It was another warm summer day in Gravity Falls, while the sun was high in the sky. The sunlight shined brightly below, right onto the disheveled Mystery Shack.

On the inside of the house, Dipper was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal while he read a book. It was the newest edition to his favorite series of mystery novels, and he has been absolutely absorbed into the story.

After a few quiet moments of reading, Grunkle Stan walked into the room, clad in his usual around the house casual wear. He scratched his stomach, as he smack his lips tiredly. "Mornin' kiddo," he greeted.

"Morning Grunkle Stan," Dipper greeted back, as Stan started making himself a cup of coffee. The older man then looked back at his nephew, his head still in a book.

"Jeez kid," Stan started, earning the paranormal investigator's attention. "It's like, seven in the morning. You do know that reading in the summer isn't necessary or encouraged, right?"

Dipper sighed, putting down his copy of 'The Sibling Brothers'. "I know you don't get it, but I like reading for fun."

Grunkle Stan sipped some warm coffee from his slightly dirty mug. "I get it, I just don't understand it. I also don't care enough to try to understand it. You see my dilemma?"

Dipper went back to eating his breakfast, while his Grunkle sat across from him. After about a minute of quietly eating, Mabel came barreling in, wearing a sweater with a smiling turtle on it, and with a slight look of panic on her face.

"So, uh, don't freak out," she told her family, "but..."

A loud roar of terror and anger rang through the house, making all three of the Pines Family cringed at the sound.

"Oh no. Mabel, what did you do?" Dipper accused. Mabel gently tapped the edges of her fingers together.

"That's an interesting question, what I did to Bigby."

"I never said anything about Bigby."

"That's cool. Gotta go!" With that, Mabel quickly left the room.

The sound of stomping could be heard, as the two in the kitchen prepared themselves. However, nothing could of prepared them for what they were about to see.

Bigby, the fable who had been staying at the Mystery Shack for about a week, stormed into the kitchen, wearing his usual clothing of a white dress shirt, black tie, and slacks. However, his hair was done up into several different ponytails, each one topped with a purple bowtie. There seemed to be glitter in his hair, as a look of rage stayed on his face.

"Where is she!?" He seethed, not amused by his new hairdo.

Dipper and Stan looked at the detective for a few moments, processing the sight in front of them. Finally, they both fell over in laughter, not believing their luck that they saw the grizzled man in such a state.

"You look like a poodle!" Grunkle Stan bellowed, as he pointed in hysteria at Bigby.

"A girly poodle!" Dipper added, also pointing at him as he and his Grunkle now were standing next to each other.

"Shut up!" Bigby yelled, not able to stop the laughter.

"Dipper, enjoy mocking someone else while you can, this isn't going to happen often." Stan warned.

"Trust me, I'm just savoring the moment," Dipper agreed, the two still laughing.

Bigby groaned in frustration, as he went over to the kitchen sink, and turned it on. The wolf started covering his mutilated hair with water. He shook his head, throwing off the head ties and glitter, and returning his hair to its former glory.

"Stupid Mabel," he grumbled, "giving me stupid hair with her crappy hair ties."

"Hey!" Stan yelled, calming down. "You know the rules about that kind of language around here."

Bigby sighed. He walked over to the kitchen counter, to see a jar with the words "BIGBY'S SWEAR JAR" etched on. It was overflowing with money.

Bigby dug into his pockets, pulling out a few quarters, which he quickly put in the jar. Stan walked up behind the apparent teenager, as he put a strong, calloused hand on Bigby's shoulder. "Ah, the swear jar. The only thing that takes away the two things I love more than anything else in the world. Money and swearing. What a cruel mistress."

Grunkle Stan patted Bigby's shoulder a couple of times, as he still looked at the jar. Without warning, Stan started shoving Bigby towards someplace.

"Hey!" Bigby protested. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Sending my new employee to work!" Stan answered.

"What!?"

"I'm not running a shelter for weird dogs! Time you earn your keep ya deadbeat."

Bigby then was pushed out of a door, making him find himself in the Mystery Shack gift shop. He stared wide eyed, as he found the place packed with trapped tourists.

"I want you to give these," Stan cleared his throat, "'fine folk' the tour around the place."

Bigby looked back at the old man. "What!?" He exclaimed. "I don't know what I'm doing here!"

Stan sighed. "Fine, I'll get the boy to help ya." He then turned around. "DIPPER! GET OUT HERE AND HELP BIGBY! HE'S TOO STUPID TO FIGURE THIS OUT!"

"Nope, totally didn't hear that," the sheriff deadpanned. Mr. Mystery then disappeared back into the house, replaced in his place by the 12-year old in the blue vest.

"What's going on?" Dipper asked.

"Your uncle just put me in charge of the tours," Bigby lamented, as he stared with large eyes at all the people in the gift shop, who were growing more impatient by the second.

"What!?" Dipper asked, dumbfounded. His Grunkle must have really not wanted to work today, if he's placing the fable in charge of the tourists.

"He does know that I'm not exactly...social, right?"

"Look, it's ok, let's just..." Dipper paused, trying to think. "Just do what Stan did to you when you first showed up."

Bigby scratched his cheek, still reprehensive about giving a tour. Finally, he took a deep sigh, as he put on an act of false bravado and strutted over to the crowd of people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mystery Shack!" He announced, puffing his chest up proudly.

He quickly deflated when he earned blank stares from the crowd. He locked eyes with a small child in the front, who was picking his nose. Bigby then looked behind him at the counter, to see Dipper sitting behind it, urging him to go on.

The werewolf then turned back to the vacationing people. "We have oddities from all over the world!" He continued to pitch, fake enthusiasm in his voice as he led the people around the building.

"Like what?" A woman asked.

"Great question!" Bigby stated, stopping next to a table. "We have...er..." Bigby pulled up a sharp rock, not quite sure it was suppose to be. "Dragon teeth!" He thought on his feet.

The tourists didn't look impressed. The little boy pulled the finger out of his nostril for a second. "That's a rock," he said.

Bigby rubbed the back of his neck. "That's...very observant. We'll have to talk to our dragon guy."

The crowd was silent.

"We have a dragon guy," Bigby reiterated.

Dead silence from the crowd.

"Moving on!" Bigby quickly said, leading the group to the next phony merch stand. "Here we have a vase that is said to contain the souls of a thousand screaming Frenchmen, and-"

He was cut off by a tug on his pant leg. He looked down to see the small boy looking up at him.

"Yes?" Bigby asked.

"Are you a hobo?" The boy asked.

Bigby's face fell into a deep frown. "What makes you say that?" He interrogated, with gritted teeth.

"You have garbage in your hair."

Bigby cocked an eyebrow, searching his hair for anything. He frowned when he found a latex rubber band caught in his mane. "Dammit Mabel," he cursed to himself.

"That's not a nice word," the boy told the larger fable, who was currently chewing his lip to keep his anger at a simmer.

Dipper just watched the entire scene from behind the counter, feeling bad for his friend. Dipper placed his face in his hands, as Bigby struggled to continue to try and swindle the customers.

"What's going on?" Dipper heard, making him raise his head to see Mabel, watching the scene.

"Grunkle Stan put Bigby on tour guide duty."

"Seriously?!" Mabel gasped, realizing why that wouldn't be a good idea. "But he's so cranky! Remember when I accidentally left all that chocolate on his bed?"

Dipper briefly shuddered at the memory. "That reminds me, we really need to fix that window."

Bigby, meanwhile, was at the end of his rope. He was going to go for the Hail Mary to try and interest these people.

"I see. You people want excitement? You want to feel power? Fear!? The ripping of the universe itself!? Fine! Feast your eyes on...THE VOLCANO OF DOOOOOOM!"

Bigby showcased the object using his arms, presenting a pretty pathetic looking Paper Mache volcano. It blew a tiny poof of smoke, as the tourists looked at it through half-lidded eyes.

"You suck," The young boy complained.

"YOU SUCK!" Bigby yelled, frustration taking over. "You know what, this ain't my job."

Bigby then stormed away from the crowd, before being intercepted by the twins.

"Dude, where are you going?" Dipper asked, a bit frantic.

Bigby was slightly fuming. "I need some air."

"Grunkle Stan isn't going to like that you just ditched these guys," Mabel told him. "Even if they are boring jerks."

"Yeah? Well right now, I could care less."

"You mean 'couldn't'," Dipper stated.

"What?"

"You couldn't care less. If you could care less, that means you would actually be caring a bit, and-"

Dipper stopped his rambling when he noticed the hard stare Bigby was giving him.

"I'll shut up now," Dipper conceded.

"Smart kid," Bigby complimented, before walking out of the Mystery Shack, leaving everyone behind as he stormed through the outside world. He saw Soos, just arriving for work, as he was going the opposite way of Bigby.

"Hey Bigby!" The handyman greeted, strolling about.

"Jump off a cliff," Bigby told him, as he continued walking without sparing a glance at the friendly man-child.

"Will do, bro!" Soos cheerily said, as he reached the porch without looking back. "What a nice guy," he sincerely said to himself, before he entered the shack to start his day.

-

Bigby was sitting in a booth at Greasy's diner, smoking one of his cheap Huff N Puff cigarettes. The restaurant was only slightly busy, as only a few towns folk were occupying the tables, eating and talking about their lives.

Bigby sighed, staring absent-mindedly in front of him. The owner of the diner, Lazy Susan, eventually came up to his table, filling the empty mug on his table with hot coffee. He squinted her good eye in confusion.

"Aren't you a little young to be smoking?" She asked, suspicious.

"I'm over three thousand years old," Bigby stated bluntly, not once looking at the woman.

Lazy Susan's good eye widened at the words, before she brushed off the comment. "Ok then, enjoy your day darling!" She sweetly told him, wondering about how crazy teenagers' imaginations are nowadays.

Bigby took a sip of coffee, smoke in his hand. Its been a rough morning, and he just wanted to relax.

He took a drag of his cigarette. He liked the Mystery Shack, he really did. He actually liked spending time with the twins, even if Mabel could be a bubbly psycho, and Dipper could be a bit too obsessive with his investigations. But those quirks made them endearing.

Their Grunkle on the other hand...he's still trying to warm up to the guy.

"Hey!"

Bigby looked up at the familiar voice, to see Wendy standing above him, in her usual lumberjack attire. The wolf was a bit surprised to see the laidback teen.

"Hey," Bigby mimicked, giving a small smirk.

"Mind if I sit down?" Wendy asked. Bigby motioned for her to go ahead, which she gladly relented. "Thanks."

Bigby blew some smoke out of his mouth. "What're you doing here?" Bigby asked, friendly.

Wendy shrugged, her usual relaxed smile on her face. "I like coming to this place. The food is some of the best in town."

Bigby quietly nodded in understanding, sipping his mug of warm liquid. Wendy seemed to notice the fable's unusual demeanor.

"Dude, what's with you? You look like someone just told you your favorite show was getting canceled."

Bigby's eyes widened. "Ducktective is getting cancel!?" He worriedly asked.

"What? No, don't worry."

"Ok, good. Mabel just introduced me to the show. Pretty complex for a kid's show."

"Anyway, what's up?"

Bigby groaned, setting down his mug. "Stan is making me work for my rent."

"Uh oh. What did he do?"

"He made me give tours."

Wendy sputtered in laughter. "For real?"

"It was awful. If I never have to give another sales pitch, it'll be too soon."

Wendy snickered. "That's why I only work the cashier. Don't really have to talk much behind the register."

Bigby pinched the bridge of his nose, as he put out his smoke in a nearby ashtray. "I can't work there again. I'd probably kill someone."

"Well, you're going to need to find a job. Stan can be nice, but he'll expect something back for letting you stay with him."

Bigby scoffed at the idea. "I'm the Big Bad Wolf. How many jobs do you think I'm qualified for?"

"Well, you could help my dad chop lumber," Wendy suggested.

Bigby went silent.

"What?" The tomboy asked.

"No offense, but your dad...kinda scares me." Bigby admitted.

Wendy was surprised. "Wait, really?"

"Uh, yeah."

"You're a dangerous werewolf that fought off a giant fire monster, and you're scared of my dad?"

Bigby rolled his eyes, getting slightly annoyed at the question. "Yes. Have you seen your dad? I don't want to get on his bad side, that's all I'm saying."

"Pfft. Fine, whatever. You still need a job."

Bigby grunted in agreement. If there's one thing he could say about the redhead, it was that she was down to Earth. She didn't make exaggerations, and always knew exactly what a person had to do.

Unlike another red head he knew at home, who, to be frank, could be a huge drama queen. How she was Snow White's sister was beyond him.

As Bigby was a thinking, he saw someone walk up to him, out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, to see a larger man in a suit, staring down at the fable in the booth.

The man didn't say anything, leaving Bigby feeling a bit uncomfortable. As he waited for the man to talk, the detective looked the stranger up and down, noticing his impeccable attire, brown hair, and strange scent. Bigby couldn't quite place the smell, but felt like he didn't like it.

"Can I help you?" Bigby growled, as Wendy just gave a blank stare at the man.

"Sir, are you new in town?" The large man asked.

Bigby shrugged, taking a drink of his coffee. He didn't know what this guy wanted, and he didn't want to play into his hands.

The strange man noticed the fable's silence. "Were you the one that was investigating the City Hall wreck?"

Bigby froze in place for a second, remembering the whole incident. He had figured that no one really noticed what he was doing, or at least that no one cared.

"What's it to you?" Bigby asked, taking another sip from his mug. He was glaring at the man now.

"Well, my boss has heard about you, and sent me to find you," The man revealed.

Bigby gently put down his mug. "Really now?" He skeptically asked, getting ready to pounce on the man. Bigby knew that if a stranger knew about him, that it usually wasn't for a good reason.

"My boss would like to offer you a job," The man stated, making Bigby calm down slightly, only out of curiosity.

"Wait, what?" Bigby asked.

"Yeah, I'm confused too," Wendy spoke up.

The stranger reached into his jacket, and pulled out a letter. He then placed it in front of Bigby on the table, making the sheriff stare at it. "You have a great chance to make a lot of money. Don't keep the man waiting," The suited man warned, before walking away.

Bigby and Wendy both shared a look, before Bigby opened the letter. "'Dear Sir'," Bigby read aloud. "'You are hereby welcomed to my private estate. I have heard about you, and feel as though you have the skills I currently require. Please feel free to visit, I will make it worth your while.'"

"Well, that's not suspicious at all," Wendy deadpanned.

Bigby rubbed his chin, putting the piece of paper down. "How could he have known about me? I thought I was actually pretty discreet about the whole thing."

"What are you going to do?" The teen asked.

"Well, I do need the money..."

"Wait, you're actually considering doing this!?" The tomboy exclaimed, surprised.

"Look, you said it yourself, I need a job."

"Yeah, but not one from some weird dude in a suit! Seriously, guy looks like a mobster. Or a lawyer."

Bigby rolled his eyes. "Worst comes to worst, I can bust up whatever quote unquote "evil" things they have going on there."

Bigby then looked at the address on the letter, before getting out of the booth. Wendy raised her eyebrows. "Hey, aren't you going to pay for your coffee?"

Bigby quickly started walking out of the diner. "Dead broke! Comp me!" He called back, as he went right out the door.

Wendy gave an annoyed frown, as she dug out a couple dollars and placed it on his side of the table. "He totally owes me."

-

"Soos! Soos! Soos! Soos!" The crowd of tourists cheered, as they were covered in Mystery Shack merchandise.

After Bigby had walked off, the man child had happily taken over the tours. Soos waved at the crowd of people, as they filed out of the gift shop. "Bye dudes! Come again!"

The twins approached him, completely impressed. "Wow!" Mabel exclaimed. "That was amazing!"

"Yeah!" Dipper agreed. "I can't believe how much money they spent!"

Soos chuckled. "I'm just glad they had fun."

Dipper frowned. "Yeah. Stan isn't going to like what happened."

"What about me not liking something?" A familiar voice asked, making the three turn their heads, to see Stan walk into the room, wearing his suit and fez.

"Hey!" Mabel greeted. "We were just talking about, uh..."

Stan looked around. "Where's Bigby?" He asked.

Mabel started to stutter, trying to make an excuse for her friend. "Well, uh, you see..."

"He's fighting off a badger!" Dipper lied, saving his sister.

Stan didn't look convinced. "A badger?"

"Yes! Uh, Bigby was giving the tour-"

"And doing a fantastic job, might I add," Mabel interjected.

"-And all of a sudden, this badger just came bursting through the door! And Bigby-"

"The brave and kind hearted fellow," Mabel added.

"-Started fighting him off! He tried to chase it off, but went out to make sure it was gone."

"Then Soos took over for him!" Mabel stated, pointing to the handyman.

Stan looked at his niece and nephew, who were giving him wide, fake smiles. He directed his gaze towards Soos, who was giving him a thumbs up, before moving his attention back to the kids.

"He ditched, didn't he?" Stan bluntly asked.

The fake smiles quickly disappeared on the twins' faces, as they lowered their heads. "Yes," Dipper admitted.

Stan groaned. "I gave the guy one job! He's worse than I was back in the seventies! And everyone was bad during the seventies!"

"But Grunkle Stan, it wasn't his fault!" Mabel whined.

"Yeah, Bigby tried his best, but the crowd just didn't care!" Dipper defended.

Stan rubbed his chin. "Did he show the Volcano of Doom?" He asked.

"Yes!" The twins answered at the same time.

"It was a bad group of guys," Soos added.

Stan tapped his chin in thought. "Ok, maybe this is on me," he stated. "I guess I could've prepared him a little. Plus, he is a weird wolf guy. Of course he wouldn't have my natural charisma!"

"So, is he off the hook?" Mabel asked.

"Of course not! I need him to do something around here. I can't just have another body in the house without anything to compensate me."

"But you let Waddles in and you didn't care about that," Mabel complained.

"Pumpkin, that's different. Waddles is your pet, and even then I thought about making him give children rides on his back for 5 bucks a pop."

"But-"

"Look, when Bigby comes back, him and I are going to have a...talk."

Dipper, Mabel, and Soos all gasped in horror, as Stan left the gift shop.

"A talk!?" Soos cried. "That means he's in trouble! Like when Abuelita makes me go to bed without cookies!"

"Dipper, Grunkle Stan's going to kick Bigby out!" Mabel freaked out. "What're we going to do?"

"I don't know!" Dipper was in the same boat. The twins enjoyed having Bigby around. Even though he could be prickly at times, he was a nice person. Dipper also thought it was really cool having the Big Bad Wolf himself living in the room below him, while Mabel enjoyed watching Ducktective with him and playing board games. He could never beat her at Conflict Boat.

"Look," Dipper started. "Maybe Grunkle Stan will calm down a bit before he comes back. I just hope Bigby's busy with something."

-

"Holy crap..."

Bigby stared up, mouth agape, at the large mansion in front of him. He quickly went over the letter again, making sure this was the right address. When he realized that he didn't make a mistake, Bigby looked at the large estate once more, awestruck.

"Well, this is gonna be interesting," he mumbled to himself.

With a deep breath, he walked through the large front gates, making his way into Northwest Manor.