It was barely even the crack of dawn when Sammy woke up. Outside, the sun slightly peeked over the horizon, and the sky was still a little dark. Turning his head, Sammy glanced at his alarm clock and saw that it was exactly 6:00 AM. Most other people would not even dream of waking up that early, but for Sammy, it was a daily routine. He got out of his bed and quietly changed into his clothes, making sure not to wake up the twins, who were still fast asleep. Then, he went downstairs, out the front door, and began his morning jog. This was what Sammy had always been doing every morning since coming to Gravity Falls. He jogged through the woods and eventually arrived at the town, where only a few people were walking around outside, still half-asleep like a bunch of zombies. As he jogged around town, Sammy smiled and waved at the people he passed by, and a few of them had the energy to wave back. After jogging for an hour or so, Sammy finally stopped at a local diner, his face shining with sweat.
He entered the diner and walked up to the waitress, a woman with gray hair, plump cheeks, and an eye that was half closed for some reason. Because of her lazy eye, the woman was known around town as "Lazy Susan," but Sammy just called her Susan. "Well, if it isn't my favorite customer, Tommy!," said Susan, smiling pleasantly. "It's Sammy, not Tommy," Sammy corrected her. "And can I have the usual, please? To go, of course." "Sure! You just stay right here and I'll be back with your food," said Susan, walking into the kitchen. Sammy sat down at one of the tables and waited, taking out a cold water bottle and drinking from it greedily. After a few minutes, Susan returned with a paper bag full of food. "Here ya go, sweetie," she said, hanging him the bag. "Thanks, Susan," said Sammy, paying her on the spot, including a rather large tip. Stan may have some words about giving away tips, but Sammy never saw an issue with giving to others in need. "Take care!," said Sammy, leaving the diner with the bag. Outside, he opened it up and looked inside. There was a delicious ham sandwich, a plastic container filled with pieces of fruit, and a slice of apple pie wrapped in tinfoil. It was a delicious meal… but it was not for himself. Closing the bag, Sammy continued jogging through town, and eventually stopped at the town dump. He walked through the dump, careful not to step on any hazardous things like broken glass or nails. He stopped at what appeared to be a makeshift hut in the middle of the dump, which was entirely made out of various pieces of garbage.
Sammy entered the hut with the bag of food in his hand. "Mister McGucket?," he asked. "Are you home?" There was some clanging and rustling in the back. Then, a filthy curtain was pulled aside, revealing an old man with a long white beard. He wore a brown hat and overalls, but no shoes. He also had a small bandage stuck to his beard and a cast around his arm, which he never took off. "Sammy!," said McGucket, smiling at the visitor. "Good to see you! Whaddya got over there?" "Breakfast," Sammy said with a smile, holding up the bag. McGucket snatched it away and eagerly peered inside. "Ham sandwich, some fruit… and an apple pie? You spoil me, Sammy, you really do." Without wasting any time, McGucket sat down on a metal pail and began munching on his ham sandwich. Of course, this wasn't the first time that Sammy visited McGucket at the dump. The first time, Sammy almost suffered a concussion from McGucket throwing a frying pan at his head. But after that, the two of them became fast friends, although Sammy couldn't stay and chat with the old man for too long. After chatting for a while, Sammy said goodbye and left the dump, leaving McGucket to finish his meal in peace.
Then, Sammy jogged out of town, through the woods, and back to the Mystery Shack. It was still very early, and Dipper, Mabel, and Stan were still asleep. Sammy quickly changed into some new clothes, since his old ones smelled like trash, and began preparing breakfast for everyone. He set up the table with some plates, forks, and two bottles of maple syrup. Then, he turned up the stove and began frying up some pancakes. After a while, Dipper and Mabel came downstairs and into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing their eyes tiredly. "Whoa! Sammy?," asked Dipper, surprised to see him already awake. "I knew it!," cried Mabel, shaking Dipper by the shoulders. "See, Dipper? I told you that I smelled pancakes!" "Why are you up so early?," asked Dipper as the twins sat down at the table. "I always wake up early for my morning jog," Sammy answered, flipping the pancakes with a flourish. "And I make breakfast for Stan before he wakes up every morning." "Wow, Grunkle Stan lives like royalty!," gasped Mabel. Sammy chuckled at Mabel's excitement. "The pancakes are about done now," he said, turning the stove off and moving the frying pan over to the table. He carefully slid one pancake for each of their plates, then slid the rest of them onto a larger plate in the middle of the table. "Alright, you two, dig in. And make sure to leave some pancakes for Stan. He gets pretty grumpy when he doesn't get his breakfast." After that, the twins and Sammy feasted on pancakes with maple syrup. In the middle of breakfast, the twins suddenly devised their own game involving the syrup.
"Are you ready for the ultimate challenge?," asked Mabel. "I'm always ready!," exclaimed Dipper, holding up a bottle of syrup. "Then you know what this means!," said Mabel, holding up the other bottle. "Syrup race!," they cried out in unison, before holding the two bottles over their heads and letting the syrup slowly fall into their open mouths. "Go, Sir Syrup!," said Mabel. "Go, Mountie Man!," said Dipper. At first, it seemed like it was going to be a tie. "Almost… almost…," said Mabel, before tapping the bottom of her bottle, which made the syrup fall into her mouth before Dipper. "Yes!," she cheered, coughing a little. "I won!" "Careful, Mabel," said Sammy, leaning over and thumping her back. "You don't want to choke on this stuff." Dipper picked up a newspaper and began reading it. "Ho ho, no way!," he suddenly said, his eyes growing wide in excitement. "Hey guys, check this out." He laid the newspaper out on the table, allowing them to see it. "Human-sized hamster balls?," gasped Mabel, distracted by an ad in the newspaper. "I'm human-sized!" "No, no, Mabel. This," Dipper corrected her, pointing at another ad.
"A monster photo contest?," asked Sammy. "We see weirder stuff than that every day! We didn't get any photos of those gnomes, did we?," asked Dipper. "Nope, just memories. And this beard hair," said Mabel, holding out a lock of beard hair from one of the gnomes. "Why did you save that?," asked Dipper, a bit concerned and creeped out. Mabel only shrugged before putting the beard hair away. Just then, Stan walked into the room, still in his pajamas. "Good morning, knuckleheads," he said, sitting down at the table. He immediately helped himself to a plate of Sammy's pancakes and slurped them up greedily. "You three know what day it is?," he asked with his mouth full. "Saturday?," asked Sammy. "Um… Happy anniversary?," asked Dipper. "Mazel tov!," Mabel exclaimed. "It's Family Fun Day, genius!," said Stan, bopping Dipper on the head with a rolled up newspaper. "We're cuttin' off work and having one of those, you know…" He opened the fridge and sniffed the last milk carton to see if it was not spoiled or not. "...bonding-type deals." "Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last family bonding day?," asked Dipper. "Now that you mention it, where did you take the twins on that day?," asked Sammy. "All I know is that you and the twins returned to the shack that day while being escorted by the police." "I was teaching them arts and crafts," Stan said defensively. "It's not my fault that the police are a bunch of buzzkills." "He made us draw counterfeit money," Dipper said in a flat voice. "Mister Pines!," gasped Sammy, shocked by what he just heard.
"Oh, come on, it wasn't all bad," said Stan. "Mabel had a great time, didn't you, Mabel?" "The county jail was so cold," said Mabel, shuddering. "Stan…," sighed Sammy, pinching the bridge of his nose. "All right, maybe I haven't been the best summer caretaker," said Stan. "But I swear, today we're gonna have some real family fun. And Sammy, you can come with us this time, unless you're too busy with other stuff." "Oh my gosh, can he?!," cried Mabel, looking at Sammy hopefully. Dipper also seemed pretty excited at the prospect of Sammy joining them. And seriously, how could Sammy ever say 'no' to those faces? "I have plenty of free time," he said. "Of course I'll join you guys." "Yay!," said Mabel, giving him a big hug. "But Mister Pines, this better not be like last time," Sammy warned. "The last thing I need is for you to set a bad example for the kids." "Don't worry, it ain't gonna be like last time," Stan reassured him. "Cross my heart. Now who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?" "YAY!," everyone else cried in unison. "Wait, what?," said Dipper, processing what his great uncle just said.
Eventually, Sammy and the twins were sitting in the backseat of Stan's car with their vision covered by blindfolds. It was probably the most tense ride that Sammy had ever been in, minus the gnome incident, and that was mainly because he could feel the car swerving from side to side, the inertia pushing them around. "Whoa whoa!," Dipper cried, grabbing Sammy's arm to keep his balance. "Blindfolds never lead to anything good." "Mister Pines, why doesn't your car have any seatbelts?," asked Sammy. "Seatbelts? Ha! You think I can afford all that fancy schmancy gadgetry?," Stan asked. "Wow! I feel like all my other senses are heightened," said Mabel. "I can see with my fingers!" She began moving her hands around, her wriggling fingers poking at Sammy's side. "Mabel, stop, that tickles," Sammy chuckled, pushing her hands away. Suddenly, the car gave another violent lurch. "Whoa! Grunkle Stan, are you wearing a blindfold?," asked Dipper. "Ha ha. Nah, but with these cataracts I might as well be," said Stan, squinting through his glasses. "What is that, a woodpecker?" Then, Stan proceeded to drive right through a wooden guardrail, causing everyone in the backseat to scream.
Finally, the car stopped. Stan got out of the car and dragged Sammy and the twins out, who still had their blindfolds on. "Okay, okay. Open 'em up!," Stan exclaimed. The three of them took off their blindfolds and saw that they were now standing in front of a lake, where a bunch of other people were already there, doing various fishing activities. "Ta-da! It's fishin' season!," said Stan. "Fishing?," asked Mabel. "What're you playin' at, old man?," asked Dipper, skeptical as to what was going on. "You're gonna love it!," said Stan. "The whole town's out here!" And sure enough, Sammy immediately spotted many people that he recognized, including some that he ran by and waved at this morning during his jog. One of them was Lazy Susan, who was sitting in a boat on the lake while holding out a frying pan. "Here, fishy fishies! Get into the pan!," she said. Then, there was Toby Determined, the local news reporter, who was taking a picture of a man who just caught a large fish. "Say cheese!," said Toby, snapping the photo. However, the bright flash of his camera startled the man and caused him to fall into the lake.
Then, in another boat, there was an entire family of redheads. "Uh, is this good?," one of them asked, holding up a fishing pole. "NO!," yelled a giant bear of a man, who snatched away the fishing pole and snapped it in half with ease. "I'll show you how a real man fishes!" The man waited for a moment, then grabbed a fish straight out of the water, threw it at the bottom of the boat, and began punching it with his bare fists. "Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!," the rest of the family chanted. "Get 'em! Get 'em!," said another man in a boat, pumping his arms up and down. That was Tyler Cutebiker, the local town enthusiast. Sammy had the pleasure of meeting him a few times during his morning jogs. "That's some quality family bonding!," said Stan. "Grunkle Stan, why do you wanna bond with us all of a sudden?," asked Dipper. "Come on, this is gonna be great!," said Stan. "I've never had fishing buddies before. The guys from the lodge won't go with me: they don't 'like' or 'trust' me." "I think he actually wants to fish with us," whispered Mabel. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you sad sacks up. Pow!," said Stan, suddenly taking out a pair of matching hats and putting them onto the twins' heads. "Pines family fishing hats! That-that's hand stitching, you know." The twins took off their hats and looked at them with distaste. Their names were hastily glued onto the hats, and the L in Mabel's name was already starting to peel off. "Sorry I didn't get you a hat, Sammy," Stan apologized. "I kinda let you come along at the last minute. But hey, while I was driving the car on the way here, I made this for you instead!" He handed Sammy what was clearly a mug from the gift shop, but it was covered in glitter and had Sammy's name messily written on it in marker. "So whaddya think?," asked Stan.
"It's great. Thanks, Mister Pines," said Sammy, genuinely grateful for the gift. "Hold on. Grunkle Stan, you made that while you were driving?!," cried Dipper, his eyes wide with shock. "We could've gotten into a car crash or something!" "But we didn't," said Stan. "So whaddya think, kids? It's just gonna be you, me, and those goofy hats on a boat for ten hours!" "Ten hours?," gasped Dipper. "I brought the joke book!," said Stan, taking out a book that was titled 1001 Yuk 'Em Ups. "I like jokes," said Sammy, actually looking forward to the boat trip. But the twins revolted against it with every fiber of their being. "No! NO!," Dipper screamed. "There has to be a way out of this," said Mabel. "Come on, guys," said Sammy. "Let's just give it a chance. I'm sure we'll have tons of fun, right Mister Pines?" Stan was about to agree, but before he could, he was interrupted by a loud screeching voice. "I SEEN IT! I SEEN IT AGAIN!" Everyone at the lake stopped what they were doing and stared at the old man who suddenly ran onto the scene. "The Gravity Falls Gobblewonker!," yelled Old Man McGucket. "Come quick before it scrabdoodles away!" Then, he began doing a strange dance while slapping his knee.
"McGucket," Sammy gasped, recognizing the old man instantly. Dipper overheard him and glanced up at him, wondering how Sammy knew that strange man. "Awww… He's doing a happy jig!," said Mabel. "NOOO! It's a jig of grave danger!," yelled McGucket, suddenly getting uncomfortably close to Mabel's face. "Hey, hey!," said a middle-aged man with a uniform and a cap covering his eyes. He took out a spray bottle and began spraying water at McGucket's face like he was punishing a disobedient dog. "Now what did I tell you about scaring my customers? This is your last warning, dad!" Sammy frowned, not liking how this man was treating his own father. "But I got proof this time, by gummity!," said McGucket. He led the crowd to a dock at the edge of the lake and pointed at a boat that was completely smashed in half. "BEHOLD! It's the Gobble-dy-wonker what done did it! It had a long neck like a gee-raffe! And wrinkly skin like… like this gentleman right here!" He pointed at Stan, who was too busy picking his ear to really pay attention to what was going on. "Huh?," he asked. "It chawed my boat up to smitheroons, and shim-shammed over to Scuttlebutt Island!," yelled McGucket, pointing at a faraway island in the middle of the lake. It was surrounded by a thick cloud of fog, giving it a sinister appearance. If monsters really did exist, they would be living over there. "YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!," cried McGucket. However, not a single person looked like they believed him. In fact, many of them were holding in laughter and snickering at the old man. McGucket frantically looked around, before his eyes landed on Sammy. "Sammy!," he cried, running towards him. "Help a poor old man out, will ya? Tell them that the Gobblewonker's real! Tell them I ain't crazy!"
Suddenly thrust into the spotlight, Sammy felt incredibly nervous, feeling dozens of eyes staring right at him. On the one hand, he didn't really believe that the Gobblewonker was real, but on the other hand, he also didn't want to call McGucket a liar and potentially humiliate him in public. "Um… well…," he said nervously, but that was all he could say before his nerves got the better of him. "Attention all units!," a policeman suddenly announced. "We got ourselves a crazy old man!" Everyone else laughed at McGucket, apart from Sammy, Dipper, Mabel, Stan, and the ranger, who only shook his head in disappointment and walked off, not even bothering to defend his own father. "Aww, donkey spittle! Aw, banjo polish!," McGucket muttered, walking off with his head hung low. "Mister McGucket, wait!," Sammy called after him, but McGucket only waved him off and continued walking away. "How did you know that guy already?," asked Dipper. "It's like the two of you met before." "We have, multiple times," Sammy explained. "I first met him when I went on a jog one morning and saw him digging in someone's trash. I visited him at the dump ever since and gave him breakfast every morning so that he wouldn't have to look in the trash for his own food." He looked around at the townspeople, who were already back to their old business without giving McGucket a second thought. "I just don't understand why nobody, not even his own son, is trying to help him," he sighed sadly. "There's something clearly wrong with him mentally, but it's like nobody else in this town even cares about him."
"Eh, what's there to feel sorry for? He's just some local kook who's only got one or two marbles rolling around upstairs. Every town's gotta have someone like that," Stan said in a caustic voice. "Now let's untie this boat and get out on that lake!" As Stan began untying the boat from the dock, Dipper turned to face them with an excited look on his face. "Guys, did you hear what that old dude said?," he asked. "Aww, donkey spittle!," said Mabel, poorly mimicking McGucket. "The other thing. About the monster. If we can snag a photo of it, we can split the prize between us," said Dipper. "Imagine what we could do with all that money!" Mabel suddenly seemed to zone out, as if she was stuck in her own fantasy world. "Mabel?," asked Sammy, waving his hand in front of her face, but there was no reaction. "Don't worry, Sammy," said Dipper. "Mabel does that sometimes. I bet she's fantasizing about being in a giant hamster ball or something. And before you ask, yes, I know her that well." Then, Mabel snapped herself back to reality. "Dipper, I am one million percent on board with this!," she exclaimed.
"Now hold on a minute, guys," said Sammy. "What about Stan? I thought we were going on a fishing trip with him." Dipper looked at him in surprise. "Dude, do you really think that being in a boat with Grunkle Stan for ten hours would be more exciting than hunting down a monster and becoming rich and famous?," he asked incredulously. "What are you kids yapping about over there?," asked Stan, who had just finished untying the boat. "Grunkle Stan! Change of plans: we're taking that boat to Scuttlebutt Island, and we're gonna find that Gobblewonker!," said Dipper. "Monster hunt! Monster hunt!," the twins chanted. Suddenly, McGucket ran all the way back and began chanting along with them. "Monster hunt! Monster…" Things turned very awkward when the twins stopped chanting and stared at him. "Eh… I'll go," said McGucket, walking away again. Suddenly, a large boat pulled up right next to them, its horn honking loudly. To their surprise, the boat was being driven by none other than Soos. "You dudes say somethin' about a monster hunt?," asked Soos. "Soos!," Mabel cheered. "Wassup, hambone!," said Soos, fist bumping Mabel as both of them made explosion noises with their mouths. "Dude, you could totally use my boat for your hunt. It's got a steering wheel, chairs; normal boat stuff."
"All right, all right, let's think this through," said Stan. "Ya kids could go waste your time on some epic monster-finding adventure, or you could spend the day learning how to tie knots and skewer worms with your Great Uncle Stan!" The twins looked at Soos, who was doing some kind of robot dance. Then, they looked at Stan, who was sniffing his own armpit while the boat he was in started to leak. Then, they looked at the distant Scuttlebutt Island, which gave off an intimidating but also majestic and awe-inspiring aura. To them, it was clear as to which choice they had to make. "So, whaddaya say?," asked Stan, seeming confident that the twins were going to pick him over Soos. But in no time, the twins hopped into Soos' boat. "Monster hunt! Monster hunt!," they started chanting again. "Wait, what?," gasped Stan, actually shocked that the twins would even consider bailing on him. "But… but what about our fishing trip?"
"Uh… sorry, Grunkle Stan," said Dipper, smiling sheepishly. "But hey, if we do get a photo of the Gobblewonker and win the contest, we'll split the prize money with you." "Come on, Sammy, join us!," said Mabel. "You know you wanna go on a monster hunt with us." "Yeah, climb aboard, dude. It'll be fun!," Soos agreed. "I… I don't know, guys," said Sammy, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't want Mister Pines all alone on his fishing trip." The twins and Soos groaned in disappointment. Stan looked at Sammy for a moment, seemingly grateful that Sammy would want to stay with him despite being offered a chance to hunt a legendary monster. But Stan also knew that it wouldn't be fair of him to force Sammy into staying with him, so instead, he decided to cut him loose. "Nah, you can go along with these ingrates," said Stan. "I'll be fine on my own. You just keep an eye on the kids and make sure they don't get into any trouble."
"Are you sure, Stan?," Sammy asked worriedly. "I could stay if you–" "No, no, just go with them," sighed Stan. "Have fun or whatever. Though I seriously doubt that any of you ingrates would have more fun than I would on my fishing trip. Ha!" "Well… okay, if you say so," Sammy said before climbing onto Soos' boat. The twins cheered as Soos drove away, leaving a lonely Stan behind. "We made the right choice!," yelled Mabel. "Yes!," Soos agreed. Dipper began running around the deck while giving out orders. "Hoist the anchor!," he said. Soos pulled up a cinder block that was used as the boat's anchor. "Raise the flag!" Mabel held up the boat's flag, which was only a beach towel. "We're gonna find that Gobblewonker!," she said. "We're gonna win that photo contest!," said Dipper. "Do any of you dudes have sunscreen?," asked Soos. "Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding us, Soos," said Sammy. "We're gonna… go get sunscreen!," said Dipper. "Yay!," Mabel and Soos cheered as the boat turned around and made its way back to the beach. After getting some sunscreen and driving back out on the lake, Dipper proceeded to prepare the rest of his crew for the important task that they were about to undertake.
"Alright. If we wanna win this contest, we've gotta do it right!," said Dipper. "Think. What's the number one problem with most monster hunts?" You're a side character and you die within the first five minutes of the movie," Soos answered, before his eyes widened in fear. "Dude, am I a side character?! Do y'ever think about stuff like that?" "No, no, no. Camera trouble!," corrected Dipper. "Say Bigfoot shows up. Soos, be Bigfoot?" Soos nodded and did a Bigfoot pose with a derpy expression on his face. "There he is! Bigfoot!," Dipper said in a dramatic voice. "Uh-oh, no camera! Oh, wait, here's one! Aw, no film! You see? You see what I'm doing here?" "Oh, yeah. Dude's got a point," said Soos. "That's why I brought seventeen disposable cameras!," said Dipper, showing off all the cameras that he had on him. "Two on my ankle, three in my jacket, four for each of you, three extras in this bag, and one… under my hat! There's no way we're gonna miss this. Okay everybody, let's test our cameras out!" Soos nodded and proceeded to take a picture of himself. "Aw, dude!," he yelled, blinded by the camera's flash. Then, he threw the camera overboard. "You see? This is exactly why you need backup cameras," said Dipper. "We still have twenty!" Then, a seagull flew nearby, which startled Mabel. "Ah, bird!," she yelled, throwing her camera at it. "Nineteen!," groaned Dipper. "Okay, guys, I repeat; don't lose your cameras!" "Wait, lose the cameras?," asked Soos. "DON'T!," Dipper shouted. "Dude, I just threw two away," said Soos, pointing at the two cameras that were now floating in the water.
"Seventeen!," Dipper yelled angrily. "All right! We still have seventeen camera–" CRACK! Swinging down his fist in frustration, he accidentally crushed another camera in front of him. The look on his face didn't change at all. "Sixteen. We have sixteen cameras." "So what's the plan?," asked Mabel. "Throw more cameras overboard or what?" "NO!," yelled Dipper. "Mabel, Soos, that's enough," Sammy chided them. "Take better care of your cameras, okay? This means a lot to Dipper." "Yes! Thank you, Sammy!," Dipper groaned, before quickly calming himself down. "Okay. Mabel, you'll be lookout, Soos can work the steering wheel, I'll be captain, and Sammy will be co-captain." "What? Why do you get to be captain?," asked Mabel. "What about Mabel, huh? Ma-bel! Ma-bel! Ma-bel! Ma-bel!" "I'm not sure that's a good idea," said Dipper. "What about co-captain?," asked Mabel. "I already made Sammy the co-captain," Dipper argued. "And there can't be more than two captains on board." The rule that there couldn't be more than two captains on board was something that Dipper completely made up. Honestly, he just couldn't see Mabel being the captain as something that would end well for anyone on board.
"Aw, whoops," said Mabel, casually tossing yet another camera over her shoulder. "Okay, fine! You can be our third co-captain," Dipper relented. "Can I be associate co-captain?," asked Soos. "As third co-captain, I authorize that request," said Mabel. "Well, as first co-captain, our number one order of business is to lure the monster out with this," said Dipper, gesturing to a barrel of fish food. "Why do you even have that much fish food, Soos?," asked Sammy. "It's not for the fishies, dude. It's for me!," said Soos. Everyone else stared at him in confusion. "You eat fish food, Soos?," asked Dipper. "Nope. This is gonna be my first time," said Soos, taking some of it out of the barrel. "Permission to taste some?" "Granted," said Dipper. "Permission co-granted," said Mabel. "Permission associate co-granted," said Soos, before licking the fish food. A moment later, he was coughing and gagging over the horrible taste. "Dude, I don't know what I expected that to taste like!" The twins and Sammy couldn't help but laugh as Soos began wiping his own tongue. However, Sammy's good mood faded away when he turned his head and saw Stan staring at them not too far away. The conman's shoulders were hunched over, his boat looked like it was about to fall apart, and he had nobody else with him, other than a box filled with creepy fishing lures. Sammy couldn't help but feel sorry for him. When Stan realized that Sammy was looking back at him, he quickly turned and drove away with a huff.
Pretty soon, the group was on their way to Scuttlebutt Island. They were eventually surrounded by thick fog, making it hard to see. While Dipper and Sammy were trying to see in the fog, Mabel was busy playing with a pelican that flew on board. "Hey! How's it going?," she asked the pelican. Then, she started moving the pelican's large beak to make it look like it was talking. "It's going awesome! Bow bow buh bow bow!" "Mabel, leave that thing alone," sighed Dipper. "Aw, I don't mind none!," Mabel said as the pelican. Then, she took out a water bottle. "Hey, look, I'm drinking water!" She poured the water into her mouth and tried signing with her mouth filled with water. "Twinkle, twinkle little…," she gurgled, before choking on the water and coughing, causing the pelican to fly away. "Careful, Mabel," said Sammy, thumping her on the back. "We don't want a repeat of the syrup incident." "Yeah, and aren't you supposed to be doing lookout, Mabel?," asked Dipper. "Look out!," yelled Mabel, suddenly throwing a volleyball at Dipper and hitting his arm. "Heh, heh. But seriously, I'm on it." Then, the entire bolt stopped with a jolt, causing everyone on board to lose their footing and fall to the floor. "Is everyone okay?," asked Sammy, quickly getting back up. Fortunately, everyone was fine. It turned out that the shaking came from the boat crashing onto the shore of Scuttlebutt Island. "See? We're here! I'm a lookout genius!," said Mabel, jumping off the boat. "Hamster ball, here we come!"
As the group walked into the woods, with Dipper leading the way while holding a lantern, Soos stopped in front a wooden sign that was nailed to a tree, with "Scuttlebutt Island" written on it. "Dudes, check it out," he said, covering the "Scuttle" part with his hand. "Butt Island." Once again, Sammy couldn't help but laugh, just because of how juvenile the joke was. "Soos, you rapscallion!," Mabel giggled. Then, she noticed that Dipper was the only one not laughing, and walked up to him. "Hey! Why aren't you laughing? Are you scared?," she asked teasingly. "Pssh! Yeah, right!," Dipper scoffed, though it was obvious that he was, in fact, pretty scared. "I'm not–" "Yeah, you are!," said Mabel, poking Dipper in the nose while blowing a raspberry. "Hey!," cried Dipper, dropping the lantern. "Quit…! Stop! Mabel!" "Come on, Mabel, that's enough," Sammy said. "You shouldn't be teasing your brother just because he's scared." "I'm not scared!," said Dipper. Suddenly, the group heard a low, growling noise in the distance and froze.
"Dude, did you guys hear that?," asked Soos. "What was it? Was it your stomach?," asked Mabel. "Nah, my stomach normally sounds like whale noises," said Soos. Mabel put her head close to Soos' stomach, and to her surprise, she actually heard whale noises coming from within. "Wow! So majestic," she whispered in awe. Suddenly, a possum came out of the fog and hissed at the group aggressively. "Whoa!," cried Dipper, taking a step back in fear. "Hey!," said Sammy, trying to make himself look bigger. "Get out of here! Shoo, shoo!" The possum left, but not before snatching the lantern away. "Our lantern!," gasped Dipper. He tried squinting through the fog, but couldn't see a thing. "Aww! I can't see anything!" "Duuude, I dunno, man," Soos said nervously, starting to have second thoughts. "Maybe this, uh… Maybe this isn't worth it." "I have to agree with Soos on this one," said Sammy. "With our only source of light now gone, we could get seriously hurt in this fog. I think we'd better turn back and get to the boat." But Dipper was not ready to leave so soon, not before getting a photo of that monster. "Not worth it?," he said. "Guys, imagine what would happen if we got that picture!" Then, both he and Mabel stared off into space just like Mabel did back at the dock. "Uh, dudes?," asked Soos, but got no response from either of them. "...do they do this often?," he asked Sammy. "They're probably fantasizing about what they could do with the money," said Sammy. "Just give them a minute."
After a few moments, the twins snapped back into reality. "I'm in!," said Dipper. "Me, too!," said Mabel. The two of them ran off into the fog, not even bothering to check if Soos and Sammy were following them. "Guys, wait!," Sammy called after them, but they were too caught up in their own excitement to hear him. "Come on, Soos. We'd better go after them and make sure they don't get hurt," said Sammy. "B-but, dude!," Soos protested, but Sammy was already running after the twins. "All right, dudes, I'm comin'!," said Soos, also following them.
After Sammy and Soos quickly caught up with the twins, Sammy briefly scolded them for running off without them. Then, the group continued walking deeper into the woods. Sammy had half a mind to make them go back to the boat, but he also saw how excited the twins were and decided to let them have their fun first. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
As they continued walking, Mabel started rapping in order to pass the time while Soos was beatboxing. "My name is Mabel! It rhymes with table! It also rhymes with… glabel! It also rhymes with… shmabel!" Needless to say, she wasn't really good at it. "Dude, we should be writing this down," said Soos. "I agree," said Sammy, smiling. "With those lyrics, you could go out and take the world by storm." "Aw, shucks, you guys," said Mabel. "Guys, guys, guys!," cried Dipper, suddenly stopping in his tracks. "You hear something?" The rest of the group froze and listened for the sound. Then, they heard it. It was a loud, growling noise in the distance, which was enough to send a flock of birds flying away. "This is it! This is it!," Dipper cried excitedly. He and Mabel began punching each other excitedly and walked towards the sound. Soos quickly picked up a stick before he and Sammy followed them. Now, Sammy was starting to get very nervous. He didn't think the Gobblewonker was even real, let alone that they would find it. But now, he was starting to worry that they were biting off more than they could chew.
The group stopped and quickly ducked behind a log when they saw the silhouette of a lake monster that was partially hidden in the fog. "Everyone: Get your cameras ready!," Dipper whispered. "Ready?" "Dipper, I'm not sure this is a good idea–" "GO!," yelled Dipper, interrupting Sammy. Everyone jumped out from behind the log and ran towards the monster while taking photos of it. But when they got closer and the fog faded away, they realized that the "monster" was actually the wreckage of a large boat, and to top it all off, there were cute little beavers living on it. Sammy was relieved that they didn't come across the actual monster, but the same couldn't be said for Dipper. "But… but what was that noise, then?," he said despairingly. "I heard a monster noise!" Then, right on cue, they heard the same noise again, but they could clearly see that it was actually a beaver playing with a chainsaw and accidentally turning it on a couple times. "Sweet! Beaver with a chainsaw," said Soos, running towards the beaver to take pictures. "Maybe that old guy was crazy after all," sighed Dipper. "He did use the word scrapdoodle," said Mabel. Sammy now felt bad that neither of the twins would have the chance to win the photo contest, so he tried his best to cheer them up. "Chin up, guys," he said. "It's just a little contest. It's not the end of the world if you can't get that prize money." "Ugh, it's not just the prize money, Sammy," sighed Dipper. "If we win that contest, our whole lives would change! We'd get fame, respect, our own autobiographies. I was gonna become an adventurer, Sammy. An adventurer!" "And I was gonna buy my own giant hamster ball!," wailed Mabel. "I even had this cool line in my head all day long: 'You can look, but you can't touch.' But without that hamster ball, that line will mean nothing. It'll still sound cool, but it'll also mean nothing!" "Um…okay?," said Sammy, slightly confused by what he was wearing from the twins. "But without that photo, we can't even enter the contest," sighed Dipper, sitting down. "We did all of this for nothing…"
"...I wouldn't say it was for nothing," said Sammy. "Huh?," asked Dipper as he and Mabel looked up at Sammy in confusion. "Well, you guys had fun, didn't you?," asked Sammy. "Dipper got to be a captain, Mabel got to learn ventriloquism and rapping, and heck, even Soos seems to be having a good time." The three of them looked over at Soos, who was busy taking photos of the beaver that was just playing with the chainsaw. "Ooh, yeah! Work it! Work it! Nice! Nice! Gimme another one of those! Yeah, I like that one." The twins couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, we did have fun, didn't we, Mabel?," said Dipper. "You said it, bro-bro!," said Mabel. "And in the end, isn't that all that matters?," asked Sammy. "Just us having a good time together?" The twins smiled, seeing his point. Even though they couldn't get a photo of the Gobblewonker, at the end of the day, they still had a blast together. "And the best part is, the day isn't even over yet. Far from it," Sammy continued. "Instead of staying on this depressing island and moping around, why don't we go back and join up with Stan? I bet he'd love to hear about all the things we did today." "Hey, you know what? You're right!," said Dipper, cheering up. "That sounds like a great idea!" But then, he looked sad again. "What're we gonna say to him, though?," he asked. "We ditched him over nothing." "Yeah," Mabel said sadly. "Would he even forgive us?" "Of course he will," Sammy reassured them. "He's your family. Although he's grumpy, crude, greedy, and… well, he's many things, to be honest… but he'll be there for you, no matter what."
"...Sammy, are you crying?," Dipper asked with concern. Sammy quickly realized that tears were forming in his eyes, and wiped them away. "It's nothing," he said. "Something must have gotten in my eye… so what do you guys say? Are you ready to go back to Stan and have ourselves a real Family Fun Day?" "Yeah, we are!," cheered Mabel, pumping her arms up and down. "Heh, yeah, let's do it!," Dipper agreed. Suddenly, the ground shook, and the water in the lake began bubbling. "Hey… guys, do you feel that?," asked Dipper, before the shaking started again, knocking him off his feet. "Hey, hey, whoa, whoa!" "What's going on?!," cried Mabel, trying to stay standing. "It must be an earthquake!," gasped Sammy. "Everyone, get down!"
"Uh, dude…," Soos said nervously, pointing into the distance. "I don't think this is an earthquake…" The group looked over at the lake and saw a large hump in the distance moving across the surface of the water. "The Gobblewonker… is real?!," Sammy cried in shock. "Ahhh!," screamed Mabel. The only one who wasn't terrified was Dipper. In fact, he seemed far more happy than scared. "This is it!," he said excitedly, taking out his camera and snapping photos of the monster. "Come on! This is our chance!" Then, he noticed that nobody else was taking the pictures. "What's wrong with you guys?," he asked, turning around to face them. Unfortunately, that meant he had his back turned to the lake, so he didn't realize that the monster was actually swimming right at them, getting closer with each passing second. "Dipper…?," Mabel whispered nervously. "Dude…?," said Soos. The monster reached the shore and loomed over the group, water dripping from its scaly hide. "Dipper, you need to move," whispered Sammy, afraid that any loud noises would agitate the creature. "It's not that hard, all right?," said Dipper, not sure as to why they were acting this way. "All you gotta do is point, and shoot. Like this!" He turned back around and aimed his camera at the monster… only to finally realize that it was right in front of them. The Gobblewonker stared at them with glowing yellow eyes… then roared.
"Run!," yelled Soos. As the group started running, the Gobblewonker rose out of the water and knocked down a tree, which began falling towards Dipper and Mabel. Fortunately, Sammy managed to grab them and run to safety just in time. As they ran, the Gobblewonker continued chasing them, knocking down more trees in the process. Even while carrying the twins, with Dipper tucked under his arm and Mabel clinging to his back, Sammy was eventually able to catch up to Soos. "Get back to the boat! HURRY!," yelled Soos. The Gobblewonker leaned its neck forward and tried to snap at Mabel with its jaws, barely missing her. Despite the danger, Dipper saw another opportunity to get a picture of the beast. He took out his camera and aimed it at the monster, but right then, Sammy stumbled over a root, causing Dipper to drop the camera. "The picture!," he cried. "Dude, if it makes you feel any better, I got tons of pictures of those beavers, dude!," said Soos. "WHY WOULD THAT MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?!," Dipper screamed out in frustration. "Just be glad you're not in that thing's stomach right now!," yelled Sammy. Eventually, the group finally reached the boat and climbed into it. "Let's get outta here, dudes!," yelled Soos, driving away. "All right! This is it!," said Dipper, taking out another camera. "Cracked lens?! Soos! Get a photo!" However, Soos was too busy throwing his cameras at the monster's face to listen to him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!," yelled Dipper. "Oh! I still got one left! Don't worry, dude!," said Soos. He threw his last camera at Dipper, but it missed and hit the wall of the boat, breaking apart. "Forget the picture, guys!," said Sammy. "Let's just get out of here already!" The Gobblewonker jumped back into the water and swam after the boat. That was enough to make Dipper quickly change his tune. "Go, go, go, go, go!," he cried.
As they tried to escape the Gobblewonker, they drove right past Stan, soaking him from head to toe. "SOOS! BEAVERS!," screamed Dipper, pointing ahead at another broken boat in the lake that had a family of beavers living on it. Soos was unable to steer out of the way in time, causing the boat to smash right through the wreckage. The beavers flew into the air, then landed on their boat and began biting them aggressively. "Ah, beavers! Oh, no!," cried Soos. Sammy ran around the deck and tried tossing the beavers off the boat, taking care to avoid their sharp teeth and slapping tails. One of the beavers scared Soos away from the steering wheel, forcing Mabel to take the helm. As the group tried to deal with both a lake monster and beavers, they ended up driving right past many other people at the lake, including the giant man and his family of redheads. "Aah! Look out!," cried Mabel, seeing two men in boats transporting a sheet of glass. The boat crashed through the glass, but fortunately, nobody got hurt. They were also finished dealing with the beavers, but the Gobblewonker was still chasing after them. "WHERE DO I GO?!," yelled Mabel. Dipper took out his journal and flipped through it frantically. "Um… uh… GO INTO THE FALLS! I think there might be a cave behind there!" "MIGHT BE?!," cried Mabel. "We don't have any other choice!," said Sammy. "Floor it!" Mabel steered the boat to the falls and drove through the water, entering a large cave hidden behind the falls. The boat then crashed into the shore, causing Dipper, Mabel, Soos, and Sammy to tumble out of the boat and onto the dirt. The Gobblewonker also swam through the falls, but got itself stuck in the opening. It thrashed around in a desperate attempt to escape, but was unable to do so.
"It's stuck!," Mabel cheered. "Ha ha! Yeah! Wait… It's stuck?," Dipper gasped. He quickly patted himself down, but could find no more cameras on himself. "Sammy, you still have your cameras, right?," he asked Sammy. Sammy searched through his own pockets, but couldn't find a camera either. "Sorry, Dipper," he said remorsefully. Dipper looked like he was about to give up and curl into a ball, but Mabel took off his hat, revealing the very last camera. "Boop," she said playfully. Dipper laughed and took the camera off his head, then proceeded to take as many pictures as he could. "Didja get a good one?," Mabel asked excitedly. "THEY'RE ALL GOOD ONES!," cried Dipper, hugging Mabel. "WOO! HAMSTER BALL!," cheered Mabel. "This is amazing!," said Sammy. "You guys are gonna be famous!" "Yeah, we are!," cheered Dipper, giving Sammy a high five. But then, as the Gobblewonker continued to struggle, a rock suddenly fell from the ceiling and flattened its head. Sparks of electricity shot from its head, and the beast collapsed with a loud, whirring noise. "What the…?," said Dipper. He walked up to the monster and touched its hide, then pulled his hand back in shock. "Huh?" "What's wrong?," asked Mabel. Dipper knocked on the monster's side with his fist, creating a metallic sound. Curious, he began climbing up the monster. "Dipper, wait!," Sammy called out to him worriedly. "This thing could still be dangerous!" "Yeah, be careful, dude!," Soos warned. "I've got this! Hold on!," said Dipper, climbing over the monster. A few moments later, he popped his head up from the other side. "Hey, guys! Come check this out!" The rest of the gang climbed up the monster, feeling its cold metallic skin for the first time, and saw Dipper standing next to a handle on the monster. They turned the handle and opened it up, causing steam to puff out from inside the beast.
To their shock, the monster was completely hollow inside, and sitting inside of it while working on a machine in front of him was none other than Old Man McGucket himself. "Work the bellows and the… Eh? Aww, banjo polish!," he moaned, realizing that he had now been caught. "Wha- Yo- You?!," gasped Dipper. "You made this? W-w-why?" "Well, I… I, uh… I just wanted attention," sighed McGucket. "I still don't understand," said Dipper, shaking his head. "Well, first I just hootenannied up a biomechanical brain wave generator, and then I leaned to operate a stick-shift with ma beard!," McGucket explained happily. "Okay, yeah. But why did you do it?," asked Mabel. "Yeah, I'd like to know too," said Sammy, crossing his arms while giving McGucket a very disappointed look. "You almost killed us with this machine. I hope you have a really good explanation for this, McGucket." McGucket looked down in shame and sorrow. "I'm real sorry for scaring you all, I really am," he apologized. "But you gotta understand, when you get to be an old fella like me, nobody pays any attention to you anymore. My own son hasn't visited me in months! So I figured maybe I'd catch his fancy with a fifteen ton aquatic robot!" He laughed maniacally, then sighed. "In retrospect, it seems a bit contrived. You just don't know the lengths us old-timers go through for a little quality time with our family." The twins took out the hats that Stan made for them, while Sammy looked at the mug that Stan gave him. Even though Stan wanted him to go with Soos and the twins, Sammy couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving him. The same could be said for the twins, who looked at their hand stitched hats guiltily.
"Dude. I guess the real lake monster is you two. Heh, heh!," Soos chuckled. "Soos…," sighed Sammy, giving him an unimpressed look. "Sorry, that just like–boom–just popped into my head there," said Soos. "So, did you ever talk to your son about how you felt?," Mabel asked McGucket. "No, sir, I got to work straight on the robot!," said McGucket, using a projector to show them the blueprints of the Gobblewonker. "I made lots of robots in my day! Like when my wife left me and I created a homicidal pterodactyl-tron, or when my pal Ernie didn't come to my retirement party and I constructed an eighty ton SHAME BOT THAT EXPLODED THE ENTIRE DOWNTOWN AREA!" He laughed maniacally, then went silent while the others stared at him in concern. "Well, time to get back to work on my death ray!," said McGucket, ducking inside while construction noises could be heard from within. "Any of you kids got a screwdriver?"
"Well, so much for the photo contest," sighed Dipper, looking at the camera. "Hey, it's okay, Dipper," said Sammy. "You remember what I told you guys back on the island, do you?" Dipper smiled, as he did remember what Sammy told them earlier. "You still have one roll of film left," said Mabel. "Whaddaya wanna do with it?," asked Dipper. The group didn't even need a second to think before they smiled at each other, knowing exactly what they wanted to do with that last roll of film. "Race you to the boat!," said Dipper as he, Mabel, and Soos raced each other towards the boat, laughing. Sammy was about to follow them, but was suddenly stopped by McGucket. "Benny?," the old man called out to him, poking his head out. "Um… again, it's actually Sammy, not Benny," said Sammy. "Yeah, that's what I said," said McGucket, nervously playing with his hat. "Listen, I just wanna say… I didn't mean to scare you and the kids with my robot… you're the only one in this town who cares that I'm even alive. You'll forgive me, won't you?" Sammy was honestly still ticked off that McGucket almost killed them with a giant robot, but seeing his sad yet hopeful face was enough to dispel any grudge he still held towards the old man. "Of course I forgive you," said Sammy. "I'll still visit you at the dump every morning and bring your favorite foods." "That's a relief!," McGucket sighed. "I really enjoy our little talks, you know. You remind me of my son… you know, when he still visited me." Then, McGucket ducked back into the robot and continued working on his laser without another word. Sammy smiled sadly, then ran back to the boat, where Dipper, Mabel, and Soos were still waiting.
After driving out of the cave on their beat up boat, the group searched the lake and eventually found Stan all on his own, driving back to shore. "Hey! Over here!," Dipper hollered. Stan turned around and stared at them in surprise. The group pulled up next to him, and Dipper even snapped a photo of Stan. "What the– Kids? I thought you two were off playing 'Spin the Bottle' with Soos and Sammy!," said Stan, trying to stay mad at them. "Well, we spent all day trying to find a 'legendary' dinosaur," Dipper said apologetically. "But Sammy helped us realize, the only dinosaur we wanna hang out with is right here," said Mabel. "Save your sympathy!," Stan scoffed, crossing his arms. "I've been having a great time withoutcha'! Makin' friends, talkin' to my reflection– I had a run-in with the lake police! I gotta wear this ankle bracelet now, so that'll be fun." "So… I guess there isn't room in that boat for four more?," asked Dipper. Stan glared at the twins, but his expression immediately softened when he saw them put on their hats, the same ones that he had worked so hard on. "Come on, Mister Pines," Sammy coaxed. "Are you really gonna end Family Fun Day so soon?" Stan chuckled. "Nah, not by a long shot. Hey, you knuckleheads ever seen me thread a hook with my eyes closed?," he asked. "Five bucks says you can't do it!," Dipper challenged. "You're on!," said Stan. "Five more bucks says you can't do it with your eyes closed, plus me singing at the top of my lungs!," said Mabel. "I like those odds!," said Stan. As the group climbed into Stan's boat, Stan noticed that Soos was now completely shirtless. "Whoa! What happened to your shirt?," he asked. "Long story, dude," said Soos. "All right, everybody get together," said Dipper, holding up his camera. Everyone else crowded around him. "Say fishing!" "Fishing!," everyone called out in unison. After taking the picture, Dipper took it out and showed it to everyone. "Dude, am I in the frame?," asked Soos. "Wow, we look good," said Sammy. "Good? We look awesome!," cheered Mabel.
After that, the group spent the rest of the day on Stan's little boat, and even though they weren't out hunting for monsters, they were having the time of their lives. It turned out that Stan could be quite fun when he wanted to be. Even the jokes from his joke book got a few laughs. After trying to steal a fish from another family and being chased by the lake police, however, they decided that they had enough fun for the day and started driving back to shore.
On their way back, the entire boat suddenly shook. "Whoa!," cried Mabel. "What was that?," asked Dipper. "It's probably nothing, guys," said Sammy. But then, right after saying that, he looked back just in time to see a large, scaly tail rise up from the water, then plunge down into the depths of the lake. "...yep, definitely nothing to worry about," Sammy said nervously. "But we should probably, uh… hey Mister Pines, can this boat go any faster?"
After reaching the shore and tying the boat down, the group started walking back to the car. But then, Sammy stopped when he saw McGucket's son, the ranger who sprayed him with a water bottle earlier, cleaning up some litter that was left behind on the beach. "You coming, kid?," asked Stan, wondering what the hold up was. "Um, you guys go on without me," said Sammy. "I'll catch up with you guys later." The others glanced at each other in confusion, but shrugged and continued on their way. Sammy walked towards the ranger, who saw him and tipped his hat to him. "So you're Sammy, huh?," he asked. "Uh… yeah. How did you know?," asked Sammy. "I have ears, you know," said the ranger. "I heard my dad call you by your own name. You must be on really good terms with him for him to remember your name. He can't even remember mine anymore…" The ranger stuck out his hand. "The name's Tate McGucket. It's a pleasure to meet you." "Likewise," said Sammy, shaking his hand. "Listen, I'm sorry for intruding on you like this, but… what happened between you and your dad? You sprayed him with water earlier like some kind of dog, you don't even visit him anymore… I-I'm not saying that you're bad or anything like that, I just–" "Hold on," said Tate, holding up his hand. "What brought this on?" "Well… your father kind of attacked us with a giant robot disguised as a lake monster," said Sammy. Tate grumbled and shook his head. "That old geezer never learns, does he?," he sighed. He didn't seem surprised in the slightest, which made Sammy wonder just how many times McGucket had done this for Tate to view it as being completely normal.
"Look, I may seem pretty harsh for treating my dad like that. Cruel, even. But I've tried reaching out to him for so long, and it's done nothing but make my life miserable," said Tate. "I never knew my dad a whole lot before coming to Gravity Falls a few years ago. He went here to become some research partner with a college friend, but he never came back. When I finally got here, I didn't even recognize him anymore. He was just this crazy old man that everyone in town made fun of. I spent years trying to help him, to bring him back to reality, but nothing I did ever worked. Eventually, I just… gave up on him. I settled down and got myself this job. I don't know what happened to him that made him the way he is now, but what I do know is that… I had to let him go. I had to learn that he was beyond saving. It was a tough pill for me to swallow, but…" Tate suddenly stopped and cleared his throat. "Sorry. I can't talk about this anymore, otherwise I'm gonna turn into a sobbing mess pretty soon." "Tate, I'm so sorry," Sammy said remorsefully. "Sorry? For what?," asked Tate. "For making you talk about this," said Sammy. "I was just… I… I didn't mean to bring up bad memories…" "It's alright," said Tate, patting his shoulder. "This was actually refreshing for me. I haven't told anyone about this in years. It feels good to get that off my chest for once. Anyway, I'd better get back to work. You should leave too. The lake's about to close." Tate started walking away, then stopped and looked back at Sammy.
"Oh, before I forget, I just wanna tell you how glad I am that there's someone in this town who actually cares about my dad," said Tate. "Almost everyone in this town makes fun of him. So it's good to know that there's someone looking out for him." "Oh, cool. Who are they? I'd really like to meet them," said Sammy. Tate stared at him in bewilderment, then chuckled and shook his head before walking away. Sammy just stood there, a bit confused as to why Tate hadn't answered him. Then, he began jogging all the way back to the Mystery Shack.