Author's notes will primarily be at the bottom.
gamelover41592: Yeah, I also agree it's an awesome fanfic so thanks. The problem is the 'update soon' bit because I'm such a procrastinator (also IRL stuff but mostly procrastinating) :P
Thunderstrike16: Yeah, I didn't want to copy you or TvFan2244 so I went with something different. Of course, I do plan on having the other nine sisters meet Dipper and Mabel in some episodes, although they won't be a main part of the storyline. Also, speaking of those sisters, one of them may or may not work against the core four of the story in a later chapter.
19: While your headhunters idea won't happen, one of your ideas have already been added/confirmed to be in. But which one? HAHAHAHAHA You have to find then!
I don't own Loud House, Gravity Falls, Wax Stan's head and a fidget spinner.
A few days had passed since the Gobblewonker incident, and surprisingly, things had been relatively smooth for the short run. Recently, the kids hadn't encountered any supernatural creatures or objects and it was something that calmed everyone's minds. Of course, as a result, everyone's schedules went back to usual for the most part.
Today started out on a Saturday, almost similarly like any other normal start of a weekend. It was late morning, and Lincoln and Lynn were riding their bicycles to the Mystery Shack to hang out with their friends Dipper and Mabel. Because it was the weekend, the four kids, including Lincoln and Lynn, were allowed to take the preceding two days off, but they still decided to visit them because they enjoyed the company of Dipper and Mabel, who were both near their age and were not related to them at all.
The two siblings finally made it to the Mystery Shack where they parked their bicycles. They walked up the front porch, making their way towards the wooden front door. Lincoln knocked on the door, before patiently waiting for someone to answer. For a few seconds, Lincoln and Lynn could hear footsteps coming closer before the door opened inwards. In front of them stood Mabel, wearing a turquoise sweater with a strawberry design on the front of it.
"Hi Lincoln! Hi Lynn!" Mabel greeted the two enthusiastically.
"Hey Mabel," Lincoln replied back, "How are you?"
"Now that you mention it, I'm not good," Mabel said, frowning a bit before immediately reverting back to her cheerful state, "I'm amazing!"
Lynn laughed a little, "It's great to see you again."
"So where's your brother?" Lincoln asked.
"Oh," Mabel sighed, looking over her shoulder, "He's just busy watching television."
Mabel smiled and swung the door wide open, signalling the two to come in, "We got leftover waffles in the kitchen if you're both hungry!"
Lincoln and Lynn stepped inside the Shack and entered the living room where they saw Dipper sitting down on the ground with his legs open and a bucket of popcorn situated on the right side of him. They eventually got themselves comfy, and after only a few minutes, the four kids were in the living room together, hanging out in the room and watching Saturday morning cartoons on the television. However, as time passed by, Lincoln was having a tough time watching and enjoying a particular program.
"So it's about a duck that solves crimes in London?" asked Lincoln, who was lying down on his front side next to Dipper, watching that show he heard the Pines twins often reference during their conversations, "It sounds so boring! You guys seriously prefer Duck-tective over ARGGH!?"
"Well duh!" Lynn instantly answered with a brief comment. She kept doing her pushups next to Mabel, noting the dialogue to the previous show that aired before, "It's just so cheesy. I can't watch two minutes of it without cringing."
"Also, the effects are clearly fake," Dipper added on, "It was so obvious that the ghost haunting the bakery was CGI."
Dipper grabbed some popcorn from the half-empty bowl before passing the bowl over to Lincoln.
"But the show is all about supernatural things!" Lincoln tried to defend himself, appalled at everyone insulting his favourite show, "It's just like the journal! C'mon Mabel, back me up here!"
"Sorry Linky," Mabel shrugged, agreeing with everyone else. A teasing grin also formed on her face, as she discovered a new nickname to call him. The boy in particular shuddered at the mention of said nickname, "But Ducktective is a far better show than Ahhhhh! The duck is so smart!"
Mabel went back to knitting her new sweater while Lynn kept repeating her pushups. However, Dipper and Lincoln were eating from a bowl of popcorn, one paying close attention to the television screen.
"I'm afraid your services won't be required here, sir. My men have examined the evidence, and this is obviously an accident," a policeman on the TV screen said, talking towards the titular duck who was investigating the crime scene.
Duck-tective began quacking, subtitles showing up at the bottom of the screen, "Accident, constable? Or is it… murder!?"
"What?!" exclaimed the constable before the television transitioned into a commercial break.
As the episode came to a close, Mabel let out a burst of excitement through a sudden gasp that echoed shortly across the room, "That duck is a genius!"
Lincoln rolled his eyes at Mabel, unamused by her antics, "It's a freaking duck! All it did for the last twenty minutes was follow a person around and quack!"
"I'd say that you're taking this way too seriously Lincoln," Dipper commented, as he grabbed another handful of popcorn, "It's just a cartoon."
Lincoln crossed his arms and complained; "Even I can do better than that stupid duck though," his voice was filled with annoyance.
Mabel stopped knitting and put her unfinished sweater beside and looked at Lincoln straight into his eyes in disbelief.
"Are you saying that you could outwit Duck-tective?" Mabel challenged.
"Of course I can and for two reasons," Lincoln explained, "Firstly, he's a duck. Obviously of course. Secondly, I've been able to solve mysteries back where I live."
"You wanna turn this in a bet?" Mabel offered, waving the white-haired boy a ten dollar bill. Lincoln had his hands on his hips, feeling like he was being taunted. Everyone knew what was going to happen next.
"You're on!" Lincoln accepted briskly. They stared into each other's eyes, determination seeping through the both of them, before the moment was broken by footsteps across from the living room doorway. The kids quickly stopped what they were doing as Soos started running in with a broom!
"Hey, dudes! You'll never guess what I found!" Soos said excitedly across. He walked into the living room and grabbed the last bits of popcorn from the bowl. As he chewed, Soos listened in on the guesses that each of the four kids was trying to make.
"Buried treasure?" Dipper exclaimed.
"A signed baseball bat from Babe Ruth?" Lynn asked.
"Something actually worth my time?" Lincoln deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
"Buried treasure?"
"I just said that Mabel," Dipper groaned.
Everyone left the room and followed Soos through a dusty hallway until they reached a rusted door at the end.
"So I was cleaning up when I found this secret door, hidden behind this wallpaper. It's crazy bonkers creepy!" Soos said as he opened the door, creaking ominously in the process.
The insides of the room were darkened, only being dimly brightened by a small window near the end, illuminating the daylight outside. With curiosity, Dipper turned on a flashlight, and the kids peered inside where they saw sinister-looking wax figures that filled the whole room.
"What is this place?" Lynn asked, shivering in discomfort, "They're creeping me out a little."
"Hey guys! It's a secret wax museum!" Dipper exclaimed as he walked around the room with his flashlight, shining the light around on different statues amongst the darkness of the room. Lincoln closely followed him, recognising a few of the sculptures such as Robin Hood, Sherlock Holmes and Genghis Khan. Admittedly, the wax figures made him a little bit uncomfortable, but he couldn't figure out why. Dipper continued examining the figures until he felt a finger tap him on the shoulder, causing him to jump a little and let out a small scream. He speedily turned around, shining his light.
"Dipper, it's just me," Lynn chuckled, the light shining on her. Dipper groaned in response.
"Mabel, are you oka-" Lincoln turned his head towards the source of the sound, "Oh wait, it's just Dipper."
"Ha ha."
"Wow! You gotta feel them guys!" Mabel giggled, rubbing her hand on a sculpture of Nicholas Cage, "They're so life-like!"
"Except for that one," Lynn pointed towards a particularly creepy one, poking her finger at it.
"Hey!" The creepy statue greeted, twitching at the touch of her finger. Unfortunately, it had an unintended effect of making the kids scream. The 'statue' snickered in response, "It's just me, Grunkle Stan!"
Instead of relieving the kids from fear and panic, they screamed harder to a confused Stan Pines. They tried to back out and run, but they all tripped over each other, much to their dismay.
*Cue Gravity Falls Theme Song*
It took a while for Stan to calm everyone down from the initial terror, and the four soon returned back to their senses to hear what their Grunkle Stan had to say.
"Behold the Gravity Falls Wax Museum! It was one of our most popular attractions... before I forgot all about it."
"Did it not make enough money for you as always?" Dipper cynically questioned. Stan paused for a second and gave him a stern look.
"I'll just pretend I didn't hear that," Stan answered, before resuming, pointing at the statues, "I used to have them all! Genghis Khan, Sherlock Holmes, some kind of, um, goblin man thing?"
Lincoln gazed at the wax figures in admiration, impressed with the detail that was present on the outsides, "It's really impressive Mr Pines. It must've taken a long time to make."
"Yeah," Stan mumbled, slightly changing the subject quickly, "I also have one of my personal favourites: Wax Abraham Lincoln!"
"My favourite president!" the white-haired boy exclaimed.
Stan turned around with excitement only to see a melted Lincoln on the floor, as a wax puddle. Right above it, the only window in the room was shining directly above it.
"Oh! Oh no! Who left the blinds open? I'm looking in your direction John Wilkes Booth! Now what will I do without Lincoln?"
"I don't know, create another one," Lynn suggested.
Stan brushed that idea off quickly, "I don't have the time for that. I'm too busy running the Mystery Shack as it is!"
"Cheer up, Grunkle Stan. Where's that smile?" Mabel asked him.
"Ugh," he muttered.
"We can just make you a new Lincoln for you Grunkle Stan!" Mabel suggested as she grinned with captivating eyes, "You don't need to worry no more, right Lincoln?"
Lincoln Loud paused for a moment.
"I am so confused with which Lincoln you're referring to," Lincoln admitted to Mabel, "Why not we just create a brand new wax figure instead."
Mabel's eyes sparked, "That's a fantastic idea!"
"Do you really think you can make a better wax figure than Lincoln?" Stan asked with doubt.
"Yes and yes!" Mabel assured, answering both of those questions, "Grunkle Stan, I'm an arts and crafts master! Why do you think I have a glue gun stuck to my arm?"
"I thought that was an accident," Lincoln recalled.
"It was," Mabel replied. She revealed the sweater sleeve to everyone, showing the glue gun and other different crafts items amongst a stain of dried glue. She grunted, trying to shake it off. Giving up, she scooped up some of the melted wax with her hands "I can use this old wax to create something amazing! And Lincoln is going to help me!"
"I am?"
Dipper walked in the room, drinking a soda pop, towards Mabel and Lincoln who were in the middle of planning on the type of wax sculpture they were going to make.
"Dipper!" Mabel shouted loudly, unintentionally surprising him and making him choke on his soda.
"What do you think of our-" she started.
"'your'," Lincoln corrected.
"-idea of the wax figure?" Mabel showed her brother a drawing that she sketched on her sketchbook. Dipper took a quick glimpse of it, which looked like some weird pony-princess hybrid.
"She's a fairy princess, and part horse fairy princess!" she indicated.
"I personally wanted to do Hunter Spector, but Mabel didn't even know who he even is," Lincoln sighed in disappointment.
"Even I don't know who that is," Dipper remarked.
"He's the leader of ARGGH!" Lincoln exclaimed, "That show we watched a few hours ago!"
To be fair, Dipper thought both of their ideas were terrible. However, he was hesitant to pick one idea over the other, and he didn't want to pick sides right now.
"M... maybe you should carve something from real life?" Dipper suggested.
"Like Abraham Lincoln?"
"Nah, we don't need another Lincoln," Lynn joined the conversation, "For example, another famous sports star like Usain Bolt."
"Yeah, but you're all thinking it wrong. I was thinking of someone that we know personally."
"I know! Like Lincoln?" Mabel nudged Lincoln, the boy in question lightly smiling in response.
Lynn butted in, "Like I said earlier..."
Before Lynn could say any more, Stan walked into room, wearing nothing but his loose-fitting boxers that reached just above his knees. Just the sight of the man made Lynn forget what she was going to say at Mabel.
"Kids, have you seen my pants?" he asked, almost posing on top of a suitcase in a search for his pants.
Mabel let out a throttled gasp, her eyes opening and sparkling. While the other three only saw a man stepping onto a suitcase, Mabel saw much, MUCH more. The lighting was perfect, the daylight from the window enhancing his facial structure, his shadow falling behind him dramatically.
"Oh, Muse. You work in mysterious ways."
"They do?" Lincoln asked, seeing Mabel look up in a trance.
"Why is your sister talking to the ceiling?" Grunkle Stan asked Dipper.
Over the next few days, Mabel (and with a little convincing from Lincoln) decided right away to start working on her wax sculpture. The two of them worked on the sculpture themselves day after day, carefully using the wax to mend, bend, sculpt and place appropriately. However soon enough, at a particularly early morning a few days later, they were finally done with sculpting the wax figure. Dipper, Lynn and Soos walked into the room to see the sculpture for themselves as Mabel called them in.
"Oh you're here!" Mabel smiled. She unravelled the wax figure, its beauty shining in Dipper's eyes, "So, what do you think?"
Dipper's eyes twitched a little, thinking of an appropriate response to the wax replica of their Grunkle Stan.
"Is it missing something?" Mabel asked, noticing Dipper's reaction.
"Yeah," responded Lynn in an unsure manner.
"You're right! It needs more glitter!"
"Agreed," Soos nodded, handing her a bucket filled with glitter that she proceeded to throw onto the statue.
"Now it's perfect!" Mabel said quite proudly.
"It just looks more sparkly and shiny," Lincoln commented, staring at the 'improved' wax figure.
"Exactly!" Mabel's hand patted Lincoln's shoulder, "You're right! Just the way we wanted it to be!"
"You mean just you?"
"Don't lie Linky," Mabel winked, "I know you're impressed."
The grand re-opening of the forgotten wax museum took place two days later. Near the front porch of the Mystery Shack was a relatively large stage with a podium. In the middle was Mabel's and Lincoln's latest wax creation, hidden underneath a thick purple cloth. Most of the other wax figures were set up outside the shack, with a few foldable chairs set up near the front, all aligned in different rows.
While Soos was guiding the incoming cars with gigantic corndogs, Mabel, Lincoln and Stan were standing backstage watching the crowd gradually grow larger. Meanwhile, Dipper, Lynn and Wendy were at the ticket booth, collecting money from the attending customers.
"I can't believe this many people showed up," Dipper remarked as he took some person's money.
"I know right," Wendy agreed, taking the next person's cash, "Your uncle probably bribed them or something."
"He bribed me," Lynn smirked, waving a hundred dollar bill in front of Dipper and Wendy.
"Hey Lynn, can I get free admission?"
Lynn looked over the counter and saw one of her sisters leaning on the counter with a cheeky smile. The sporty athlete simply frowned.
"Which one of Lincoln's sisters are you again?" Dipper queried, leaning back into his chair.
"Your shirt is quite cool though," Wendy complimented, taking note of the plain purple t-shirt with a white skull printed in the middle of it.
"Thanks, your... hat is cool as well," she complimented back in return, in a British accent.
"Luna, what are you doing here?" Lynn got straight to the questions, "Where is everyone else?"
"They're already inside."
"What already? How come I never noticed?" Lynn gasped in horror.
Wendy shrugged, "You were probably on your toilet break then."
"So, can I get in free? I forgot to bring money," Luna pleaded.
"I don't know sis-" Lynn was uncertain, but Wendy interrupted her.
"Sure, right this way!" Wendy winked, quietly sneaking the 15-year-old rocker teen into the attraction.
"I owe you one Lynn!" Luna shouted out as she disappeared into the crowd.
A few hours later, a good portion of the town was at the grand re-opening of the wax museum. Satisfied with the turnout, Grunkle Stan walked up to the podium and tested the microphone, before he started his introduction.
"You all know me, folks!" Stan introduced, a confident grin showing on his face, "The Mr Mystery man!"
The crowd awkwardly remained silent, but Stan seemingly was oblivious to that fact.
"Please, ladies, control yourselves!"
Still more silence other than the sounds of a couple of flies buzzing around. Stan rolled his eyes and continued.
"As you know, I always bring the people of this fair town, novelties and befuddlements, the likes of which the world, has never known. But enough about me..."
Using hand gestures, Stan beckoned Mabel and Lincoln on the stage, letting them walk onto the main stage until they stood next to the cloaked wax figure.
"Now behold, me!" Stan exclaimed, dramatically pulling the sheet away to reveal his wax doppelganger. Nearby, offstage, Soos hit one of the keys on a keyboard, playing a celebratory sound then repeating a sound effect of a guy saying 'Yeah' several times for good measure. A few people clapped politely, but it was evident that the crowd wasn't impressed at all.
"And now a word from our own, Mabel-angelo and Lincoln-ardo Da Vinci!" Stan announced, handing off the microphone to the two kids.
Mabel smiled at her Grunkle, eager to start the show, "It's Mabel!"
"And Lincoln!"
"Thank you for coming everyone! We made this sculpture with our own bare hands!" Mabel exclaimed.
Lincoln opened his mouth to explain, "We basically just covered it in wax and added-"
"Our blood, sweat, tears, and determination!" Mabel interrupted Lincoln's statement.
Lincoln sighed as the audience groaned in disgust. Mabel laughed at the response.
"Yeah! I will now take questions! You there!" she pointed to the old man raising his hand up.
"Old Man McGucket, local kook."
"Hey, I remember you," Lincoln exclaimed, "You were the person that tried to chase us with a mechanical monster thing."
"That was just business. Listen, are the wax figures alive? And, follow-up question, can I survive the wax man uprising?"
Lincoln looked at Mabel, giving the 'he's crazy' look to her before replying bewilderedly, "Uh... no?"
"But if they were alive, you definitively and absolutely will survive!" added Mabel, her eyes beaming with energy, "Next question!"
The two kids swiftly moved on to a teenage girl with blonde hair and a seafoam green frilled dress who raised her hand optimistically. Lincoln instantly recognised her as one of his sisters.
"Yes, Leni?"
"Hi Lincoln! Where did you get that outfit for that man in the front?"
Lincoln facepalmed at that question, "Leni, it's literally made out of wax. He's a wax figure."
Before his sister could ask another question, Mabel moved on along with the questions, picking a local journalist to ask his question.
"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper." He introduced, "Do you really think this constitutes as a wonder of the world?"
Lincoln took a few steps back and leant towards Mabel's ear, "Since when did we mention that?"
"It was all Grunkle Stan's idea!" Mabel whispered back before turning back to the crowd. She was about to answer his question when another voice beat her to it. Grunkle Stan walked up onto the stage and glared at Toby.
"Your microphone's a turkey baster, Toby. Next question."
"Shandra Jimenez, a real reporter," a woman in the third row said, holding up a flyer for the re-opening while looking at Toby with some heat, "Your flyers promised free pizza with admission to this event. Is this true?"
Being reminded of that condition, the crowd started getting angry, standing up and moving closer towards the stage.
"That was a typo. Good night everyone!" Grunkle Stan quickly corrected, triggering a smoke bomb and running away from the stage to protect the cash box on the counter. Almost instantly, within seconds, most of the crowd had dispersed away from the shack, one of them furiously tossing their chairs in annoyance.
Lincoln and Mabel walked back to Dipper, Lynn, and Mabel where they were counting their profits. Mabel calmly leant on the table, "That went well."
Her twin brother (and pretty much everyone else) gave her a dumbfounded look.
"No it didn't," he stated.
Night time soon fell onto Gravity Falls and a very enthusiastic con-man was gleefully counting his earnings.
"Hot pumpkin pie! Look at all of this cash! And I owe it all to one person: This guy!" Stan exclaimed, pointing at the statue of himself, which everyone dubbed as 'Wax Stan'. Dipper rolled his eyes, not even bothering to glance at the wax sculpture as he walked up to his room.
Mabel playfully punched her Grunkle in the process as well.
"Oh. Yeah, you too, ya little gremlin," said Grunkle Stan as he gave her a noogie.
"And Lincoln as well," Mabel added.
"Yeah, also him," Stan said. He let go of Mabel and smiled, "Now you and Dipper wash up. We got another long day of fleecing rubes. Go, go!"
He lightly pushed Mabel up the stairs, prompting the young girl to climb up the attic, take a shower and get changed into her pyjamas.
Those types of tasks took Mabel only fifteen minutes, and she was quickly lying down in her bed, observing her brother Dipper reading the journal... again.
"Dipdip, aren't you gonna go to sleep?"
"I'll sleep later," Dipper pushed it aside, "I'm trying to find anything about these wax figures. There is no way that those wax people are anyway normal."
Mabel chuckled, "You and your crazy conspiracy theories. Well I'm off to dreamland! Night bro!"
She fell asleep almost a minute later.
XxXxXxXxXxXx
"You're fired! The both of you!"
The twins were awoken by a rude awakening by Stan yelling. With their pyjamas still on, they run downstairs where they see an angry Grunkle Stan pointing fingers at Lincoln and Lynn. Next to them was the wax figure of Stan but with its head missing.
"Grunkle Stan, why are you yelling in the morning?" Mabel complained, rubbing her eyes to wake herself up, "I was in an amazing dream where I was riding a unicorn!"
"Sorry Mabel but you can't trust those two anymore! They stole my Wax me's head!" Stan grumbled, pointing at the headless wax statue in the middle of the room, "There is absolutely no doubt that those two kids did this horrible crime."
"Why would I want to steal something that I created?" Lincoln asked, trying to reason why him.
"And we just got here," Lynn added on, "It just doesn't make sense. Besides, aren't you always bragging about stealing objects?"
"That's different!" Stan retorted, "Now off with you."
Just as the two Loud kids were about to leave, Dipper spoke up.
"They would never do something like that!" he defended, watching Lincoln and Lynn stop in their tracks, "What makes you so sure?"
"I woke up to use the john when I heard the doorbell but then as I was walking... blammo! He's headless!"
"That's when we arrived," Lynn continued the story, "We went inside, and that's when he started accusing us!"
"The both of you obviously snuck in when you saw me leave the area. I mean, who else would do something like this?" Grunkle Stan asked Dipper.
"I can think of the few," Dipper commented, barely audible for anyone to hear.
"Look, I'd love to believe you but let's face the facts," Stan said. He pointed his index finger at Lincoln and Lynn again, "He did it, she did it, case closed."
"You can't do this to them!" Mabel protested angrily.
"Yeah, I can't lose this job!" Lynn complained, "I'm saving up for some brand new soccer shoes!"
"I hardly pay you anything," Stan deadpanned, "Now, the door's that way. Thank you for coming and never come back!"
"You're kidding right?" Dipper said, "There must be evidence, motives, alibis! You know, literally anything! I bet I can find out who the true culprit is!"
"Dipper's really great at detective work," Mabel chipped in, "He figured out who was eating our tin cans!"
Dipper narrowed his eyes, "All signs pointed to the goat."
"Yeah, Dipper's pretty smart," Lincoln complimented, "Just don't fire us! Please?"
Grunkle Stan placed his hand on his chin, contemplating the scenario that Dipper had put upon him, "Fine! I'll give all of you twenty-four hours to 'solve' this case, even though it's irrefutable that they did it. If you don't find anyone else guilty enough, I'll fire both of them."
The old man reached out his right hand to Dipper.
"Challenge accepted," Dipper responded confidently with a smirk. He returned the handshake and tried to firmly shake it only to injure him in the process, "Ow, too rough!"
Dipper rubbed his arm in pain for a second before glancing at the three other kids, "Let's go team! We're going to find the real culprit and get back that head! Who's with me?"
Dipper extended a hand towards them. Encouraged, Lincoln, Lynn, and Mabel put their hands on top of each other, "Go Mystery Gang!"
"MYSTERY GANG!" they shouted almost in union, Dipper ruining it with a small but high-pitched sneeze.
"Aw, you sneeze like a kitten," Mabel teased. Her brother frowned.
A few minutes have passed, and the four kids were still in the living room, but it was decorated like a crime scene with makeshift toilet paper reading the words 'DO NOT CROSS' in a red marker. In the middle of the scene, was the wax body of Stan. Off to the side, was a makeshift whiteboard with a couple of markings already written on it, all relating to the current case the kids were investigating.
"Wax Stan has lost his head and it's up to us to find it," Dipper started, observing the wax body.
"It was probably someone at the reopening who felt cheated by Stan and lost their temper," Lincoln theorised.
"So basically everyone really," Lynn deadpanned, "Thanks Captain Obvious."
Dipper walked around the body, carefully examining it, "In this town, anything is possible. Ghosts, zombies, it could be months before we find our first clue."
"Hey, look! A clue!" Mabel gasped, pointing at the footprints in the carpet.
"Footprints in the shag carpet!" Dipper exclaimed.
"Weird," Lynn said, taking a closer look, "They've got a big hole in them!"
The two boys followed the prints, "And they're leading to... an axe?"
"The murder weapon!"
"It would be murder if it were even alive in the first place," Lynn reminded Mabel.
"But still, we can still use this to narrow our suspects," said Lincoln. He looked at the group, "Does anyone have any possible leads?"
"Easy," Lynn was the first to speak, "It was Luna."
"Of cour- wait what?" Lincoln grew confused.
"Here me out, last night, I didn't even hear her in the next room when I was about to fall asleep," Lynn explained, "Her motive is that she was jealous that I wasn't spending time with her."
"You two hardly spend time with each other in the first place," Lincoln debunked, "Also, Luna shares a room with three of our other sisters. All older than us. I think you're losing it."
"Seriously though..."
"Wait a minute," Mabel blurted out in excitement, "The Lumberjack!"
"That was exactly what I was thinking of," Lincoln complimented, "He would be the most likely to use an axe as a weapon."
"And he was furious when he didn't get that free pizza!" Dipper explained his motive.
"Furious enough, for murder!"
Lynn groaned, "It's not murder if i-"
"Just roll with it Lynn," Lincoln interrupted.
"You must mean Manly Dan," Soos said, who had just walked into the living room, "If you want to find him, he hangs out at this crazy intense biker joint downtown."
"Then that's where we're going!" Dipper said.
"But what about my suspect?" Lynn reminded everyone, "I mean maybe Luna might not have done it, but the others have the motive of wanting us fired from our job."
"And why would they want to do that?" Lincoln crossed his arms.
"I don't know, why don't you ask them?" Lynn countered, "Plus it's not that hard to use an axe. I've seen Lori and Luna chop firewood when we went camping, remember?"
"Fine, I'll check on them with you," Lincoln grumbled.
"Not with me," Lynn evilly smirked, nudging at Mabel, "You're going with Mabel."
"What?"
"I've got to check out that lumberjack guy," Lynn commented, "C'mon Dipper, I've got fake I.D. cards for the both of us."
"How did you exactly..." Dipper drifted off.
"Trust me; you wouldn't want to know the answer to that question," Lynn said as she dragged Dipper towards a golf-cart and drove off, leaving Lincoln and Mabel of their own accord.
"So... where exactly do you live?"
With a brown backpack equipped on Dipper's back and Lynn's fake IDs for the both of them, they arrived at the Skull Fracture, a local bar in a rough-looking street, overlooking past downtown. The two of them hid behind a nearby dumpster, spying and thinking of a plan to get inside.
"This looks like the place," Dipper whispered to Lynn behind a nearby dumpster, "Got the fake IDs?"
Lynn gave Dipper his own card. He looked at his photo and saw a stock picture of an adult man with brown hair, which looked nothing like him, "There is no way he's going to buy this."
"Trust me, they will," Lynn winked. She got up and walked from the dumpster to the bar where a big, tall bouncer was standing, guarding and blocking the only visible entrance. The bouncer noticed the two of them walk over and glared at them.
"We're here to interrogate Manly Dan the lumber jack for the murder of Wax Stan," Lynn claimed confidently, flashing out her card as well as Dipper's.
The bouncer shrugged, "Works for me," sidestepping away from the entrance, allowing the two to walk inside.
The interior of the bar was dimly lit and smelled of alcohol with a hint of sweat lingering in the air. Like any other ordinary bar, it was almost as decorated as an empty house, with the structure of the building to being spaced out, if it weren't for the array of patrons drinking, with little furnishing to the sides. From the near right of the room, were several stools lined up against a long bar counter table. Also, there were many people, exclusively men with muscular builds hanging out in the vicinity of the area. From Dipper's observation, it was rowdy, with fights regularly starting and ending, not a place that a boy like him would ever go at his age. Regardless, work had to be done.
A few seconds into the bar, Dipper formulated a plan for both him and Lynn, "Okay Lynn, try to blend in with the locals around the area and see if anything pops up. I see Manly Dan over there, so I'll talk to him. Is that clear?"
"I sorta wanted to talk to Manly Dan but it's your call Dipper," Lynn's smile dropped a little but she still split up with Dipper to cover more ground.
Dipper turned away and made his way over to the lumberjack who was playing an arm-wrestling arcade game on the wall.
"Manly Dan, just the guy I wanted to see," Dipper said, approaching him, "Where were you last night?"
"Punchin' the clock."
"You were at work?" Dipper tried to clarify.
"No, I was punchin' that clock!" Manly Dan replied back, pointing to a broken clock outside.
Dipper followed his finger and looked at the time on the clock, "10 o'clock, huh? That's interesting."
The boy pulled out the axe out of his backpack, "So, I guess you've never seen this before?"
"Listen little girl!" Dan began, looking straight into the preteen's eyes to intimidate him.
"Hey, actually I'm a- " Dipper interjected, only for the lumberjack to cut him off mid-sentence.
"I wouldn't pick my teeth with that axe!" he shouted, "It's left handed! I only use my right hand, the MANLY HAND!"
He ripped off the game machine's arm as he finished his statement, smashing the machine with it.
"Well, sorry for wasting your time," Dipper backed away slowly, accidentally bumping into Lynn.
"So did you find anything Dipper?" Lynn asked, drinking some clear golden liquid from a glass.
"Are you drinking?"
Lynn looked at the half-full glass for a second with confusion, before laughing, "That's just apple juice. My parents would kill me if I actually drunk anything alcoholic."
"Right," Dipper began to move on to the explanation, "So far, Manly Dan's alibi seems to check out and the axe is left-handed. How about you?"
Lynn smirked at this, "Get this! Last night, there was a big brawl outside the Skull Fracture because of a misunderstanding. Everyone here is mostly unscratched but they did mention how Manly Dan was the real hero of the day or something."
"So basically," Lynn is finished, "Manly Dan is clean."
"Yikes!" Dipper cursed himself, "But we do know now that our murderer was left-handed. So, we have a whole array of suspects!"
Lynn rolled her eyes as Dipper got more excited, "C'mon, let's find that murderer!"
"Mabel, this is the place," Lincoln stated, stopping just metres away from the house. He got out his own clipboard filled with notes and began to prepare for the investigation.
"Wow, it's so big!" Mabel gasped in amazement, "It's like you live in a mansion!"
"It's more of a cabin really. Besides, our house over at Royal Woods is bigger," the eleven-year-old boy casually mentioned before looking at Mabel sternly, "Okay, before we go in, I have to remind you that I have nine other sisters and... they're usually a bit crazy whenever I bring over a girl."
"Don't worry about it," Mabel shrugged it off with a laugh, "I'm sure I can handle anything right now."
"I hope so," Lincoln replied while he knocked on the front door, waiting for someone to answer it, "Just try and act cool."
A few seconds had passed before the front door opened from the inside, revealing all of his sisters minus Lynn gleefully looking at the two.
"Um, hi?" Mabel greeted sheepishly, before looking directly at Lincoln, "They're staring at me."
"Awww, Lincoln's got a new girlfriend!" Leni blurted out in front of everyone. This caused Lincoln to blush and Mabel to be completely shocked.
"I am so sorry about that," Lincoln quietly mumbled, just enough for Mabel to hear, "Let's just get this done and over with."
"Good idea," Mabel whispered back.
Lincoln turned back to his sisters, "Girls, can I ask you a few questions? "
"Sure Lincoln!" Lori responded first, "But you got to tell us about your new friend!"
"I mean some of you have already met her but, she is just my friend okay," Lincoln reminded them, "Nothing more."
"Whatever you say," Lola said in a mocking voice, with a knowing smirk and a wink.
"So, who is up first?" Mabel asked.
Using a premade list of people that were written down on a clipboard and a pen, Dipper and Lynn ran around town to find out if they are left handed as well as ask if there was any suspicious behaviour.
Their first stop was the local dump where they learnt a few days ago where a particular type of individual lived.
"Hey McGucket!" Lynn waved at the crazy old man sporting a white beard, "How's it going?"
As Lynn walked over to him, he waved back using his right hand, prompting Dipper to tick something off the checklist.
"Ah'm doin' great!" McGucket answered with a barely understandable accent, "What brings ya here?"
"Just here to ask a few questions," Dipper was the one to answer, getting his pen ready.
Meanwhile, at the cabin, Lincoln's oldest sister Lori was situated opposite of Lincoln and Mabel in the kitchen. The 17-year-old blonde sat down on a kitchen chair, texting somebody from her smartphone.
"Lori!" Mabel announced, "Where were you on the night on the murder?"
"I was up last night literally texting Bobby," Lori replied casually, "What's your next question?"
Lynn dropped the package next to the front door while Dipper with a fake moustache knocked on it. A few seconds later, a slightly fat guy wearing a shirt that read 'free pizza' answered, and looked at the two kids
"Can you sign this?" Dipper asked, handing a disclosure form and a pen over to him.
The guy grabbed the pen using his right hand, making Lynn cross him out as one of the suspects.
"Why do I have to sign this?"
"To make sure that you are telling the truth to us," Lincoln responded coldly, "And that anything that comes out here stays in here."
"I'm only six!" Lola complained, "And I can obviously keep secrets."
"Your history with our family says otherwise."
Lola crossed her arms, "Okay I may have blabbed some secrets and that I sometimes lie to you, but trust me, I was having my beauty sleep when your silly statue was stolen. Why would I want to take something that ugly?"
Mabel's face turned red in anger, grabbing Lincoln's pen and threatening to throw it at her.
"Think fast!" Lynn yelled as she threw a baseball at a grumpy woman, frowning.
"Wait Lynn!" Dipper protested a second too late as the ball went flying towards her.
Fortunately for him, the woman merely caught the ball with her right hand without any change of expression on her face. Almost immediately, her hand crushed the ball, turning it into an irregular shape before dropping it on the ground.
Dipper crossed out her name on the list.
And Lincoln moved on to the next person below, "Mabel, can you get Lily for me?"
"Wait really?" Mabel asked for clarification, "She's just a baby."
"Oh right," Lincoln scratched his head out of embarrassment, "Well all my sisters' stories check out, should we find Dipper and Lynn?"
"Lead the way Linky!"
Lincoln rolled his eyes at the sound of that nickname as he and Mabel left through the front door.
A man walked through his front door, seeing Dipper and Lynn with a clipboard.
"Hey can I ask you somethi-" Dipper started before he saw the man had casts on both of his arms, making it impossible for him to even carry anything as heavy as an axe.
"Sorry, never mind,"
By three 'o'clock, the four of them were back at the crime scene, gathering and sharing the information they obtained from the past few hours.
"Mabel, Lincoln, did you find anything?" Dipper asked as he stood next to a whiteboard.
"Sort of," Lincoln replied, "We interviewed each of our sisters and they all had alibis last night. I mean they do share the same room with each other. It would be hard for one for them to sneak out and come back without anyone noticing."
"Really?" Lynn questioned, "Did any of our sisters hear and spot anything suspicious last night?"
"Other than them thinking that Mabel was my girlfriend, then no."
"Wait!" Mabel gasped, "Didn't the funny one say that she heard someone get out of her room before going to sleep,"
"Yeah, that was Luna," Lincoln explained, "And she obviously just went to the kitchen to grab some water."
"Mabel has a point," Lynn started writing down facts, "Did anyone see her come back into her room?"
"No," said Lincoln nervously, "But it was because everyone was asleep. She obviously didn't want to wake anyone up?"
"Now that you think about it," Mabel was coming up with ideas, "Luna's alibi didn't make any sense."
"Obviously to hide the fact that she was the one who framed us!" Lynn sternly accused, "We got our killer!"
"Hold on," Dipper protested, "How about our own leads?"
"That's right!" Lincoln exclaimed, desperate to change the topic, "What did you guys find?"
"We figured out that the axe is for left-handed people," Dipper proudly stated, "That fact alone narrowed our suspects down to a single person."
Lynn raised an eyebrow, prompting Lincoln to respond angrily, "Before you say anything, Luna is right-handed. You happy now?"
"No."
"Would it make you happy if we talked to Luna again after we chase Dipper's actual lead?"
Lynn smirked, "Yeah, it would."
Dipper sighed in relief, seeing the two siblings come to an agreement, "Now, let's go and catch our criminal!"
Using the golf carts from the Mystery Shack, the four of them drove themselves outside to a small building marked as the 'Gravity Falls Gossiper'. By the time they got there, it was nearing sundown, the sky radiating an orange hue. They parked near the side of the road and walked up to the front.
"Are you sure it's him?" Mabel asked, a bit hesitant at accusing Dipper's suspect.
"The evidence is irrefutable!" Dipper reassured his sister, knocking on the door. They had waited for a few seconds before a journalist with glasses answered the door.
"How may I-"
"Toby Determined! We know you did it!" Dipper immediately shouted, stomping towards inside the building. The rest of them shuffled inside as well, only anxiously.
"Aaaah! What are you talking about?"
"You're the one who murde-" Dipper got a glare from Lynn as he said that.
"Sorry, I meant 'stole'," Dipper sarcastically apologised, "You stole the wax head off the wax body of Grunkle Stan!"
Toby was shocked, "Gobbling goose feathers! I don't understand."
"Then allow one of my comrades to explain," said Dipper, signalling to his three friends to come forward and explain. This backfired when none of them wanted to step forward.
"C'mon guys!" Dipper complained, "Help a fellow sleuth out!"
"Sorry, but we usually leave all the smart stuff to you Dipper!" his sister chimed in.
"Fine!"
Dipper started to walk around as he explained his theory, "You were hoping that Grunkle Stan's new attraction would be the story that saved your failing newspaper. But when the show was a flop, you decided to go out and make your own headline!"
Dipper picked up a nearby newspaper and shoved it in his face, a picture of the headless wax Stan.
"But you were sloppy, and all the clues pointed to a shabby shoed reporter who was caught red-handed! Toby Determined, you're yesterday's news!" Dipper boasted, crumpling up the newspaper.
The boy in the blue and white hat looked behind, seeing Mabel, Lincoln, and Lynn wincing and groaning at the remark, "Really dude, that's something my sister Luan would say."
"That is true," Lynn remarked.
"Yeah, it was absolutely terrible."
"Mabel! You would've said that if you had come with me!" said Dipper.
"Boy, your little knees must be sore... from jumping to conclusions!" Toby taunted as he did a little dance, "Hachacha! I had nothing to do with that murder!"
"I'm so sorry Dipper but that wordplay was better than yours," Lincoln admitted.
"That's true also,"
"Yeah, it wa-"
"Okay, I get the point guys," Dipper was close to yelling, "Toby, where were you on the night of the robbery?"
Toby shuffled a bit back, obviously hiding something from the others, "Um... you just have to trust me on this."
Lincoln was in disbelief, "Did you actually do it?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why are you acting all secretive about it?" Dipper questioned, "It's obvious you're hiding something. If you don't tell us, then we'll call up the police."
Toby hesitated for a second before hanging his head in shame, "Do you promise you won't make fun of me?"
"Yeah, I won't."
"Finally we can be alone, cardboard cutout of female news reporter Shandra Jimenez!"
The only television screen in the building was displaying security footage of last night on a VCR where Toby was making out with a piece of cardboard. It certainly didn't help decrease the amount of awkwardness when Lynn couldn't stop laughing uncontrollably.
"Lynn, stop laughing!"
"Sorry Dipper but wow," Lynn stopped for a second to take a breath before she continued laughing, "But that is never getting out of my brain!"
"Sorry about my sister," Lincoln apologised, "We now know you didn't do it."
"Yeah, but who did it then?" Mabel asked.
"Duh, we go back to Luna!" Lynn butted in, "But first... let me finish laughing."
She laughed for a full minute before they left.
It was already night time by the time they got to where the Loud siblings were staying and while they did stop over at the Shack for a quick dinner, they still wasted no time calling Luna up and interrogating her. Well, to be truthful, it was only Lynn who was questioning the rocker while the three other sleuths observed.
"I didn't do it Lynn!" Luna denied with a tonne of anger and frustration, "No matter how many times you ask me, my answer will not change!"
"Okay let's go already," Lincoln urged, "I've only got tonight to hang out with Dipper and Mabel and we're wasting it on this impossible case!"
"How about try asking a different question?" Dipper suggested.
"Good idea Dipper!" Lynn praised, "Where were you last night?"
"I was at home! I already told Lincoln and Mabel this!"
"No-one saw or heard you enter bedroom #1," Lynn accused, "Explain that."
"Everyone was asleep and it was in the middle of the night."
Lynn frowned, "Then I guess I'll have to bring out the big guns. It's also known as 'new evidence'!"
Mabel was getting suspicious, "What exactly are you implying?"
Lynn pulled out a guitar pick with an image of a skull on it, the same one that was on Luna's shirt, "I saw this a while back one of the roads when we were questioning people about the night before. Look familiar?"
Luna gulped, "N-no! I've never seen this before."
"Okay, Lynn is starting to convince me here," Lincoln admitted, "What's going on Luna?"
"Okay you got me!" Luna admitted.
Lynn pulled a fist in the end, "Yes! I knew it!
"I got invited to a party by Wendy, one of the cool teenagers around in the place. I didn't want to tell anyone because Lynn might snitch me in. You can ask Wendy or any of the other teenagers at the party which is far away from where you work."
"Luna, I would never snitch on you!" Lincoln gasped.
"I only said Lynn's name."
"I'll take your word for it Luna," Dipper spoke up, "It must be pretty cool to hang out with Wendy. Did she say anything about me?"
"She did sa-"
"Wait! Ask Lisa to check the axe for fingerprints!" said Lynn, handing her brother Lincoln the axe.
"May I be of assistance?"
A young toddler wearing a green turtleneck sweater and glasses walked into the room with a static expression.
"Hey Lisa," Lincoln greeted the four-year-old awkwardly, "We were just hoping-"
"... that I scan your axe for any fingerprints and foreign material?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"The walls are super thin and I can hear your entire conversation from the other room," Lisa explained, "And from my previous encounter with Lincoln and Mabel, I can tell that there is some trouble with a case that is seemingly impossible."
"Oh."
"In exchange for your help, I shall require all four of you to help me be part of an experiment on a future date."
Lincoln shook Lisa's hand before any of the other three could object, "Deal!"
"Good, now if you all just follow me," Lisa ordered, "I can find out exactly who stole the head of that hideous wax figure."
"What?" Mabel wheezed in disgust at that statement.
Lisa decided to ignore her as she walked into her bedroom to grab a hi-tech scanner, which was located in a safe on a wall, hidden and locked away from the other three sisters that she shared her room with.
"Lincoln, please hand me the axe," Lisa requested as she put on some gloves. Lincoln nodded and gave it to her.
Using the scanner, Lisa slowly and carefully scanned the wooden handle, rotating
"Sorry but other than all four of your fingerprints, since none of you bothered even to use gloves, there's nothing imprinted on them other than some wax residue that I presumed to be from the incident."
"No prints? How is that even possible?" Lynn muttered under her breath.
"Fortunately, I did the honour of installing security cameras in this house," Lisa added, "And I have a strong feeling that I may have solved this case."
"Lisa, where are you going with this?" Lincoln asked with curiosity.
"Let me explain," Lisa pulled out a smart tablet and opened up security footage of the front yard on the screen, "This morning at 5 am, I saw Lynn walk out the front door. She didn't come back until 6 am where she stealthily entered; looking around her surroundings to see if no-one saw her. Based on the evidence I was presented, I can safely conclude that Lynn was the one who stole the wax statue's head."
"Lynn, please tell me you didn't do it," Dipper pleaded, not wanting to believe it to be true.
"I swear, I'm telling you guys! It wasn't me!" Lynn was sweating, "I was just doing my early morning jog!"
Lincoln was furious, "I heard enough. It was obvious that you weren't happy with your job in the Mystery Shack, so you devised a plan to get yourself fired. The only problem was that you were jealous that I was enjoying myself regardless and jealously took over you. When you saw that wax statue that Mabel and I made, you realised that by stealing the wax head of our boss, you could bring me down with me!"
"And you thought that my wax statue of Grunkle Stan was ugly!" Mabel added with added frustration.
"I was framed!" Lynn claimed, "C'mon, you can't believe all the evidence that somehow incriminates me of this."
"You're not exactly helping your case here," Lisa hinted.
"Lynn! You're going to stay here while me, Dipper and Mabel explain who the real culprit is to Stan!" Lincoln ordered.
The 14-year-old athlete sighed in defeat and sadness, "Okay, I'll be in our room."
"Let's just go now," Dipper said with an equal amount of sorrow.
Back over to the Mystery Shack, a makeshift funeral was taking place as sad music filled the wax figure room which reflected perfectly on the mood on Soos, Grunkle Stan and the three other kids who were sitting at the front. The oldest out of the group walked to the front of the room to address the crowd of wax figures who were lined up in rows, facing the front. It eerily almost felt like a real funeral.
"Kids, Soos, lifeless wax figures, thank you all for coming," Grunkle Stan thanked, giving his heartfelt eulogy behind a podium, "Some people might say it's wrong for a man to love a wax replica of himself."
"They're wrong!" Soos shouted, jumping up from his chair.
"Easy Soos," Grunkle Stan warned, "Lynn, I bet you're happy that an innocent wax person was unjustly beheaded by your wicked cruelty! You make me sick!"
"I am so sorry for your loss," Lincoln apologised to him on behalf of himself and his sister.
"Don't be, kid. She just didn't understand the connection between us," Stan replied, before looking at his headless wax figure, "Wax Stan, I hope you're picking pockets in Wax Heaven."
Grunkle Stan shed a few tears as he said those last few words, before he ran out of the podium unable to control his emotions, "I'm sorry, I got glitter in my eyes."
He sprinted out of the room, Soos following suit also with tears in his eyes, "Ohhh duud... dd... eee..."
Only Dipper, Mabel and Lincoln as the only human things left in the room. Lincoln slumped over his head in sadness, frustrated at what had happened. Dipper noticed his friend like this, which prompted him to ask.
'Are you okay, Linky?" Mabel asked, putting a hand over his shoulder.
"Not really," Lincoln admitted, "I can't believe that one of my sisters would even do such a thing!"
Mabel sighed, "I know. I really wish it was someone else who murdered Wax Stan."
"Unfortunately, the evidence stacks up against Lynn: the alibi, the motive, the clues," Dipper explained, staring at Wax Stan. However, as he continued staring, he noticed something rather odd, "Wax Stan's shoe has a hole in his shoe."
"Yeah, all the wax guys have that," Mabel elaborated, "It's where the pole-thingys attaches to their stand dealy!
Lincoln's mind clicked, "Wait a minute! What has a hole in its shoe and no fingerprints? Guys! The murderers are-"
"Standing right behind you," a deep British voice said behind them. The kids turned around and to their horror, watched as their wax figures came back to life.
Dipper gasped, "Wax Sherlock Holmes! Wax Shakespeare! Wax Coolio?"
"Wha s'up Holmes?"
A wax version of Lizzie Borden grabbed the axe that Mabel was carrying, as she gasped in surprise, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"
"Congratulations, my amateur sleuths," Wax Holmes sarcastically praised, "It only took you one of your own to be wrongly accused."
The wax figure pointed his magnifying glass at the three in a threatening stance. Mabel grasped onto Dipper and Lincoln, as they squirmed into the back wall out of fear.
"Bravo, Lincoln Loud. You've discovered our little secret," Wax Holmes continued, taking the head of Wax Stan out of his cape, "Applaud everyone, applaud sarcastically."
The wax figures began clapping for a few seconds, until Wax Holmes stopped them, "Uh, no, that sounds too sincere."
Correcting themselves, the clapping grew slower and less significant, "That's better, nice and condescending."
B-But... how is this possible? You're made of wax!" Dipper exclaimed.
"Are you... magic?" Mabel asked hopefully. Wax Holmes laughed along with the others.
"Are we magic?" he repeated, in a mocking tone, "She wants to know if we're magic!"
His laughing suddenly stopped, and he slammed the fist of his hand against the coffin threateningly, "We're cursed!"
"Cursed! Cursed!" The wax figures chanted.
"Isn't that still magic?" Lincoln questioned only for him to be rudely interrupted.
"Shut your mouth kid. We've been cursed to come to life whenever the moon is out!" Wax Holmes grimaced, "Your uncle bought us many years ago at a garage sale."
"Steal," Wax Robin Hood corrected.
"And he's not my uncle," Lincoln Loud commented as well.
"Everyone, can you wait until I finish monologuing?" Wax Holmes requested in annoyance. Both of them kept quiet, indicating that they completely understood, "Where was I? Before I was so rudely interrupted, the Mystery Shack Wax Collection was born! By day, we would be the playthings of man."
"But when your uncle went to sleep, we would rule the night!" Wax Coolio added.
"It was a charmed life for us cursed beings..." Wax Holmes lamented, before his voice became harsh once more, "That is, until your uncle closed shop."
Dipper and Mabel looked at each other with dread, already thinking of how this will end.
"We've been waiting ten years to get our revenge on Stan for locking us away," Holmes said, "But we got the wrong guy."
Lincoln looked at him grimly as he sighed deeply, "I should've known it wasn't Lynn!"
Dipper, on the other hand, was shocked at the wax statues' true plan, "So, you were trying to murder Grunkle Stan for real?"
"You were right all along Dipper! Wax people are creepy!" Mabel said, looking at her brother.
"Enough!" Wax Sherlock yelled, interrupting them, "Now that you know our secret, you must die!"
His eyes and the eyes of all the other wax people rolled up into her friends, making them appear to be lifeless zombies. They slowly walked towards them while the kids started backing up. Only a few metres away, they were stopped when they backed themselves against a large table.
"What do we do?"
"I don't know Mabel!" Lincoln replied.
"Throw stuff at them!" Dipper urged as they grabbed random items and threw them towards the approaching wax figures. It was hopeless however as they shrugged off the attacks with little to no effort.
"We ran out of stuff!" Mabel shrieked with terror.
"Already?!" Dipper shouted.
"I guess this is it," Lincoln was ready to accept his fate as they got closer and closer.
The three of them closed their eyes, bracing for the end until they heard a large scream coming from the wax figures. Lincoln slowly opened his eyes, seeing Wax Coolio melt in agony. From out one of the windows, he saw his sister climbing onto the window frame with a water gun in her right hand as well as few more buckled on her waist.
"Lynn?"
"Yeah, I figured they were wax figures," Lynn chuckled to herself.
Dipper was almost speechless, "But how?"
"After thinking about how I can prove myself that I didn't do it, I started thinking about the footprints and after some careful thinking, I worked out that-"
"Can this wait?" Lincoln interrupted, "We're about to get mobbed by wax people."
"Sorry," Lynn apologised as she threw her spare water guns towards Lincoln, Dipper and Mabel.
Lynn joined her brother and the Pines twins as they held out their water guns at the wax figures, feeling a bit less scared.
"A water gun?" Wax Holmes ridiculed, "Oh no, I'm so scared of a children's toy!"
"It's not just a water gun!" Lynn said, smirking as she shot a blast towards a Wax Julia Child. She opened her mouth and swallowed it.
"Chicken soup!" Julia Child gleefully exclaimed before melting away into a puddle.
"Yeah!" Lynn fist pumped the air, "Boiling chicken soup!"
"Delicious but deadly," Mabel mused, smiling at what she just said.
"Anyone move, and we'll cook you into dinner!" Dipper warned threateningly. His grip on his water gun tightened.
"You really think you can defeat us?" Wax Holmes asked.
"I-I don't really know."
"I'm not-I'm not really sure."
"It's worth a shot I guess."
"What's with you guys today?" said Lynn, looking over at her friends with disbelief, "We have guns! Of course we're going to defeat them!"
"So be it," Wax Holmes sneered, before shouting, "Attack!"
The figures rushed at them, prodding the four kids to shoot their scalding hot chicken soup at them. Lynn was the first one to bravely attack, as she ran up towards a Wax Lizzie Borden, and shot her in the head, seconds before the axe she was carrying swung down towards the athlete. She screamed and gasped as she transformed into a melting mess.
"Never bring an axe to a gun fight!" Lynn quipped.
Meanwhile, Dipper skilfully dodged and ducked around the figures, only ever attacking from behind and conserving his hits for accuracy while his sister Mabel took on multiple figures at a time, gunning them down like a machine gun successfully. Lincoln, on the other hand, stayed near the fireplace, taking advantage of the extra heat that the flames were omitting, giving the intended effect of the lack of wax figures bothering to fight him. Also, his position allowed him to observe if Lynn or any of his friends were getting sneak-attacked.
"Dipper watch out!" Lincoln yelled as Genghis Khan was about to stab Dipper in the back. Luckily, Dipper sidestepped while Lincoln blasted him from across the room.
"Ha Genghis Khan! You fell hotter than the, ah, I don't know, Gin dynasty?" Dipper tried to quip, only for it to come out awkwardly. Lincoln looked at him with an eyebrow raised, "What? C'mon, you gotta admit that was good Lincoln!"
"Yeah, there's still a couple of wax figures left. Maybe focus on melting them instead?"
Dipper groaned, "Alright."
The fight continued on for a few minutes, and the four kids have gotten rid of almost all the wax figures. Unfortunately, Dipper got himself pinned down against Wax Holmes on the ground with his gun all out of ammo.
"Once your family and friends are out of the way, we'll rule the night once more!" Wax Holmes exclaimed. He swung his sword towards the boy's body, but Dipper rolled sideways, barely dodging the tip of the blade.
Dipper scowled, "Don't count on it!"
The 12-year-old boy with the hat wiggled out of Wax Holmes grasp and, looking at the window in the distance, he sprinted towards it, climbing out of it into the outside world.
"Come back here, you brat!" Wax Holmes yelled as he pursued after him. Over on the other side of the room, Lincoln, Mabel and Lynn were standing in fear, after their guns conveniently ran out of chicken soup.
"What do we do now?" Mabel whispered to the Loud siblings. Lincoln smiled a little.
"I think I've got a plan."
Outside, Dipper carefully climbed onto the ceiling, getting himself higher by jumping onto the Mystery Shack sign, trying to balance himself as he sought to get away from Wax Holmes who was hot on his heel. He followed him, his sword swinging every so often to try and destroy the young boy as well as maintain his balance.
"Dipper!" Mabel cried out to her brother. Dipper glanced behind his attacker to see that his sister and his friends had made their way up and were watching Dipper flee.
"What are you doing?" Dipper tried to yell at them, but they were too far from him for them to hear. Wax Holmes saw this as an opportunity and swung her axe, which barely missed Dipper by a centimetre. This caused him to jump out of surprise and bump into the letter 'S' of the Mystery Shack sign, making the letter fall off. With no other option left, Dipper climbed off the sign and hid behind the chimney to catch his breath. But it wasn't enough. Once his heart rate had slowed down, it was too late as behind him, the wax figure kicked him down.
"You really thought you could outwit me, boy? I'm Sherlock bleeding Holmes! Have you seen my magnifying glass? It's enormous!"
Wax Holmes raised his sword, getting ready to stab him.
"Any last words?"
Dipper gulped, "Um... you got any sunscreen?"
"Got any su-" Wax Holmes started to repeat in confusion until he was suddenly hit by a small blast of chicken soup on the head, instantly killing his conscience, knocking him off the roof and making him melt on the ground. Dipper searched for the source of the shot, seeing Lynn with an almost empty water gun.
"What were you thinking Dipper?" Lynn asked in an annoyed tone, "I know what you were trying to do and that was stupid. It's still ten at night! The sun doesn't even rise for a few hours at least."
Mabel ran up to Dipper and hugged him tightly, "Don't scare me like that okay Dipper?"
"Yeah," Lincoln joined the others, "It almost cost you your life."
Dipper returned the hug from Mabel, "Sorry, I just don't know what came over me. It felt like the fight went on forever."
"It actually went for five minutes," told Lincoln, "I guess this still means that Lynn won't have her job back. I mean, how are we going to explain that a bunch of wax figures stole a piece of Wax Stan's head?"
"Don't worry about it," Dipper assured, letting out a little small laugh, "I'll take the hit tomorrow. It's the least I can do after almost scaring everyone to death."
Early next morning, Lincoln and Lynn returned back to the Mystery Shack for their day back to work. As they knocked on the door, they overheard a conversation going on between Dipper and his Grunkle Stan, explaining that he was the one who stole the wax head and although there was a bit of yelling, when the door finally opened, they saw a genuine smile on Stan's face.
"Welcome back you two!" Stan greeted them, "We've got heaps of gullible customers to take their money from! C'mon, this job doesn't do itself!"
"So about the wax he-"
"My nephew Dipper already explained everything," Stan interrupted, "And you're rehired, Lynn!"
"Thanks."
"Now, today is a busy day..." Stan started to ramble on, but for the two Loud siblings, everything was back to normal.
Author's Note: The Headhunters episode in Gravity Falls reminded me a lot of those generic crime detective shows that you see on late-night television sometimes so I wanted to make it somewhat similar to that over here. Also, I decided to break a little from true canon and make some events slightly different, causing Dipper and Mabel to take a different route to the solution. This chapter still has the core elements on the plotline but I tried to make it fresh and new, making slight changes that would bend the scenarios a little.
So next up is the Mabel meets a Psychic episode. Gideon falls in love with Mabel, Mabel wants to be friends, Gideon starts being too clingy. Well, that's also getting slightly altered.
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