The morning came. This time, Jay was already outside the house when Jo went to wake him up.

"Alright, what's up?"

"I got some neeews."

Jay sighed. "I'll bite."

"Look at this," she took out the blacklight.

"A blacklight?"

"Yeah, I got it a few weeks ago. But that's not it. This is what I wanted to show you." She grabbed him by the hand, pulling him under the shade of a tree. She shined the blacklight on the journal. Invisible ink was written in many of the pages. On the page with the pentagram, an oval was drawn around the circle so that it looked like an eye. A message was written next to the oval:

He is after these journals. I must hide them.

"Hmmm..."

"What?"

"I was just thinking, if this was just all fiction, why would he go through the trouble of writing all these messages? And what's with that one?"

I like paper hats.

"Maybe it's a clue." Jo shrugged. "Anyway, are you coming with me to the mountain or what?"

"Uhhh, ok."

"Huh..."

"What?"

"On the map: it says, 'The Brob resoonds to this music. Best to avoid that.'"

Jay looked at the page. There musical notes and incoherent, nonsense lyrics on the page.

"Who's the Brob?" Jay asked.

"I don't know. But like he said, it's probably best just to forget about that."

The two hiked up the mountain.

"This is fun," Jo said. "I'm really glad you came to Gravity Falls."

"You'll have to thank my parents for that." Jo giggled.

Following all of the stakes, they found where they left off. They made there way through several layers of an elaborate labyrinth. Each correct path led to another room of more tunnels. Eventually, however, they reached a room. On a rock, was an old black book covered in dust. Jo picked it up, blowing on it. Beneath the dust was a silver six-fingered right hand. On it was the number 5.

"There's more than 4?" Jay asked.

Suddenly, they heard a rattle, and what lookes like a large piece of wood came out of the shadows. It was one of the creatures from the hieroglyphs. It was even more disturbing than Jo and Jay imagined. It had and X for one eye, and a line for the other. It had curly "hair" and a large round nose. A wooden clown. A Wood Clown.

It laughed a goofy, unsettling laugh and walkes toward them, its arms extended. Jay and Jo stepped back. It began running after them, its arms poses to grab. Before it could reach them, something- no, someone- landed on it, breaking its neck. It was a hooded figure. He (or she) walked over to the where Jo had dropped the fifth journal. They picked it up.

"I'll be taking this," the man informed them.

"What?" Jay asked. "Who are you?"

"Don't you worry about lil' ol' me."

"Now just a minute," Jo said. "I don't know who you think you are, but we found that journal fair and square. Where do you get off trying to steal it?"

He blew something at their eyes, and ran off with the journal. Though they could barely see, they both caught a glimpse of back of the cloak he wore. It was an eye, with a pentagram in place of an iris and pupil.

"What the-?" Jay asked. "Glitter?"

"Yay, glitter!"

"He took off with the journal."

"Than we should get it back."

"He's probably already outside the cave by now. If you ask me, these journals are more trouble than they're worth."

Something connected in Jo's mind.

I might not finish Six.

"There are six of them..."

"What?"

"Don't you see? We just need to get the sixth journal before he does. Maybe we can even pick up the first three."

"But how? We don't know wherw they are."

"No, but remember that diagram?"

"The star?"

"It had a butterfly, and a crescent. Don't you realize? We're connected somehow."

"So what if we are? What does that have to do with finding the othwr journals?"

"Remember the question mark? Call it a hunch, but I have an idea of who that might represent."

They headed back down the mountain, having gained nothing but the confirmation that what the journals documented were real.

They headed toward the Mystery Shack. They entered the shack, signaled by the bell above the door. A woman was at the counter.

"Hello, welcome to the Mystery Shack."

Mr. Mystery, Soos, came from another door. Behind the door looked like a living room.

"Hey dudes, what's up?"

"Soos, we want to ask you a question. It's about this journal."

Soos gasped. He gestures toward the living room door.

"Give me a few minutes, Melanie."

As the three entered the room, they saw various artifacts.

"Where did you get that?"

"We found it in the old abandoned house, down thay way."

"These are dangerous."

"We know," Jo said. "But some guy stole number 5, so we wanted to see if you could help us get 6."

"Come with me."

They exited back into the shop. Soos walked over to the vending machine. He punched in a series of buttons.

1, A, B, C, 3

They went inside a hidden elevator to level 3.

"You see that?"

"That broken machine?" Jay asked.

"It was a portal. It helped an evil guy nearly destroy the town. You know, the Nevermind All That Act."

"So that's what it was about. Please help us."

"I don't really want to, but... look, I can't help you, but I know someine who can." He took out a notepad with addresses. He showed it to them, pointing to one.

"She can help you guys."

The name was Mabel Pines. Next to the name was another in parentheses. It blew Jay's and Jo's minds. The name was written as Isabella Willow.