Morning, Fellow Fallers, SP back, this time with even more Gravity Falls!
Sorry if I add more characters in than the description says. This website has a fixed amount of characters you can have in the description, so don't worry if I add several more characters into this story pretty soon.
Dipper's P.O.V.
The first thing Mabel and I saw when we entered the Mystery Shack was our grandfather, Stanley Pines, the notorious Author of the Journals with six fingers on each hand. He pulled us into a hug.
"How're my favorite grandchildren?" he asked.
"We're your only grandchildren," I pointed out as Stanley put us down.
Stanley laughed. "If you insist. How're my only grandchildren?"
"We're great!" Mabel said enthusiastically. "We're older, and smarter, and taller-"
"Hold on a second," Grunkle Stan said, a mischievous smile on his face. "Let me get the measuring tape." He carefully drew out the yellow tape, and Mabel and I stood back-to-back in front of it. Grunkle Stan regarded our heights for a second before beggining to laugh.
"What's so funny, Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked.
"Yeah, what is so funny?" Stanley asked.
Grunkle Stan couldn't speak, he was laughing so hard. Then, chortling, he said, "Mabel, sweetie, do you know that Dipper's taller than you?"
"Whaaat?" Mabel cried. "Nooo, that can't be! I was taller than him last summer!" I smirked at my sister, enjoying the new sense of power I'd just gotten
"Well, no offense, but he's obviously grown a little more than you 'ave in the past year, he bein' a maturin' boy," a new voice said. It was soft, with a definite accent, and feminine. I turned to look at the source of the voice, as did Mabel.
The speaker was a girl, no older than my sister and I. She was slightly stocky, with sharp blue eyes, slightly tanned skin, and neck-length brown hair that was slightly curly. She had an gray ivy cap on, along with a knee-length dark gray wool trenchcoat.
"Right," she said. "I'm guessing that you're the Pines twins Junior was telling me about a few minutes ago?"
Mabel and I nodded mutely. Then Mabel said, in typical Mabel fashion, "What's in the trenchcoat?"
The girl unbuttoned the 'coat and looked inside. "A lumberjack axe, a ball-peen hammer, three modern watches, a banana, and…" She reached into her outer pockets. "A golden pocket-watch. Oh, and a screwdriver." Her brow furrowed. "How'd that get in there?"
"Why do you have a banana?" I asked.
"Parties," the girl replied. "Always bring a banana to a party. And bananas are a good source of potassium." She scratched her head, brow still furrowed. "And they're smelly."
"Cool!" Mabel squawked happily. "I want a banana now!"
Grunkle Stan, Stanley, and I all held a hand to our foreheads and groaned.
So, that was my second chapter in this story. And yes, that part in the end was indeed a Doctor Who reference. In case you don't know what Doctor Who is (which is highly unlikely, but possible), get on Netflix and look up the Ninth and Tenth Doctor. They'll give you the reference point.
SP away! (Leaps away, right into a newspaper stand, which collapses on me) I'm okay! Don't worry. Much. I like reading the newspaper.