Dipper was driving the car down a long road, Cassandra in the passenger seat. They were in California, and the car was far more reminiscent of his great uncle's 'Stanley-mobile' than the family car. He could see his old blue and white cap on his head in the rear-view mirror. They were talking, because why wouldn't they be? Then they hit something.

He hit something. (As the driver, it was his responsibility.)

Outside of the car, looking around the front bumper, Dipper froze.

"Hey, Pine Tree," the yellow, glowing triangle said, lying flat on the road.

Abel forced his eyes open and stared at the ceiling for a moment, moonlight lighting the room.

Bill appeared in dreams sometimes, he reminded himself, massaging the bridge of his nose. It probably didn't mean anything. Particularly back in the falls. It was all just on his mind, that's why he would dream of Bill. It didn't mean anything.

It couldn't mean anything.

He decided to forget about it.

Ashwin leaned over the arm of the sofa to look into the notebook his cousin was reading,

"What'cha reading today?"

"Glitter Pen found a squad of cloned boy band members. She uses a lot more exclamation points than her brother," Cassandra noted, laying flat on her stomach across the sofa. 'Glitter Pen' was her name for the writer's sister, since all of her entries or comments were in various neon shades of glitter pen.

"Which notebook is this?"

"Two. But I read this entry already. I'm about three-quarters of the way through this one."

"Any progress on the codes in the third one?" he added, voice lower. They had agreed, as per the notebooks warnings, not to let on too much to their parents.

Cassandra sat up, shaking her head.

"I have no idea. It's all gibberish. But I think some of this notebook is in code, too, though," she added, flipping deeper into the book, "but I think these are simpler. Like this number code from Glitter Pen: 3-15-4-5-19 1-18-5 6-21-14! It says-"

She was interrupted by the ring of the doorbell. There was a hesitation in the house before Ashwin's dad called,

"Could one of you kids get it?"

"Got it!" Ashwin confirmed, heading for the door, Cassandra trailing curiously behind him, though she stopped just outside view of the door.

"Hellooo-oh, hi," Ashwin said, attention gravitating to the small boy at the door, grinning big.

"Hi!" the boy beamed, "Is Cassandra here?"

"Um," Ashwin turned back to his cousin.

"What's up?" Cassandra asked, joining him at the door. "And, er, who are you?"

"Hayes Patric Northwest-Passage!" he stated, offering a hand.

"Well, uh, hi, Hayes," Cassandra responded, shaking his hand, "what can I do for you?"

"I hear you're very smart around the paranormal!"

"Um, sure," Cassandra accepted, befuddled by this kid - so official, but even younger than Faith.

"Well! I've seen something!"

"Really?" Cassandra prompted, cracking a smile. She was torn between bemusement at this kids potentially misplaced excitement and thrill at the possibility of another creature or phenomena of the Falls.

"I saw," he leaned in close, and Cassandra and Ashwin felt compelled to lean in with him, "a bigfoot."

"Hm," Cassandra acknowledged, thinking it over, "that's impressive."

"And I need you guys to help me track it."

"Really?" Ashwin prompted.

"Yeah. It's either you or Mervin, and he's not a lot of fun. He's all rude and doesn't pay attention."

"Sounds about right," Cassandra muttered. "OK, Hayes," she concluded, "you got yourself a deal."

"Faith!" Ashwin hollered, "Come 'ere!"

The nine year old barreled down the stairs.

"Hey, Hayes!" she chirped, and the group bustled out the door, Hayes rushing up to an older girl about twenty feet from the cabin.

"You got them to come with you?" she asked her little brother, unimpressed and unamused.

Hayes nodded eagerly.

"Do I have to stay with you?"

"Yup. Mom and Dad said you can't let me out of your sight!" Hayes reminded her. She grunted in distaste.

"I, uh, don't think we've met?" Cassandra piped up, "I'm-"

"Cassandra Pines. I know," the girl assured her, "Mother insists we could learn a thing or two from your family," she explained, rolling her eyes.

"You could learn a thing or two," Hayes corrected her, "Faith and I hang out all the time!"

"Fine. I could learn something," she reiterated, voice dripping with how 'over it' she was. "the name's Felicity. Felicity Northwest-Passage."

"O-OK," Cassandra accepted.

"And if you touch me or my designer shirt you will regret it."

"Got it," Cassandra assured her, taking a small step away as they walked down the road.

"Designer?!" Ashwin gasped, "You mean that's a real Saint Laura shirt? Not imitation? Woah!"

"You know from designer?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow and looking Ashwin up and down.

"Listen, honey," Ashwin explained, catching her questioning look at his own appearance, "I rock the bargain-chique look out of necessity - there's only so much money around. And besides, I make the t-shirt/plaid/jeans look work. The tight jeans are what since the deal if you ask me," he added. "I can rattle off the big names as well as the next fasionista: Pranda, Golce Dabbana, Carmanni, Gooki-"

"Did you know he had this in him?" Cassandra asked Faith, hovering a few steps back with the younger kids as her cousin rattled off fashion trivia.

"Yep. He has a whole shelf of 'Fouge' magazines at home."

"Wow," Cassandra muttered, "I had no idea. If I ever need to know anything about fashion…"

"Lissy!" Hayes hollered, stopping in his tracks and gaining his sister's attention. "This is where I saw it! See, look-" he pulled out his phone and pulled up a video that he held up to Cassandra.

Sure enough, the footage - as shaky as it was - was taken in front of this very strip of trees. As Hayes ran up to the edge of the forrest you could see the odd knot in one and the broken branch of another. There was also no mistaking the tall shadowy creature he was clearly running towards. When it noticed the camera its eyes went wide, it's arms flew up to it's chest (putting it in a bit of a t-rex pose) and it quickly turned tail and bolted into the woods. As the camera finally stopped shaking so much you could hear Hayes disappointed 'aww…'

"That's actually a pretty good shot," Cassandra admitted. "that looks like an honest to god bigfoot."

"Are you sure?" Felicity asked, a little skepticism slipping into her tone, as much as she wanted to keep her brother happy.

"I mean it. I mean, what else would it be?" Cassandra prompted.

"Someone with an unhealthy amount of body hair?" Felicity offered.

"But if that's the case it means it's either a reclusive hermit or bigfoot," Cassandra reasoned, "Either is interesting!"

"I'm not sure I want to meet a hairy hermit," Ashwin commented.

"It's bigfoot!" Faith insisted, "We should lay a trap!"

"OK," Cassandra accepted. "how do you propose we catch a bigfoot?"

"Snare?"

"Pit!"

"Giant. Box."

"Clampy-thingy!"

"All good suggestions," Cassandra agreed. "Let's try them all. Ooh- and a net for good measure. Do you think they'd have all that at The Mystery Shack?"

"They have everything at The Mystery Shack."

"We have most of this," Stan Ramirez confirmed, leaning on the gift shop counter, "or something that'll do in a pinch. We definitely have nets and rope, we can lend you a shovel… Not sure about a giant box. Hey, Gabby! Do you think we have a giant box?"

"How big is giant?" his sister asked, strolling in from the museum proper, "I mean, we might have an old refrigerator box?"

"It needs to be big enough for Bigfoot!" Hayes explained.

"Hm. Well, I'm not to sure if we've got something that big," Gabby admitted, "But you could maybe break down five smaller boxes, flatten 'em out, make a real big one…"

"Also do you think we have a bear trap?"

"Uh…" Gabby considered it a moment, glanced over the gaggle of children asking for said bear trap, and concluded: "No."

The kids gathered again in a clearing in the forrest,

"Everybody got your traps set up?" Cassandra asked.

"Yep!" Faith confirmed, having helped Ashwin build a huge box. They had left a Twinkie as bait.

Hayes nodded enthusiastically, hands muddy from digging a hole to cover with foliage.

"I guess," Felicity sighed.

"Okie-dokie! Sounds like everything is ready to go! Felicity, did you get the cameras?"

Felicity stuck out a hand, extremely unimpressed, and a drone descended from the sky, placing a box in her outstretched hand.

"Duh," she retorted, opening the box and walking off with a camera to add by her snare.

"It must be nice to be rich," Ashwin sighed.

"It's pretty sweet," Hayes agreed, snatching up a camera and scampering off.

With cameras secured by each trap the cousins returned to the clearing, huddling around Felicity's tablet which showed the video feed.

"D'ya think it'll show up?" Hayes prompted.

"Who knows," Cassandra shrugged, "bigfoot- er, bigfoots- bigfeet? What's the proper plural? - they're very secretive creatures. Real hard to catch. I'm impressed you even got such good footage!"

"Thanks for letting him down easy," Felicity whispered to her, leaning away from the group.

"Hey, whatever," Cassandra shrugged, "it's true!"

They sat staring at that screen for a long time. By the time they reached the half hour mark everyone had started playing games or watching videos on their phones, half-watching the feed at best. Almost 45 minutes had passed when Felicity sat up, staring at the screen intently.

"What is it?" Ashwin asked.

"Wasn't there a twinkie under the box?" she noted.

"Yeah, there was," Ashwin agreed.

"It's gone!" Faith gasped.

"I- I'm not, like, super sure, or anything, but I might've, maybe, possibly seen some movement on that screen a second ago."

"Weird," Cassandra breathed.

They all zeroed their attention to the tablet and sat as silent as possible.

Then Hayes let out a war cry.

The whole group whirled around to find Hayes clinging to the leg of a tall, furry creature.

The creature looked down at Hayes.

They all stared at the creature.

The creature stared at the huddle group of kids.

Everyone screamed very loud, high-pitched screams.

Over the screaming, Hayes hollered:

"ARE YOU BIGFOOT?"

A hush fell over the group, waiting with bated breath for the answer.

"Yes?" The creature offered, in a voice that sounded much more like it would come out of a midwestern PTA mom than a lumbering, 6'6", furry creature.

"Really?" Hayes beamed, still clinging to her leg.

"Really?" Felicity echoed incredulously.

"Really!" she responded, picking Hayes up and holding him in one arm. "I live 'round here, along with Harold and the kids. We keep to ourselves, ya'know."

"Wow," Cassandra breathed, grinning big, "it's a pleasure to meet you!" she added, "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Wilma."

"Cassandra," Cassie returned, shaking the creature's hand.

"Ya'know I'm real impressed with you kids - it's not everyday somebody gets a grip on a sasquatch leg!" she noted, giving Hayes a tap on the nose, "One of the last people to manage that was that ol' Pines fellow who used to run around here!"

"Pines?" Cassandra asked, "We're Pines," she explained, gesturing between her and her cousins.

"Well, actually, we're Howleys, but our mom is a Pines," Ashwin clarified.

"Well ain't that neat! He was lovely guy - real polite. Had interesting hands, too-"

"Great-grunkle Ford?!" Cassandra piped up, "Woah! I knew he used to live up here, but- wow! That's so cool!"

Something beeped, gaining everyone's attention.

Wilma pulled up a wrist and tutted to herself,

"Well don't'cha know it, it's time to go pick up little Isaac. It's been a real blast getting to meet you kids! Now, would you mind keeping this our little secret?" she added, setting Hayes down.

"Yes ma'am!" he chirped, giving her a very serious nod of assurance.

"You got it," Cassandra agreed.

The rest offered mumbled 'yes's and nods.

"Well that's just swell! Maybe I'll see you around sometime,"

"OK!" Faith squeaked, and in a few long strides Wilma's brown fur had dissolved into the forrest, camouflaged in the trees.

"Well that was cool!" Cassandra concluded.

"That was AWESOME!" Hayes seconded.

As they left the forrest someone jogged up to the group,

"Pines!" he barked.

"What's up, Mervin?" Cassandra asked half-heartedly.

"What've you been up to this fine day?" he prompted.

"Eh, nothing much," Cassandra shrugged. The last person that needed to know that sasquatch were real was Mervin.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, uh, I got this thing I want you to look at-"

"Not now, man," Ashwin stepped in, "get back to us later."

"But-"

"He said later," Felicity reiterated.

"Fine," Mervin huffed. "I'll talk to you later."

"See ya', dude!" Cassandra offered with a wave as they headed for home.

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