"Bigby..."

"Snow?"

Bigby looked around him, to see various, almost mythical mountain ranges. The sky was bright pink, with light blue clouds. The werewolf walked around, searching for the sound of the voice.

"Bigby..."

He heard the familiar, sweet voice of his best friend. The person who gave him his job as sheriff. The person who gave him a chance.

He could smell her scent. She was close to him. But he couldn't see her.

"Bigby...!"

Her voice sounded more panicked, making Bigby worried. He looked around, trying to any sign of the princess in the magical landscape.

"Snow, where are you?" He asked, his ears perked, trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from.

"Bigby!" The voice of Snow shrieked, as the pink landscape suddenly twisted to red, the mountain ranges turning into eruptive volcanos. The fable whipped around, taking in the changes with fear.

Suddenly, a devilish laugh echoed through his head. He looked around, trying to find the source, only to see carnage to the once beautiful land he was in. The evil laugh was one he had heard before.

Bigby started screaming, not being able to take it anymore.

He woke up in shock, a loud gasp escaping from him. He breathed heavily, as he looked around, seeing that he was still in his bed in the guest room.

With a sigh, he placed his hand on his forehead, dripping in sweat. What was that dream? Was it a warning? A premonition?

Bigby got up, and quickly snuck out of the shack. Something is happening back at his home. He needs to figure out a way to communicate with them.

Dipper and Mabel were in the living room of the Mystery Shack, bored out of their minds. They were mindlessly watching television, both upside down in Grunkle Stan's chair.

"We'll be right back to 'You, Me, and 15 Dwarfs' after these messages," the TV announced.

"Why are we watching this?" Dipper asked.

"Because you didn't want to watch 'FluffyBottoms Magical Unicorn Romp'," Mabel answered.

"Did you still want to watch it?"

"It was a rerun."

The two sighed at the same time, both bored. After a couple minutes of dully looking at the screen, Stan walked into the room, frowning at the sight of his family in his chair.

"Kids?" Stan questioned, "Why do you look like those bats that live in the gift shop?"

"There's nothing good on," Mabel answered, still staring at the television.

Stan furrowed his brow. "Well, why aren't you helping in the shop?"

Dipper frowned. "Wendy's in a bad mood," he stated.

"About what?" Stan asked.

"Robbie was bragging about his relationship with Tambry. She took it pretty hard, and kicked us out."

"I would've made Waddles do his rap dance to cheer her up," Mabel commented.

Stan groaned. "Teenagers. Nature's idiots...fine, you can't work today, but I don't want you around the house all day."

The twins complained with various groans and moans.

"Nope, that ain't gonna work," Stan told them. "It's a beautiful day out, and I won't let you become slaves to television. The only time anyone should be a slave is when they're in Colombia, and forget their passport, and then they have to pay off a debt they racked up with some local international criminals, and they have to do things that they aren't proud of and...and..."

Stan cut himself off, as a single tear went down his face.

"Grunkle Stan?" Dipper asked, "Are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, you're crying!" Stan defended. "Get out of here and find something to do!"

The two sighed, as they flipped back to their feet. They stumbled around a little, dizzy.

"Whoa, blood rushed to my head, ooooh," Dipper said.

"I feel like I'm stuck in the washing machine..." Mabel added, "again..."

After a few seconds, the twins stabilized themselves, and left the living room, slightly slumped over.

"Man, how are we going to find something to do?" Dipper complained. Mabel shrugged.

"Maybe we can go to the arts and crafts store?" She suggested.

"I'm pretty sure you're still banned from there."

The girl rolled her eyes. "I still don't know why they did it."

"You threw glitter in the owner's face."

"So?"

"He was 74, and he had to go to the hospital!"

Mabel stuck her tongue out, not really being able to think of a response. The two eventually made their way outside, blinded by the light of the sun.

"Ah! Daylight! It burns!" Mabel cried, pulling her red sweater with pugs on it over her head.

Dipper rubbed his eyes, to see Bigby standing there, smoking a cigarette, lost in thought. He had two suitcases next to him, seemingly filled up.

"Bigby?" The young boy asked, earning Bigby's attention. "What are you doing?"

"Hey, Dip," Bigby greeted. "I'm waiting for Soos."

Mabel's face popped out of her sweater. "What's with the luggage?"

Bigby rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, right. Lately I've been thinking of home, and I've been, uh, worried."

"Worried about what?" Mabel wanted to know.

"I...I don't know. It's just that I'm the sheriff, you know? Kinda hard to not think about it. So, I researched into this spell that I could use to check up on things," he stated, as he showed the kids an ancient looking brown book. "Turns out, the ingredients are scattered throughout Oregon."

"So, you're going on a road trip?" Dipper asked.

"Yep," Bigby confirmed, taking a drag of his smoke.

"Wait, why are you bringing Soos?" Mabel asked. "I mean, I figured you would want to do this yourself."

"I would, but, uh..."

"What?" Mabel asked.

"I, uh...don't...mmhmmdrivemmhmm" Bigby quietly mumbled.

"What?" Dipper asked, leaning in a bit closer.

"I...don't know how to drive..." the fable admitted.

The two twins shared a quiet look at each other, before laughing loudly. Bigby rolled his eyes, annoyed. "It's not a big deal..."

Mabel was laughing hysterically. "Why don't you know how to drive?" She asked, slightly calming down.

"I'm a wolf, and I live close to New York. Whenever I needed a car, I called a cab. Simple."

"Did you ever try and get a license?" Dipper inquired.

"Once...I uh, crashed the car into a pancake house. So I need Soos to drive me around. He wanted a vacation apparently, and wanted to hang out with me. So win-win...for him..." Bigby grumbled, still smoking.

As if on cue, a red pickup truck pulls up to the shack, parking right in front of the three. Soos jumped out of the driver's seat, with his usual smile on his face.

"Dude, I'm so excited!" He exclaimed, pulling Bigby into a huge bear hug, making Bigby squirm painfully. "This is gonna be so fun!"

"Soos...crushing me..." He was able to squeak out, making Soos drop him.

"Heh, sorry Biggs. I've been told I have the hug of a gorilla."

Bigby took a deep breath, as he crushed his cigarette under his foot. "The brain of one too..." Bigby muttered, already frustrated at his predicament.

Soos picked up Bigby's suitcases, and threw them in the bed of his truck. "I got like, 15 bags of beef jerky, 10 bags of chips, 9 liters of soda, and at least 7 bags of candy."

"So, only the healthy things, right?" Bigby joked. "I don't suppose you got an apple in there too, huh?"

Soos thought for a moment, before searching in the front of his truck. After a moment, he pulled out a fresh, crisp, red apple, and threw it to Bigby.

The fable caught it, staring with a cocked eyebrow at the fruit. He then looked at Soos.

Soos looked back at him.

Bigby looked back at him.

Soos looked back at him.

"You're alright," Bigby stated, before taking a bite of the apple. The two then made their way inside the truck, before pulling away.

"Bye Bigby, bye Soos!" Mabel called after them, as she and her brother waved them goodbye.

The two in the truck waved back, before driving out of the Twins' sight.

Dipper's hand then fell back to his side. "Well, that was a good five minutes. Now what?"

"Wanna draw a mustache on Waddles and see how many people think he's a person?" Mabel suggested.

Dipper paused. "No."

Mabel shrugged. "Then how about we go into town and see if there's something to do?"

Dipper thought for a second, before nodding. The two started making their way into town, hopeful to find something to do.

"Is it cause she's blonde?"

"No."

Dipper and Mabel have been walking around town for a while, not really finding a lot of people to talk to, or a lot of things to do. Mabel had been bugging her brother about various subjects, the latest of which is why he's hanging around Pacifica Northwest.

"Is it cause she's rich."

"Definitely not."

"Does she smell nice?"

"No! Well, yes, but-"

"Aha! Got you!"

Dipper groaned, realizing how pointless it was to argue with Mabel. The two looked around the town, noticing how quiet everything was.

"Where is everyone?" Dipper asked aloud, making Mabel look around as well.

"Yeah, it is kind of quiet. You know, quieter than usual."

"Maybe there's something going on?" Dipper thought, as Mabel suddenly squealed, making him turn around.

She was staring at a poster on the wall, an excited look on her face. "Bro, look!"

Dipper walked up to her, before reading the contents on the poster. His face fell. "Oh no..." he muttered.

It was a poster for a circus, with the painted up faces of clowns prominent on the paper.

"Dipper! It's in town all this week! Oh, we gotta go!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Mabel, no..."

"Come on, Dipping Sauce!" Mabel pleaded. "You're not still scared of clowns, are you?"

Dipper's heart sank. "I'm not scared of clowns. They just...make me uncomfortable."

"Come on, pleeeeeeease!" Mabel whined. "There's nothing else to dooooooo."

Dipper gave a displeased sigh. "Fine, we'll go. But only because you're annoying the heck out of me."

"Is there any other way?" Mabel teased, as she happily skipped towards where the circus was suppose to take place.

Dipper tried to swallow the slight fear he was feeling, as he followed his sister. He had a bad feeling about this.