Why, hello, lovely readers! I am extremely sorry for the wait; school ended, I went to camp, swim team (blech) etc. I have a life (er, sort of). And of course I had to work on original stuff, watch TV, see Equestria Girls, and draw, but I have been working on this. I'm seriously really sorry; this story has been on more hiatus than Gravity Falls itself.

Also, 30 reviews, you guys! I love you guys so much! I shall repay you by updating this story on the correct time. 2 chapters left after this one.

Welp, here you go. Chapter 13.

Gideon Gleeful walked prominently down the street. He knew where he was going, and he knew what was going on with the Pines twins.

Several tourists tried to stop him and try to get autographs and pictures, but he ignored them and walked past. He had no need for these townspeople.

The short boy marched up the steps of the Northwest Manor.

Mumbling, he said, "This better work. I would never come here otherwise."

He struggled a little jumping high enough to ring the doorbell. It was at least four feet up and caused Gideon to rumple his mass of hair.

The boy squeezed his fists, his face scrunching with rage. He almost crumpled the picture he was holding before he calmed himself.

A tall butler opened the door.

"May I help-" he began, before realizing who was at the door. His eyes widened. "You!"

"Yes, me." He winked. "Now, may I speak to Pacifica Northwest? I've a business proposal that I believe she will find…intriguing."

"Why, of course!" The man stepped aside. "Mr. Gideon, I'm a fan of your-"

"Yes, everyone is." He walked past the butler, making his way to the mansion's living room.

Pacifica was sitting on a pristine white couch, half-heartedly watching a talk show.

"Gurl! Why you ackin' so cray-cray?" The television blared.

Gideon stood behind the couch for a few minutes before clearing his throat. Pacifica turned around, annoyed.

"And who are you?" She asks while checking her nails. The pink polish was perfect, but she still seemed agitated with it.

"I am Gideon Gleeful, town psychic!" He was surprised that she didn't know who he was, or she hadn't seen any of the massive billboards downtown. "Surely you've been to one of my shows?"

"Never heard of you."

His demeanor faltered for a second. He could feel his face turning red and attempted to stop it by taking a deep breath. He straightened up and said, "Well, I have an offer for you."

"If you're trying to bribe me, don't bother." She rolled her eyes. "I could buy your family and pawn them off."

"No, no." Gideon shook her head. "I simply need some of your help."

"Whatever." The blonde girl turned back to the TV.

"What if I told you," he smiled slyly, "that this help would give you revenge on the Pines twins?"

Pacifica straightened up.

"I'm listening."

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It took a while for Gideon Gleeful to reach to the caves outside of town. He went alone by foot, and everybody who lives in Gravity Falls knows that Gideon can't run more than ten feet before that albino-esque skin turns the color of a tomato.

But only a few minutes after noon, the psychic arrived. He wiped a trickle of sweat off of his wide forehead as he reached the entrance.

The noise was almost unbearable; it pounded against Gideon's eardrums. Rock music blasted, along with screams of victory and bangs of pool balls.

Everything went silent as soon as he walked through the door. Fists froze, mouths closed, sticks became still.

Leaderaur the manotaur stepped forward. "Who goes there?"

"I am Gideon Gleeful." The boy announced. "And I would like your assistance."

"What makes you think that you are worthy?" The apparent leader asked.

"He barely seems like a man!" Another one yelled.

"You barely seem like a man!" A third manotaur countered. They both fell to the ground in a fit of punches and screaming.

Gideon gave little though to the fight; he stayed calm and pulled out a picture from his jacket.

"I believe you would like to get revenge on this boy."

When the tall black bull-man saw the photo, his face twisted into pure anger.

"How could we assist you?"

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The moon was rising in the sky.

A waxing crescent.

Perfect.

Gideon entered the garage unnoticed. Because nobody wanted to buy the wax figures, the place went out of business years ago. Just as he walked in, the models began to come to life.

They were exact copies of the ones in the Mystery Shack; upon closer inspection, they were made less carefully, with lopsided eyes and bumpy arms.

Sherlock Holmes lowered his magnifying glass and turned towards the boy.

"Who are you?"

"Well, that doesn't matter now, does it?" Gideon chuckled. "But I do know someone that you know. Your souls are passed through each other, yes? Along with your memories?"

"Yes." The detective answered skeptically.

"Then you know the Pines."

"The Pines!" Sherlock remarks angrily. "Those blasted twins nearly destroyed my kind!"

Gideon's face twisted into an eerie grin. "Then I have an offer for you."

Autumn POV

The attic is pretty much in chaos, but everyone seems happy with how things are working out.

"Let's get things straight." Dipper confirms to a group of clones. "You're Tyrone, you're Orion, you're…"

Meanwhile, a group of Mabel clones are having an annoying-noises competition with Quentin Trembley, Rumble McSkirmish is having a scream war with Manly Dan (Wendy is filming it), the gnomes are chasing around the original Mabel, Mermando is sitting in a kiddie pool (trying to ward the gnomes away from Mabel), and so on.

"Alright, everyone!" I step onto Dipper's bed while he shoots me a look about messing up his meticulously-made sheets. "Settle down; we need to make a plan."

"Already done." Dipper hand me a clipboard from his vest.

I read it, a confused look crossing my face. "'I am pretending to write something down'?"

Dipper blushes, looking at Wendy sheepishly. "Turn the page." He mutters through a frozen face.

"Oh! Right." I laugh. The next page covers a full plan involving all of our allies.

"McGucket, you and you're automatons will be running the front line."

"Hoo-ee!" He cackles.

"Stan, Soos, and Manly Dan will run the automatons." I mutter under my breath, "Not sure if that's such a good idea."

"Yeah!" Dan punches the air.

"Dipper and Mabel clones numbers 2 through 6, you'll patrol the forest areas with Wendy."

"Oh, god," she breathes.

"The rest of the clones will be second in command after the automatons." I shake my head. "Who know what kind of reinforcement Gideon is going to have."

"It's good we have all these preparations." Dipper nods. "He could have the entire Southern hemisphere working for him."

"Exactly." I agree. "Rumble McSkirmish and ghosts, you'll patrol your respective areas."

"I am! Will going to! Protect! This city town!" The fighter shouts, punching the air.

"Young folk." Pa shakes his head, followed by Ma.

"Moving on." I tap the clipboard. "Mermando, your family is at the lake, right?"

"Yes." He confirms. "We would do anything to protect Mabel and her beloved town." Mabel giggles.

Jeff the gnome turns bright red. "Oh yeah! Well…uh…we would…we would…"

"Stop before this gets violent!" Jeff tilts his head down and lowers his tiny fist. "Mermando, station your family around the lakes as lookouts. Gnomes, split up around the edges of town for the same reason." I bend down to Jeff. "Try not to let that one-" I point to Shmebulock, stumbling around the room, "ruin your cover."

"Right."

"And, finally," I finish, "Dipper, Mabel, Quentin Trembley, and I will patrol the downtown area."

"Marvelous work, young filly!" Our 8 ½ president yells, running around.

"…Okay. Let's get going." I wince, feeling a pang on my arm. "We don't know when it's all going to begin."