, though I doubt he'll be in town. We're gonna patrol till three, then we'll get back to the Shack and regroup with Ford. Any questions?" Mabel shot her hand up.

"Can I go to the bathroom again?"

"What is up with you and bathrooms? Sure, sweetie." Said Stan. Dipper could sense nervousness in his grunkle's voice.

"Is something wrong, Grunkle Stan?"

"What? No, I just feel we should cover a lot of ground today."

Dipper flashed a skeptical look. Stan shrugged and sighed.

"Look, kid. I've had this feeling for the last couple of days, but I sense something's not right at all today. I mean, why would Ford want to be all alone in the woods? After all, it's the most dangerous place in the town. Something just doesn't seem right. That's why I'm so nervous. Oh yeah, I never got to ask, how ya feeling, kiddo?"

"I feel much better. Ford brought me some magical medicine from the woods and now I'm back to 100%. My head still hurts though. What about you?"

"To be honest, my injuries may have healed, but I still feel like shit internally. I couldn't get much sleep last night, to put on top of that." Said Stan. Dipper silently agreed. Stan did look a little sleep-deprived.

Soon after Mabel came back from the bathroom and the three were on their way.

It's been an hour already, and nothing suspicious has been seen, yet. They talked to townsfolk about seeing a blonde-haired boy about the same height as Dipper with blue eyes, but no one has seen him. At all.

Later the three decided to have a lunch break so they headed over to Greasy's diner. Dipper noticed that even after their talk, Stan was still very jittery and nervous. Hell, he's been sweating almost as much as Dipper himself, which reminded Dipper that he needs to put on deodorant.

They sat down in a booth as Robbie came and waited on them. He took their drink orders and left.

"Huh, I didn't know Robbie worked here." Said Mabel.

"A lot of things have changed since you left three years back, but in a weird way, it still feels like same old business." Replied Stan. "In fact, Lazy Susan still runs the place."

Robbie came back with their drinks and they ordered their food. Mabel ordered a wrap, Stan ordered a chicken pot pie, and Dipper ordered tacos. (I know diners don't usually have tacos, but I couldn't pass the opportunity. Cue the Dipper Goes to Taco Bell references!)

They say there, patiently waiting, passing the time by talking and Stan showing the kids card tricks.

Minutes passed.

A half hour has passed since they ordered their meal, and Stan was starting to get impatient. He called over Robbie.

"Robbie, what the heck's going on? I came here to eat lunch, not wait for it." He complained.

"I'll go ask Lazy Susan what's up, you're the third one to complain about waiting. I'll be right back." Said Robbie. Dipper smiled as Robbie left. Three years ago, Robbie was a total dick to him. Now, he respects Dipper and actually talked to him as he got off the bus. Who knew?

I think he'll turn out fine.

Dipper's thoughts were interrupted by Robbie running out of the kitchen, yelling "FIRE! Everyone out of the building! Now!"

It was crowded, and that was pandemonium. People screamed, coffee mugs and plates flew everywhere. Somehow, a man was stabbed with a fork. It was chaos.

Dipper took action first.

He sprinted to the fire extinguisher, which was encased in glass, and punched through the glass on his first try.

He pulled his hand back from the broken glass to reveal that his hands were cut up pretty badly, but that didn't matter. He stuck his hand back in the glass and pulled out the fire extinguisher. He ran to the kitchen, where the smoke was emitting from.

When Dipper burst into the kitchen, the first thing he noticed was that the cook, Lazy Susan, was unconscious, with a gash on the side of her head. Then he noticed the fire.

The fire's color was an unusual light blue, and Dipper immediately suspected who caused this mess. Bill. He muttered in thought as he got to work putting out the fire.

It took a while, but Dipper did eventually put the entire fire out. He wheezed. He had inhaled a lot of smoke, but not enough to send him to the hospital. After taking a couple of seconds to breathe, Dipper went to the now stirring Lazy Susan.

"Ugh, what happened?" Asked Lazy Susan as she rubbed her head.

"It's a really long story." Said Dipper as he helped her up and aided her as they walked out of the restaurant. He looked to Mabel who was relieved to see her twin brother okay. "Mabel, did you call 911?"

"Sure did, they'll be here any second. Hey, where's your hat by the way?"

"My hat?" Dipper patted his bare head. "My hat! I'll be right back." He ran back into the kitchen.

His hat sat on the kitchen floor peacefully. Thank God it's okay. Thought Dipper as he picked it up, brushed the dust off, and placed it back on his head. That ought to do the trick.

Suddenly, a breeze picked up through the door that Dipper had left open. The breeze was cold, and overturned many loose items all around the kitchen. It also rotated the creaky order carousel, which still had a note burning. Dipper grabbed the note and immediately extinguished the flames. Strangely, he had noticed it was in fact their order for lunch. Dipper turned the note over and his face turned white. On the other side was a note:

Boy, it's been a long time since I heard good ol' Sixer scream. If you want to join the party, come to the bunker. The entire family's invited. Also, have you tried Lazy Susan's BLT? It's to die for.

In most unpleasantness,

Bill

Dipper raced out of the restaurant. "Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Stan!"

"What's up, kiddo?" Said Stan, sipping a soda that he had probably stolen.

"Quick, check this note out." Said Dipper, handing him the note. His voice cracked on 'note' and Stan laughed at him. Dipper pushed him on and pointed at the note.

"Kid, this is our order." Said Stan, raising an eyebrow.

"No, dammit, the other side." Said Dipper, blushing in frustration.

In approximately the same time it took you to read the note, Stan read it. As he was done, he also turned a sickly pale.

"Kid, find your sister. We gotta go, now." Said Stan, hustling to his El Diablo.

Dipper did as he's told.

"What's with the sudden rush, Grunkle Stan? You late to the chiropractor again?" Asked Mabel as they sat in the car with Grunkle Stan driving even more like a maniac than usual.

"Dipper can explain." Said Stan, still looking at the road. A car honked its horn at him. "Yeah, fuck you too buddy!" He shouted at the car. "Damn traffic."

Dipper waited until after Stan finished his rant for traffic, and he filled Mabel in on every single juicy detail. After telling her, Dipper noticed that Mabel started getting jittery and nervous.

"Grunkle Stan, are we there yet?" She asked impatiently.

"Don't hit me with that annoying shit. Come on, FUCKING DRIVE!" Screamed Grunkle Stan as he honked the car's horn as loud as he could. "Dumbass."

Needless to say, after a lot of swearing, cussing, and horn blaring, they made it back to the Shack. Stan quick made a pit stop and grabbed the best weapons he could find. He gave Dipper a crossbow, Mabel her grappling hook, and Stan took a 12-gauge and a broadsword for himself. (I don't know why Stan would have a broadsword, but you can't be a badass con artist without a broadsword.)

"Ready?" Asked Grunkle Stan as he sheathed his broadsword and loaded the 12-gauge.

Both of the twins nodded.

"Alright, now let's teach this fucker what happens when you mess with the Pines family!" Yelled Stan before sprinting off into the woods. The twins followed close behind.

A/N: There's chapter 13! Updating will slow down a lot, so I'll try for every 7-14 days. The next chapters gonna be a big one, so it's probably leaning to 14 days. Please review, I love reading them!