"I think it might be this way," Dipper called out. He glanced up from the Journal to check his direction and footing. He and Mabel were searching for a brass ring in the rocky areas of Gravity Falls. "The Seal of Solomon," he started aloud, reading the small excerpt from a page in the Journal. "A magical brass and iron ring believed to be from Judeo-Christian mythology. The ring gives the wearer the ability to command or imprison demons and other spirits. It also gives the bearer the ability to communicate with animals. Engraved in the brass and iron ring are two written commands to seal good or evil spirits. To capture a demon, one must compel the targeted demon into a magic triangle and recite the correct seal. Beware to those who do not use either of the seals in the correct manner, for you may end up within the ring yourself. Do not let the ring fall into the wrong hands!" It was only now, after he had finished the text, that he noticed that his hat was gone. He looked up from the Journal to see Mabel bounding off with his hat on her head and laughing.
"Mabel!" He cried out, closing the Journal and darting after her.
"Catch me if you can, Dipping Sauce!" She laughed, picking up her pace.
"Give me my hat back!"
"Ya gotta get me first!" She called out and swerved around a boulder.
Dipper groaned in frustration and chased her. Upon rounding the boulder, he froze. He didn't see her anywhere. "Mabel?" He called out, walking as he scanned his surroundings. Dipper checked the edge of a cliff, a few steps from the wall of the cliff to his right. She still was nowhere in sight. "Mabel?" He called out again, louder.
"Dipper?" Her voice came from in front of him, wavering a little.
"Mabel!" He answered her call, rushing towards where her voice came from. Some fifty paces ahead of him was a large gap, to big for him to jump. He stopped about five paces and called for her again. "Mabel!"
"Dipper! Dow-aaahh!" She cried out just by his feet.
Dipper looked down to see a single hand clasping onto the edge of the gap, but it was slipping. "MABEL!" He shouted, darting for her hand. Laying down on his stomach, he extended his hand to her. She clutched onto his hand and Dipper pulled her up. She rested on her stomach while he caught his breath on his back. "You wanna," he gasped, turning my head to her, "maybe call it quits...for today?"
Her head turned towards him as she broke into a weary smile, "Sou-...sounds good to me, bro-bro."
Dipper returned her smile, tired as well. After a bit, they picked their selves up, Dipper retrieved his hat, and headed back to the shack.
"Whoa! You kids get hit by a bus or something?" Grunkle Stan remarked when he saw the two after they passed between him and the T.V. Looked like he was watching Baby Fights.
"Just some exploring," Dipper answered, Mabel walking ahead of him. They said good night to Grunkle Stan and continued, going upstairs to their room. Mabel peeled off her sweater and shoes and flopped into bed. She was out in an instant. Following suit, Dipper took off his hat, vest and shoes, and slid himself into his bed. Just as he was closing his eyes, Dipper swore he heard faint laughter.