Two days have passed since the portal's reopening, and the Pines Cousins learned about the author being their long-lost uncle. After everything that they've learned, Patrick was more than glad just to relax. The Mystery Shack was still in a state of disrepair, though the interior wasn't as bad as the outside.
Things were finally calming down after the upheaval and drama of the past few days. Patrick, Dipper, Mabel, and Stan were hanging out together in the unoccupied gift shop. The young man was in the corner, texting his girlfriend, who was camping with her family. Dipper was reading Journal #2, and Stan was looking through the newspaper. Mabel was lying on the ground with an empty Cheese Boodles bag.
She blew the bag of Cheese Boodles into the air and watched as the bag slowly drifted down. "I just ate a bag of Cheese Boodles without using my hands. Lazy Tuesday, you are delivering in a big way!" She exclaimed happily, pointing her cheese-covered finger to the air.
"After what we've been through, it's nice to be lazy for once," Patrick said as he sat against the counter.
"Heh. Yeah. It's nice to finally have a day where nothing interesting happens whatsoever," Stan said as he flipped through the paper.
Patrick put down his phone and looked at his uncle with an exasperated look. "Really?"
"What?" Stan asked.
Not even a second later, the vending machine door that led to the portal in the basement suddenly burst open. Stan's twin brother, Ford Pines, came out with smoke pouring all around him. He was in the middle of trying to subdue a small, horrifying octopus monster that was attached to his wrist.
"That!" Patrick exclaimed as the twins screamed in horror.
"Get down! Don't let it taste human flesh!" Ford exclaimed and used his electrified gloves to punch the Cycletopus. It drops off his hand and crawls around the room.
"What is it?!" Dipper exclaimed as he climbed onto a chair.
"Can we keep it?" Mabel asked with a fascinated grin as it crawled towards her.
"Kids, get back!" Patrick exclaimed before he pulled her away and pulled out his laser shotgun. He fired at the Cycletopus, only for it to dodge the laser blast, and rushed towards Stan.
"Kill it! Kill it!" Stan shouted as he hit the monster with a rolled-up newspaper.
Ford moved past his brother as he chased after the creature. Jumping over the corner before pursuing it into the corner. "Patience... and…" the author muttered as he moved cautiously towards the monster. Backed into the corner, the cycloptopus' eye turned into a screaming mouth as it roared at him. "Gotcha!"
The author grabbed it and shocked it with his gloves. A moment later, and he held up its burnt body for everyone to see. He then gave everyone a smile.
"Great. Now get it outta here. It smells like if death could barf," Stan remarked with a scowl as Ford passed him with his head held high.
"Whoa! No kidding," Patrick muttered after getting a whiff of the stench.
"Great uncle Ford!" Dipper rushed past Patrick and ran over to Ford with Journal 2. "You need any help with that?" he asked, before opening the book to the page with the monster. "I've read all about these creatures in your journal, and I think I know how to-"
"No!" Ford quickly interrupted him with a firm look on his face. "I'm sorry, Dipper, but the dark weird road I travel, I'm afraid you cannot follow," he explained in a dark tone.
"But…" Dipper's smile faded as he protested. Patrick placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from continuing any further.
"We'll stay out of your way," he said with a slight frown.
"Thank you, Patrick. Well, call me for dinner!" And with that, the author of the journals pressed a button on his wrist device and closed the vending machine door behind him.
"Maybe next time then? Or not?...Or never." Dipper sighed sadly as Mabel walked up to him.
"Aww, Dipper, don't take it so hard," she said in an attempt to comfort him, only for Stan to hit him on the head with his newspaper.
"No, do take it hard!" Stan snapped as he glared at the vending machine. "Take it hard and serious. My brother is a dangerous know-it-all, and the stuff he's messing with is even worse. Do yourself a favor and stay away from him, you hear me?"
"But, Grunkle Stan, all summer long I've wanted to know who the author of the journal was," Dipper protested intently. "Now the guy lives in our basement and I can't even talk to him. Patrick, don't you agree?"
"Look, I'm with Stan on this one, Dip," Patrick said. "I'd rather stay out of Ford's business."
"See! Patrick's got the right idea. Don't worry about what's in the basement. You belong up here with me, Patrick, and Mabel," Stan said as Patrick walked over to him.
"Yeah! Besides, the season finale of Duck-tective is airing this Friday!" Mabel said brightly as she held up a TV guide ad for the said finale. "That's all the mystery you'll need this week. Quack with us, Dipper!" She started doing a wobbly dance like a duck and quacking like one. "Quack, quack quack quack…"
Stan laughed. "Huha, yeah!" He joined in and started dancing with his niece. "Quack quack, quack quack…"
"Ah, what the hell?" Patrick sighed with a smile before he too started quacking and dancing. "Quack, quack quack quack! Quack quack, quack quack!"
As they went on quacking, Dipper looked at the vending machine. There was a light coming from behind the vending machine, just adding to Dipper's desire to talk to the author of the journals. After all these long weeks wondering, dreaming of this moment, Dipper finally had the author. The man that has spent years studying the weird and exciting mysteries of Gravity Falls. And it turned out to be his great uncle.
And just as before, his chance to talk to him was still so far away.
His twin sister came up behind him as he continued to stare at the vending machine. "Quack quack quack, a quack quack quaaaacck! Quuaaaaa…" Mabel stopped and pointed at Dipper. "Why isn't he quacking?"
{Play Stranger Things theme by Kyle Dixon Michael Stein}
The intro begins by fading in a scene of the road sign that said: "Welcome to Gravity Falls, Oregon."
We then see a view of the town of Gravity Falls, with the strangely shaped canyons in the background, and the sun going down between the two land formations. As the sun was setting, the day turned to a blue night. However, a sinister red light comes from over the horizon. Shining between the canyon.
The next scene is of a large, dinosaur footprint in the ground. It then changed to show the trees of the forest at night, and a pair of glowing eyes staring at the viewer before the camera switched to a wider shot and showed many more eyes staring at the viewer. The next scene was a far back show of two men dumping a body into the lake, and as that body sank down it was swallowed by a massive creature.
PATRICK
The teenage Pines is shown in a freeze shot of him walking in the woods with a lantern and his crowbar in hand. Behind him, Bill's eye in the sky looked down at him.
DIPPER
The male twin is looking down at the journal with a flashlight. Not noticing that there was a Pteranodon staring down at him, ready to eat him.
MABEL
The female twin is the final one to be seen, and it showed her wearing a sweater that lit up because it was plugged into an outlet. But in another, farther away shot showed Gideon's hand controlling her like she was a marionette.
The finale of the intro shows the Mystery Shack as the sun goes down behind it and the trees of the forest. When the sun went down and the night came, and just like the beginning, the red light appeared, but then a blue light shined from inside the Mystery Shack.
Then the screen went black and the title of the story appeared in a flash of light.
WEIRDER THINGS
It then disappeared, before the chapter title appeared.
Chapter Thirty-Three:
Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons
"So wait, everything your grandmother told us was real? And everything that you've been saying in your letters was real?" Matthew asked his son on the phone.
"That's right, dad," Patrick said. He was sitting in the living room with Mabel, who was drawing a picture of Stan and Ford being friends.
When Veronica arrived at Patrick's home, Matthew and Nora were surprised that the old woman had shown up out of the blue. They talked, with the grandmother apologizing for not being there for most of Nora's life. She explained everything that she's been doing, including the portal, Ford, and the weirdness of the Falls.
Of course, Nora didn't really believe any of it, and Matthew was the same. However, when he called his son, the father was quite surprised to hear that it was all real. Everything that his mother-in-law told him, Patrick said the exact same thing. Right done to the last detail.
"So, that means that gravity…"
"Reversed itself when the machine turned on. Almost destroying the universe and totally wrecking the town," Patrick said, looking at the TV as the news reported on the aftermath of the event and the damage the portal's opening had caused throughout the Gravity Falls.
The TV showed Lazy Susan standing in front of a crane attempting to pick up Greasy's Diner after it was flipped over during the portal's opening. "Well, they say it was an earthquake, but you know what I think?" She said as the diner was lifted up into the air. "I think I'm gonna have to start serving pineapple right-side up cake! Haha! Am I right? Am I right?" The Greasy's Diner ended up slipping out of the crane's grasp and falling down.
The news then cut to Mayor Befufftlefumpter on stage in front of the town. "Let the rebuilding of the town begin! Wrecking ball, start wrecking things! Hahaha!" He announced before the wrecking ball destroyed a radio tower, making the television losing the signal.
"So how's Stan and...Ford was it?"
Patrick sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "It's hard to say. There's still a lot of tension between the two. Stan doesn't want Ford anywhere near us, saying that what he's researching is far too dangerous," he explained.
"And what do you think?"
"I have to agree with Stan, but we've been looking for the author all summer," Patrick said. "It just seems like a waste to not be able to talk to him. I don't know if I should just go down there and talk to him or what."
"Well, I'm sure that whatever you choose, I'm sure it'll be the right decision."
"And how do you figure that?" Patrick asked with a small smirk.
"Because I know you, son. I know you'll make the right decision."
Patrick smiled when he heard his dad tell him that. He always knew what to say to make him feel better. "Thanks, dad," he said.
"I've better get going. Mom and grandma should be coming back from their shopping."
"Alright, dad. Love you," Patrick said before hanging up. A second later, Dipper came rushing into the room. Holding a box excitedly.
"Mabel! Patrick! You'll never guess what I found at the store today!" Dipper exclaimed.
"A box?" Patrick asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.
"Dogs! Dogs with hats!" Mabel guessed excitedly.
"No," Dipper said as he opened the wrapping paper and opened the cardboard box underneath. "It's my favorite fantasy-talking, level-counting, statistics, and graph paper-involving game of all time: Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons!" He held up a blue box with the title written in large yellow font, except for the words "AND MORE," which were stacked on top of each other and written in a much smaller font in orange. On the cover of the box were an evil wizard, a hot elf on a unicorn, and a large ogre. Under that was an image of three people playing the game. On both the upper and lower sides of the box was written "BALLWAY GAMES" in white next to the symbol of the company.
"Isn't that game a knock-off of Dungeons and Dragons?" Patrick asked.
"NO! No, it's not!" Dipper exclaimed adamantly, averting his gaze away from his cousin. "It's completely different from D&D. I'll show you if wanna play it with me?"
"Well, I do like unicorns, and that hot elf looks promising," Mabel said, pointing to the game's box art.
"I've got nothing better to do," Patrick said with a shrug. "How do you play?"
"The rules are simple," Dipper assured, before taking out and opening a surprisingly large gamebook that was easily over 1000 pages long. And that was just volume 1! "First, you roll a 38-sided die to determine the level of each player's statistical analysis poweroid. These orbs relate directly to the amount of quadrants that your team has dominion over, which is inverse to the anti-quadrants in your quadrant satchel."
Patrick and Mabel stared at Dipper in equal bewilderment after Dipper finished explaining. "Dipper, when you said that the rules were simple, they need to be simple for normal people to understand," Patrick said, his brain hurting from trying to make out what his cousin said. "Because I have no idea what the fuck you just said. How do you actually play the game?"
Dipper sighed exasperatedly. "You play by rolling the dice," he explained.
"And then we ride unicorns?" Mabel asked, excitedly.
"Yes!" Dipper chirped.
Mabel gasped excitedly.
"And no."
Mabel frowned immediately.
"First, we make a graph," he said, pulling out a sheet of graph paper and holding it up to show the two.
"Ugh, this is like Homework: The Game…" Mabel groaned as she immediately lost interest in playing.
"Come on, you guys, this game's a lot of fun," Dipper said. "I need at least two people to play. One as the dungeon lord and one or more to be the quest party."
"Fine, I'll try it. But I'm telling you, this all seems a little too complicated for me," Patrick said, knowing that Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons was notorious for being a complicated game with a lot of rules and systems to learn. "I'm pretty sure that Wendy's not going to play, so whose…"
Soos then walked into the room and Mabel gasped dramatically. "Oh, wow, would you look at that: now you have three people!" She acted out. Soos, Dipper, and Patrick looked at each other as Mabel took the opportunity to back away with a blank expression.
"Huh. Hey, Soos, up for a little game of D&D&MoreD?" Dipper asked his friend.
"Aw, sorry, Dipper," the handyman said, truthfully sorry. "I don't go in for that pen and paper kind of stuff. I'm more of an FCLORPer."
"...A what?" Patrick asked.
"FCLORP," Soos reiterated as he held his arm up to show a wristband with "FCLORP" written on it. "Foam and Cardboard Legitimate Outdoor Role Play. It is where a passionate brethren of craftsmen bring their dreams to magical reality."
"Wait, is that why I saw you, Toby, Blubs, and Durland in the park dressed up as knights?" Patrick asked with a weirded-out look on his face.
"Durland was a fortress, but yes!" Soos said with a smile.
"Well, thanks anyway, Soos," Dipper said in disappointment. That's when Stan walked into the room. He looked at the game and his eyes widened.
"Say, is this that game that's mostly math and writing, and isn't anything like the picture on the box?" Stan asked rhetorically as he picked it up.
"Yes! It is! You wanna play with me, Grunkle Stan?" Dipper asked with newfound excitement.
"Ha, as if!" Stan laughed mockingly as he handed Dipper back the game. "Look, kid, I prefer to do my dice rolling in Vegas," he said before picking up the rule book and opening it. "Besides, only a game designed by nerds would have 'charisma' as a fantasy power. Heh. Check this out," he turned to a random page and began reading it out loud callously. "When facing yon adversaries, shield thyself, under an elfin buttress."
"Haha, say it again!" Mabel laughed as she sat at the table.
"Buttress," Stan repeated before he and Mabel started laughing at the game.
"Alright, that's enough!" Patrick said, walking over and taking the rule book back from his uncle. "Admittedly that's funny, but just because this game isn't really for us, doesn't mean that you have to make fun of Dipper about it."
"Yeah, so laugh all you want." Dipper agreed crossly. "You guys just aren't smart enough to understand it."
"Heheh. Sorry, dude, but it is kinda nerdy," Soos remarked. "Well, I'm off to lay siege to a goblin fortress." At this, the handyman put on a cardboard helmet and took up arms with a cardboard sword. He ran boldly off to begin his quest. "To my grandma's backYARD!"
So with only Patrick to play Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons with, Dipper set the game board up outside of the shack. "Alright, here we go! You find yourself in a dark, mysterious, dungeon!" Dipper chirped.
"Geez, what a surprise," Patrick said sarcastically as he sat cross-legged on the other side of the board.
"Come on, man. It's the best I could come up with on such short notice," Dipper complained. He then got back to the game with excitement. "Your party walks down a long hallway and is suddenly ambushed by a flock of manbats! Patrick the Barbarian gets the first strike!"
Patrick rolled the 38-sided die and it landed on a 17.
"Oh, nice! You rolled a seventeen!" Dipper said with a grin. He then broke out a calculator and the rule book before he started doing the math. "Let's see... Barbarians have plus two times two shen... minus three charisma... divide by the number of geese... Do we have a protractor?"
"Did I take least kill the manbats?" Patrick asked with a frown.
"Uh…"
"I'm outta here," Patrick said, holding up his hands.
"What? But we're just getting started!" Dipper protested.
"Dipper, you've barely explained the rules and my partner is Gomper," Patrick said, pointing to the goat. Gompers let out a dull bleat in response. "It's sad, honestly."
Dipper let out something of a defeated sigh as he leaned away from the board. "Yeah, you're right," he said, unable to see how things could get better.
Just then, Gompers picked up the die with his mouth and started trying to eat it, much to Dipper's sudden alarm. "Hey, give it back! Come on, Gompers, let go!" Dipper ordered as he grabbed the die and tried to pull it out of Gompers' mouth. However, the Goat wasn't going to let it go so easily and maintained a surprisingly firm hold on it.
Dipper eventually pulled it out but ended up falling backward and dropped the die under the porch and in front of a hole.
"Aw, man, my 38-sided die!" Dipper complained.
Patrick sighed. "Come on, let's get it," he said in exasperation as he crawled down under the porch with his cousin following him.
However, right as Patrick was about to grab the die, the loose soil near the hole unexpectedly crumbled apart and fell out from underneath them. Before they could even think to catch themselves, Patrick and Dipper screamed as they fell through the hole. They hit and broke through several wooden beams, before smashing through the basement roof and landing on a table, and then landing on the floor of the basement.
The two boys groaned as they stood up, but Patrick felt a sharp pain shooting through his knee. "Ow," he hissed.
"Are you okay?" Dipper asked.
"I'm fine. Just a bad hit," Patrick said, shaking off the pain. He then noticed the die next to the body of the cycloptopus from earlier. He walked over to pick it up, only to be abruptly halted right before he could reach it.
"Patrick! Stop!" The two turned around to see Ford standing behind them, angrily.
"Great uncle Ford!" Dipper shouted in surprise as Patrick picked up the die
"What did I say about coming down here?" He growled, hands behind his back. "My work is far too dangerous for a single living soul to spend even one second i-Wait!" The author stopped when he saw the die in Patrick's hand. "Is that a 38-sided die from Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons?!"
"Yeah!" Dipper chirped.
"Y-you know that game?" Patrick asked, astonished.
Ford stood up straight and stared off into the distance with a serious expression as he began to recite the game's iconic tagline. "With pen and paper, shield and sword…"
"Our quest shall be our sweet reward!" Dipper and Ford said together as Patrick watched them. The two nerdy Pines laughed together before Patrick handed the author the die.
"This is my favorite game in the whole multiverse! I can't believe they still make it!" Ford exclaimed, still grinning brightly.
"They do! I've been trying to teach Patrick how to play it," Dipper said.
Ford looked at Patrick with wide eyes. "Really? You want to play D&D&MoreD?" He asked with a surprised look.
"I have nothing better to do, but I'm still lost on how to play it," Patrick said with a shrug. "I guess it's just not for me."
Ford placed his hand on Patrick's shoulder "My boy, do you know what this means?" He asked Patrick in a serious tone. "We must stop everything I've been working on at once... get you up to speed, and PLAY!"
Upon hearing this, Patrick and Dipper couldn't help but smile, with the latter becoming even more excited. Dipper not only had another person that not only knew Dungeons, but that person was none other than the author of the journals himself.
Suddenly, the cycloptopus jumped up and grabbed onto Ford's face. He pulled it off, leaving behind welts covering the left side of his face. "That's... going to leave a mark."
The three of them got started on a game right away. Even though Patrick was still learning how to play Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons, he was a quick learner and started getting the hang of it. Much quicker than what it took others to learn the game.
Deep into their campaign, the fantasy quest was building up to an epic finale. "Alright," Ford said, passing the 38-sided die between his fingers as he laid out the scenario for his nephews. "You've entered the chamber. Princess Unatainabelle beckons you. But WAIT! IT'S A TRAP!" Dipper gasped and Patrick chuckled.
"An illusion cast by Probabilitor the Annoying." Ford pointed to the wizard from the game. He was a slender wizard with lavender skin, a few light purple freckles on the side of his head, a fairly long blue-tinted white beard and long eyebrows, a long nose, black lips, and very large ears. His fingernails were painted black. His clothing consisted of a teal cloak with a high collar, a black shirt, and black pants. His skullcap was also colored black, with a circular cyan-colored gem on the top.
"You know his weakness, right?" Dipper asked.
"No," Patrick said, watching the two nerds having fun with a smile.
Dipper and Ford started to chorus the villain's weakness in unison. "Prime-statistical anomalies over 37 but not exceeding 51!" The pair exclaimed.
Patrick rolled the dice. "Did I beat him?"
Dipper squinted his eyes before they widened "Yes! You beat Probabilitor!"
"I did?" Patrick asked in amazement before he stood up excitedly. "Yes! In your face, you cardboard wizard!" He cheered brightly before posing heroically. "You're annoying-ness is no match for the might and courage of Patrick the Barbarian!"
Ford held up the picture of Probabilitor and examined it. "Hm. The old boy looks a bit different than he did back in my day," he noted with a nostalgic smile.
"Mmm, yeah, they change the art every few years," Dipper said. "Thankfully you missed the period when the creators of the game tried to make it 'cooler.'"
"Wasn't that when they tried making the character be like rappers and called it Diggity Dungeons & All That?" Patrick asked, which made Dipper shiver.
"Must have been dark times, those 90's," he joked and the two laughed.
"Yeesh," Ford grimaced. "Sounds like a good time to be stuck between dimensions."
Upon hearing this, Patrick took a pause as his focus turned away from learning the game to the author. And learning more about what Ford's been doing. Patrick looked at Dipper and the two nodded. "Yeah, about that," Patrick said, sitting back down with his legs crossed. "We've been meaning to ask you, Ford: where were you before you came out of that portal? And what have you been doing down here?"
"Are you working on something behind that curtain?" Dipper asked, nodding towards the curtains that covered the window that led to the portal's room.
There was a moment where Ford hesitated to answer. He glanced at the current before looking back at the boys. "Boys, it's best if you two and the family stay away from that subject. Honestly, I'm not sure any of you could handle the real answer."
"We certainly handled the real answer when you came out of the portal," Patrick countered.
"He's right! We can handle-" Ford cut off Dipper.
"Ah-ah! But I can show you something I brought back with me," the author said with a grin, trying to steer the conversation away from his work. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a small pouch and dumped out the contents of his bag. One of those being a small box. Ford opened the box to reveal something that was quite amazing.
At first glance, it seemed like a many-sided die. However, it was glowing blue and purple. It was almost globe-shaped, but each side was in a state of constant change, continually shifting and changing on their own accord with various white-colored symbols that never appeared twice.
"What...is that?" Patrick asked in amazement.
"An infinity-sided die," Ford proclaimed, quite proud of it.
"Woah…" Patrick and Dipper gasped with eyes widening with amazement as they looked
"That's so cool. And... impossible!" Dipper awed.
"These things are outlawed in 9,000 dimensions. You wanna know why? Look at those symbols." Ford pointed to the die as it changed symbols. "Infinite sides means infinite outcomes. If I rolled it, anything could happen. Our faces could melt into jelly. The world could turn into an egg. Or you could just roll an eight. Who knows. That's why I have to keep it in this protective cheap plastic case."
"Right, because there's really no other chase that could hold it," Patrick said sarcastically after Ford closed the chase
"Nope! Now, back to the game! You've got Probabilitor on the ropes!" Ford said, placing the die right next to the cutout of the evil wizard from the game.
Later, Patrick was in his and the twins' room and lying down on his bed, trying to get some sleep. It was weird being back in this bed again after getting used to the bed in the secret room, but with Ford now living with them, he had to readjust to this bed. However, even if he had found the right angle, he couldn't get to sleep.
Why? Because of Dipper. He was on the floor, writing on several pieces of graph paper. Intently plotting out another Dungeon, Dungeons, and More Dungeons campaign for tomorrow.
"Hohoho man," Dipper muttered as he scribbled on the paper. "And then, if I had a dragon here, and then a plus three fire mode-"
Patrick shot up and glared at his cousin. "Go to bed, Dipper!"
"Seriously Dipper," Mabel said as she rolled over on her bed to face him. "You've been saying dork words for hours."
"Sorry, guys, but I got to finish this dungeon," Dipper said before returning to his work. "It's going to totally stump Great uncle Ford tomorrow, I can't wait to see the look on his face."
Patrick groaned and laid back down and tried covering his ears with his pillow. Mabel, however, sat up with a frown. "You're uh, spending a lot of time with old Fordsy lately, huh?" She asked, her tone innocently curious enough. Not quite sure how to feel about it.
"You have no idea. I knew the author must be cool, but he's better than I imagined. And, he doesn't make fun of me all the time, like you and Grunkle Stan do."
"Give 'im time, haha! Heyooo!" Mabel teased but stopped when she noticed her brother's souring expression. "Nah, you got me," she said with fake playfulness. But her smile faded as she laid down on her side with her back turned towards Dipper. "You got me."
Turning over, Patrick looked over at Mabel worriedly. Ever since the portal opened, he noticed that there's been a gap between the twins. And it made Patrick worry about them. Especially for Mabel. Before the portal and Ford, she and Dipper did almost everything together, but now it was as if Dipper didn't want to hang out with her as much.
Not wanting to see his cousin feel lonely, Patrick decided to change her mood tomorrow.
The next day, Mabel got ready for Duck-tective. She slipped on her Duck-tective sweater and then grabbed her creation she made just for this night. A cardboard ramp she filled to the brim with popcorn and other snacks. Attached to the side was a small ramp that led to a small hole from which food could pour down.
With everything she needs, including her detective hat, Mabel headed down the stairs to get to the living room. However, she stopped when Patrick came walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.
"Hey, Mabel. You ready to watch Duck-tective?" He asked with a smile.
"Wait, what?" She asked, looking confused
"Well, today's the finale right?"
"Yeah, but you're going to watch Duck-tective? I thought you didn't like it."
"Yeah, but I know how much you like it," Patrick said. He then looked sympathetically at his cousin. "Plus, I know you've been feeling kind of lonely without Dipper. So I figure why not hang out with you today? What's that?" He pointed to the cardboard contraption she made.
"It's a mouth ramp so we can pour food into our mouths without taking our eyes off the screen!" Mabel said before demonstrating how it worked, which was surprisingly well.
Patrick then noticed Stan coming down the stairs wearing his finest suit. "Wow, look at you! You're dressed for the occasion," he said.
"It's a big night. I think we all remember where we were when we learned Duck-tective was shot," Stan said, taking off his hat and placing it over his heart. Patrick did the same as the three of them lowered their heads in mourning. Hoping that the duck that they've come to love and respect would be alright.
Suddenly an alarm went off on Patrick's phone. "The show's about to start!" he announced, eliciting an excited gasp from everyone.
"Viewing positions, everyone!" Mabel exclaimed, pointing to the living room as they made a mad dash towards it.
However, they stopped and gasped when they saw that Dipper and Ford had laid their Dungeons strewn game all over the room. And in the center of the den were Dipper and Ford. Completely engrossed with their ongoing game as they were oblivious to the group that just walked in on them.
"Uh...what's going on here?" Patrick asked, looking all around the room.
"Oh, you know, just going on an epic wizard quest!" Dipper said as he rolled the die.
"Dipper, could you maybe move this to another room?" Mabel asked, trying to hide her annoyance.
"No dice!" Ford said. "We ran out of room in the basement and we're going for a world record! Now...dice!" The author rolled the die, landing on a 32. "32, yes! 7,000 points damage!"
"You got me!" Dipper laughed, accepting his defeat.
Patrick, Mabel, and Stan all groaned. "Oh, why, why with this?" The old con artist complained. "You wanna break a record, Ford? You already got it with the world's nerdiest old man."
"Hey, at least I'm not all keyed up to watch a kid's show," Ford retorted.
"I'll have you know that Duck-tective has a lot of great characters along with a big mystery element!" Stan shot back defensively. "And a lot of humor that goes over kids' heads and references that many fans may or may not get!"
"...This conversation is starting to get a little meta," Patrick pointed out.
Mabel pulled on Stan's sleeve in a pleading way. "Grunkle Stan, it starts in a few minutes!" She whined
Pushing aside his niece and nephew, Stan walked over to take the paper off the TV, only for Ford to intercept him by grabbing his wrist. "Move that and pay the price," the author warned in a grave tone.
"Oh, what, fifty magical dwarf dollars?" the conman mocked as he rolled his eyes.
"Don't mock our fantastical monetary system!"
"I'll mock all I want, it's my TV room!"
"It's my house, you…" the author stopped in an attempt to calm down. Letting out an even sigh, he pulled out his bag of many-sided dice. "Listen, Stanley, did it ever occur to you to if you joined us you might actually have fun?"
"What? Now you listen to me!" Stan exclaimed, snatching Ford's bag right out of the author's hand. When he did this, Patrick, Dipper, and Ford, knowing what was contained within it, became alarmed. "As long as I live. I will never…"
"Grunkle Stan, wait!" Dipper shouted
"Ever…"
"Stanley!" Ford shouted.
"Play your smartypants nerd game!" Stan threw down the bag.
"No!" Patrick tried to catch the bag but he was too late.
It hit the ground and opened up. Releasing not only the normal dice, but the infinity-sided die rolled out of its plastic black box. It rolled across the floor before coming to a stop. The side it landed on appeared as the outline of a powerful wizard. The power of the die then reached out and touched the Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons game box.
In a flash of blinding light, the four mystical characters from the game's box art came to life in front of the shocked group. The characters included a massive griffon, a lumbering ogre, a hot elf, and the wizard Probabilitor the Annoying.
"Mortals of dimension 46'\, kneel before me and…." the wizard took the moment to roll his own dice to decide what his threat should be. "Snivel! I am Probabilitor! The greatest wizard in all of mathology! Give or take an error of 0.4."
"Eh, is this normal?" Stan asked, confused.
"First an arcade game, then a computer game, and now a board game?" Patrick asked in bewilderment as they backed away. "Seriously, what's with us bringing all these games to life?!"
"Have you come to send us on the quest of a lifetime because we're the smartest players you've ever met?" Dipper asked, nervously.
"You are the smartest players I've ever met!" Probabilitor said, before pointing at Dipper and Ford. "That's why I'm going to eat your brains to gain your intelligence. It's what I do."
"It's his thing," the ogre said.
"What?!" Dipper exclaimed.
"Seize them!" Probabilitor ordered.
"Oh no, you don't!" Patrick pulled out his laser gun from his side. "Your math is no match for my gun, fucker!" He retorted, aiming at the wizard.
"Math ray!" Probabilitor shouted, shooting a burst of mathematical magic from his hands. Patrick and the others got out of the way before the blast shot a hole through the wall. "I'm not here to play games!"
Patrick groaned as he sat up. However, he gasped when he saw both Ford and Dipper being grabbed by the ogre. The monster followed Probabilitor out of the shack as Patrick tried standing up.
"Now to the forest, for the ultimate game!" the wizard said, flying off into the air. The griffon picked up the ogre with the hot elf riding on its back.
"Dipper! Ford!" Patrick cried worriedly as he rushed to the hole along with Mabel and Stan. The two cousins watched in dismay as they disappeared into the forest.
"Oh no! That crazy wizard is going to eat our brothers' brains!" Mabel said fretfully. "We have to stop 'em!
"Eh, maybe let 'em get a couple bites in Ford's brain first," Stan remarked, looking at his watch. "Even things out smartness-wise."
"Stan!" Patrick shouted.
"Alright, alright," Stan said, though was not all too happy. "I guess if we have no other choice, we'll go on a…" he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Epic wizard quest.
"YAAAAYY!" Mabel exclaimed, jumping with joy.
"Alright, if we're going to do this, then everyone, grab a weapon," Patrick said.
Walking outside to the porch couch, Stan pulled out a bat from between the couch cushion. Mabel grabbed a rake and a trash can lid for her shield. Patrick grabbed his trash lid shield too, before pulling out his crowbar and held it up like a sword.
With everyone prepared to set off on their daring, magical rescue mission, Mabel boldly proclaimed. "We're coming for you, Dipper! And Great uncle Ford! And possibly that hot elf, if he's got anything to do with this."
"Let's do this!" Patrick exclaimed, leading the way as they rushed into the forest. Ready to face anything that dared to stand in their way.
Deep in the magical forest of Gravity Falls, Probabilitor and his companions wasted no time in setting up camp. The wizard walked up to Dipper and Ford, who was tied to a tree. "Heheheh," Probabilitor laughed. He snapped his fingers and a tape measure appeared. It took measurements of the Pines' heads before disappearing. "With each brain I eat, I shall increase my enchant-elligence."
"If my hands were free, I'd break every part of your face!" Ford threatened fiercely.
The time has come! Hot elf! Ready the brain-cooking pot!" Probabilitor ordered.
The hot elf let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, Probabilitor," he said in a not-so-caring voice. Flipping his hood off when he shook his luminous silver hair, the elf shot a flaming arrow at the caldron, lighting it.
Ford and Dipper stared at it with shock and fear. Unless something happened soon, they were done for.
Meanwhile, our heroes were having a rather easy time finding their way through the mystical forest. Having faced no obstacles or threats along the way, Patrick, Mabel, and Stan remained on high alert and ready to defend themselves.
Felling a pest on his back, Stan slapped at it. "We must be getting close. These fairy bites are getting more frequent," he noted.
Just as he said, there was a fairy on his back. Having now been crushed against Stan's suit in a pile of its glittery blood. "Hey, look, listen," she said, coughing up some blood.
All of a sudden, an ogre stomped in front of them. Forcing the group to come to an abrupt halt.
"Halt!" the threatening monster shouted, blocking the path with its body. "Yon interlopers are trespassing on the ancient forest of Probabilitor the wizard! If ye wish to pass, first, ye must complete seven unworldly quests, each, more difficult than the-"
"NO!" Patrick suddenly yelled and launched towards the ogre, swinging down and brutally hitting the unsuspecting monster on the head with his crowbar. With his eyes rolling back into his skull, the beast collapsed onto the ground with a mighty thud after being easily defeated.
Mabel appeared the seeming unconscious ogre and poked his foot with her rake. "Is he... dead?"
"He's magic, sweetie. I'm sure he's fine." Stan said as the ogre's foot gave a very slight twitch. He then leaned towards Patrick and spoke in a serious whisper. "There's no cops in the forest. We take this to our graves." His nephew nodded in agreement.
The party continued on into the forest before Patrick said, "I think I hear the wizard up ahead."
The three heroes rushed over to a clearing and ducked down behind some bushes. Careful as to not disturb it or else it'll give away their position. They saw the bubbling cauldron with Dipper and Ford tied to the tree. Probabilitor was laughing happily to himself.
"What do we do? What do we do?: Dipper asked, worriedly.
"Stop thinking, Dipper! The more wrinkly your brain gets, the more he'll want to eat it!" Ford exclaimed, trying to stay as calm as possible.
"And now, a little math problem," Probabilitor said as he walked up to the duo. "When I subtract your brain from your skulls," he began, hitting Ford and Dipper on the head with his staff, "add salt, and divide your family, what's the remainder?"
"YOUR ASS!" Patrick yelled.
"What? My ass isn't part of this particular equation," Probabilitor cried as he turned to face the direction the voice was coming from.
That's when Patrick, Mabel, and Stan jumped out of the bushes, all of them wielding their weapons. "Yeah? Well, your ass is going to be grass when we're done with you!" Patrick boldly proclaimed.
"Guys!" Dipper exclaimed in relief.
"Drat! How did you make it past my one guard?" Probabilitor yelled angrily. "Very well. There's only one way your family can save you. YOU must defeat ME in Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons: REAL LIFE EDITION!"
With a wild cackle, the wizard raised his staff, swung it around, and then slammed it onto the ground. Using his magic, he created a large D, D, &moreD game board that floated just a few feet off the ground.
"What? Oh, come on!" Stan complained.
"I choose my character," Probabilitor snapping his fingers and a very large ogre appeared in the game. "Bring forth your warrior!"
"Who's it going to be?" Mabel asked, looking at her uncle.
Seeing no other opinion, Patrick stepped forward with a look of determination. "I'll do it."
"What?" Mabel and Stan asked.
"Don't worry. I've already made a character and everything. I know how to play, so I'll guide you guys," Patrick said, pulling out his barbarian character sheet.
"Seriously, can't we just, like, arm wrestle or something?" Stan asked, wanting nothing to do with the game.
"Come on, this game is a lot of fun. I had my mom pack me a lunch," Probabilitor urged as he pulled out a paper bag. He reached in and pulled some apple slices out in a plastic bag. "Ew, apple slices? I'll eat you last."
Patrick turned to Probabilitor and held out his character sheet. "I, Patrick the Barbarian, accept your challenge!"
The wizard snapped his fingers and Patrick disappeared, before reappearing on the game board. Not only has his size changed, but now Patrick looked just like a barbarian from the game. And it wasn't just in his attire. His body was now strongly built with his hair longer than normal. He was dressed in a sleeveless fursuit with a leather belt, fur boots, leather or bronze armbands, and fang-teeth on a leather cord.
"Okay, this is pretty cool," he said.
"Ugh, just make with the rules, ugly." Stan groaned with a roll of his eyes before taking out a piece of gum and started chewing on it.
"The game is a battle royale. We help our characters by casting spells determined by rolls of the dice. If you win, I'll go back to my own dimension," Probabilitor explained.
Mabel clapped excitedly as she and Stan smiled at one another.
"But if I win, I eat their brains." Probabilitor pointed at Ford and Dipper with a grin.
Dipper looked worriedly. "Hey, I'm not sure this is such a good-"
"DEAL!" Stan yelled.
"Oh boy."
"Let the game... BEGIN!" Probabilitor proclaimed, raising his hand before bringing it down and letting the dice roll onto the game board. Landing on a 13. "Attack!"
The ogre rushed towards Patrick and swung his weapon at the young barbarian. Patrick narrowly managed to dodge the heavy swing of the large, spiked club. "Ah! Whoa!" He cried while running away from the monster. "Stan, roll the dice!"
"What do we do? What are our moves?!" Stan asked worriedly as he watched his nephew trying to stay alive.
"There are no moves; you make them up!" Dipper shouted from the tree.
"What? Really?" Stan asked in disbelief. "But isn't this game super complicated?"
"That's what I thought too. Dipper's just really bad at explaining it!" Patrick shouted up at him as he barely managed to jump out of the way of another swing.
"Hey!"
"Dungeons is actually pretty simple once you get the hang of it!" Patrick finished.
"That's what I tried to tell you: this game involves math, but also risk, and imagination!" Ford explained.
"Risk?" Stan asked, slapping his hands together and started rubbing them together as a smile spread across his face.
"Imagination?" Mabel asked, doing the same thing. "Grunkle Stan, make something up! It's just like lying!"
Patrick tried jumping out of the way, but the club made him trip over. Now on his back, Patrick scooted away from the ogre as it approached him. "I cast, uh... shield of... shielding!" Stan shouted, rolling the die and landing on a 14.
Just as the ogre swung his club down on Patrick, a large, magical shield appeared in front of Patrick. The club bounced off the shield, protecting the barbarian from any and all harm.
"Ha! We're doing it!" Stan exclaimed.
But the triumph was short-lived when it was Probabilitor's turn. "Shield of Shielding Reversal Spell!" He shouted and rolled dice. The shield disappeared into thin air, leaving the barbarian open to attack.
"I cast Giggle Time Bouncy Boots!" Mabel yelled, rolling the dice. A pair of colorful boots with springs appear on Patrick's feet. The young man quickly jumped over the ogre.
"Think you can get me a weapon?" Patrick asked with a grin
"Hot flamey sword!" Mabel proclaimed and a fiery sword appeared in Patrick's hands. "Super hot flamey sword!" she added a moment later and the blade of the sword grew longer and the flames grew ever hotter.
Patrick landed on the ground and turned his fierce glaze towards the ogre as it charged towards him. He jumped forward, over a swing of the ogre's club, and landed on his head. Jumping off the monster, Patrick turned around in midair and sliced the ogre down the middle. The beast let out a sharp cry before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
"No! Drat you! You'll never outrun my-" Probabilitor rolled the dice. "Ogre-nado!" Then, a tornado with several ogre heads flying around inside of it appeared. "It is what it sounds like!"
Patrick tried to withstand the winds, but they blew his swords away. Seeing her cousin in trouble, Mabel shook the die in her hand. "I cast CENTAURTAUR! YAH!" she shouted and rolled the dice.
A moment later, a rather nightmarish creature appeared: a horse with another horse's body for a head.
"I...did not need to see that," Patrick remarked, rather put off by the bizarre creature.
"Mabel, I am so confused and so proud right now," Stan said to his great-niece.
Patrick ran for the centaurtaur. Though it was a bit awkward to get on the double back horse, he climbed aboard as it ran away from the ogre-nado chasing after him. Mabel, Stan, Dipper, and Ford all cheered for the barbarian as the centaurtaur ran for the doorway that led to another, smaller section of the board.
When it passed into the smaller chamber, both the centaurtaur and the ogre-nado disappeared, after the ogre-nado smashed into the wall and fell apart. Leaving Patrick safe once more. The heroes all celebrated for only a moment.
Suddenly, something grabbed a hold of Patrick and lifted him up. He found himself pinned to the wall by a large, terrifying creature made up of four legs, two arms, and two tongues, with a second mouth inside of its main one. It had one eye and six horns jutting out of the top of its head, and two bat-like wings attached to its back.
"Hahaha yes! I was saving the worst for last!" Probabilitor laughed over his latest move.
"What the hell is that thing!" Patrick yelled, freaked out by the monster's appearance.
"Oh no!" Dipper exclaimed when he saw the monster.
"It's the Impossibeast!" Ford exclaimed in surprise. "Hey, I thought they banned that character!"
"Think again! I'm playing the controversial 1991-1992 edition!" Probabilitor said with a devious grin.
"Mabel quick! I need a weapon!" Patrick yelled as his cousin prepared to roll the dice again.
"You don't understand," Ford said, struggling to get out of his bond. "The Impossibeast is the most powerful monster in the game! He can only be defeated by rolling a perfect 38! But the odds of that are-"
With a sly smirk, Stan took the die from Mabel and started shaking it. "Hey, long odds are what you want when you're a world-class gambler! Alright, Stan, you can do this... Papa needs a new pair of... TWINS!"
With that, the conman tossed the die onto the board. The heroes watched with bated breath as they hoped that luck would be on Stan's side. This role could mean life and death for not only Patrick but Ford and Dipper. As the die came to a stop, it looked as though it was going to land on 37.
But then it did another roll and settled on 38.
"NOOO!" Probabilitor cried in horror.
"Sorry, nerd-wizard. All your smarts are no match for dumb luck," Stan said with a triumphant grin.
"I cast DEATH MUFFIN!" Mabel excitedly exclaimed.
Not what Patrick would have gone with, but when that muffin with a stick of dynamite sticking out of it appeared in his hand, he didn't complain. He didn't even need to think twice about what to do with it as he threw the death muffin into the Impossibeast's jaws. He watched as the beast swallowed it whole, before the muffin went off. Its body exploded in a great big fireball.
"YES!" Stan, Mabel, Ford, and Dipper cheered at the game came to a conclusion. In a flash, Patrick reappeared, restored to normal size and clothes, holding a non-explosive muffin. Sadly, he lost his barbarian body. Ford and Dipper were freed from the tree and appeared next to the others. Mabel caught Dipper off guard with an abrupt but welcomed hug.
"The game is, like, over. Excelci-whatever," the hot elf remarked, closing the rule book before disappearing along with the griffin.
"No!" Probabilitor cried in defeat as he began to dematerialize in equations and girds, along with the board game. "I'm returning to my own realm! I'm turning into pure math! What are the ooooodddsss?!" Those were the wizard's final words before he disappeared into oblivion.
"Grunkle Stan, that was amazing!" Dipper exclaimed with a wide grin. "How did you know you'd win?
"Hey, a gambler never reveals his secrets," Stan said with a wink as he walked over to pick up the die, which had a bit of gum stuck to the bottom. Just to make sure he rolled that precise 38.
He started chewing on some new gum as Patrick stretched his back. "Man, I'm done with bringing games to life for one summer," he commented.
"You're right. But man! That was fun for ages 8 to 80! Or a million or however old you guys are!" Mabel said, indicating to her uncles.
"Speaking of which, don't you think you owe Dipper an apology, Stan," Patrick asked the old conman.
That made Stan grow somewhat timid as he turned towards his younger nephew. "He's right. I'm sorry for making fun of your game, kiddo. Sure, it might be too nerdy for me, but it's just the right amount of nerdy for you and my brother. If you or even Patrick wanna hang out sometimes, I won't get in your way," he told Dipper in a sincere tone.
"Actually, after all that, I could use a little mindless fun," Dipper said hopefully.
"Well, I've heard there's going to be a second showing of Duck-tective's finale," Patrick said. He then smirked and started running. "I call dibs on the couch!"
"HEY! NO FAIR!" Mabel laughed and started chasing after him with the others following behind.
"It's my couch!" Stan yelled.
Just as the moon started to rise into the sky, everyone was able to make it back to the Mystery Shack to catch the second airing of the show. Patrick, Mabel, Dipper, Stan, and Soos all crowded into the den, disregarding the google that was still present in the wall as they watched the really good episode. Now the episode was now coming to its climatic end.
Duck-tective was on a hospital bed on life support. "Wah, wah-wah. Wah, wah-wah," the duck quaked sorrowfully to the constable crying at his bedside, saying that he's going to that big pond in the sky.
"I just don't understand who shot you," the Constable grieved, but then started to think. "The only person clever enough to defeat Duck-tective is- Duck-tective!" He gasped before a bedpan was thrown at his head, knocking him out.
Duck-tective looked at the doorway, just as another duck walked into the room. "Wa wa-wa-wa-wa... WA-WA-WA!" The duck quaked, it's subtitled to: "Time to finish the job... TWIN BROTHER!"
Duck-tective let out a terrified gasp of a quack as the episode ended.
"Wait, what?" Patrick asked, bewildered at the utterly ludicrous plot twist.
"He had a twin brother all along?" Mabel asked, before accidentally pouring chips on Stan's lap. "That's the big twist we've been waiting for!?"
"I predicted that, like, a year ago," Soos said.
After the show, Patrick and Dipper were called down into the basement by Ford. When they went down, they found Ford locking the infinity-sided die away in one of many compartments of the basement's large glass cabinets.
"This'll be here if you ever need it," Ford said with a satisfied grin.
"Really? Even though I got us into the whole game-playing mess?" Dipper asked with a frown.
"Eh, we both got carried away. I guess we'd both gone for a while without a friend," the author remarked with a warm smile that Dipper returned. However, that smile dropped when he glanced back at the curtain-covered window behind him. "But that's not all I've brought you two down here for. I think it's time that I explained things to you two."
Patrick and Dipper glanced at each other before giving Ford their full attention.
"You asked me earlier what I was working on. Well…" Ford grabbed the curtain and pulled it down to reveal the portal on the other side of it. Or rather, what was left of it. "I dismantled the portal. Your grandmother was right, Patrick. An interdimensional gateway is too dangerous for the world it feeds into. That's why I was mad at her and Stan for using it. They saved me but, as I feared, the instability of the machine created this."
The author opened the desk cabinet and pulled out a snowglobe-like container with caution tape at its base and pipe-like supports, colored in a very dark grey. Contained within it was a blob that had no definite shape and moved around on its own. The inside looked like space and glowed a faint blue with various stars of differing brightness, size, and shades of blue and black.
"What is it?" Patrick asked with a look of wonder.
"It's an interdimensional rift. I've contained it for now, but it's incredibly dangerous. That's why it must remain safe and secure at all times. But most of all, I want it to remain a secret. Patrick, Dipper, I don't want you to tell anyone about this. Not Stan, not Veronica, not even Mabel. You understand?"
"I-uh, o-of course," Dipper nodded.
"Woah, woah, wait, hold on," Patrick said, not agreeing with Ford's request. "Stan I can understand, but why not Veronica and Mabel? Veronica's been your partner in the beginning and Mabel's been trying to look for you too."
"Patrick!" Dipper was about to argue with him until Ford stopped him.
"No, it's alright," Ford told him before turning to his other nephew. "Patrick, in my time I've made many powerful enemies. Enemies that wouldn't think twice about killing everyone you love if it meant getting their hands on the rift. Do you really want that kind of danger to be placed on Mabel, Veronica, or even that girlfriend of yours, Wendy? That's why I'm trusting you with this secret."
For a moment, Patrick remained silent in light of this incredibly heavy responsibility Ford placed on him. It was like being between a rock and a hard place. One that held the fate of not only his family, girlfriend, and the town at stake, but maybe even the entire world. He didn't like the fact that Ford was asking him to keep a secret like this from those he trusted, including his family, friends, girlfriend, and his own cousin.
However, Patrick felt that he had to. Not because the author of the journals was asking him to. He could give two shits about it being Ford asking him to keep the rift a secret. It was the potential danger that knowing about the rift had if his family. But most of all, this was about protecting this incredibly important object from those that would want it.
It was at that moment that Patrick heard his father's words in his head.
"Because I know you, son. I know you'll make the right decision."
Patrick sucked a deep breath before exhaling. As far as he knew, if it meant defending not only the rift, but also his family and loved one, then remaining silent certainly was the only thing he could do. So, he came to a conclusion.
"Alright, I'll keep it to myself," he said.
"Thank you, Patrick," Ford said. "Now get yourselves to bed. I have much research to do." Patrick and Dipper turned and started walking out, heading towards the elevator.
"Goodnight, Great uncle Ford," Dipper said, waving back at him.
"Night, Ford," Patrick said as they stepped into the elevator.
"Goodnight, boys," Ford called back with a warm smile.
When his nephews left the room, the author let out a tired sigh and looked down at the rift in his hands once again. Telling them wasn't a decision he made lightly. He knew the risks of telling anyone about the dimensional tear and the effects it could have if it were to ever be unleashed. However, Ford believed that he could trust Dipper to keep this secret well. Ford wasn't too sure about Patrick but knew that it was better to have him on his side now than for him to learn about the rift later.
The author placed the rift back inside the cabinet, tucking it safely away in its hiding place before closing the little door. Leaving it to remain dormant and keeping the horrors that lay beyond the rift locked away.
AN: And here we have Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons, one of the funniest episodes of Gravity Falls. There were just so many moments where I laughed out loud. This had to be one of, if not the second shortest chapter I've done. Other than Patrick being the one to fight in the game, there wasn't really a lot that changed the canon. But we at least got to see Patrick as Patrick the Barbarian!
Fun fact, his outfit is based on an old Saturday morning cartoon called Thundarr the Barbarian. It always came on late at night on the Boomerang channel. Never was able to watch an episode because it came on right when it was bedtime, but I always remembered its pretty awesome theme.
I could only imagine how Wendy would react if she saw our boy as a big, strong barbarian.
I'm not planning to do Roadside Attraction. It's not one of my favorite episodes. Instead, what I'm going to do is replace it with "Face It" from the Lost Legends comics.
Next up is the Stanchurian Candidate.
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