Mabel and Dipper hadn't yet adjusted to their usual summer sleeping schedule, and the next morning found the twins attempting to sleep in as their Grunkle Stan shouted at them to get their lazy asses out of bed if they wanted to be paid. After their first summer working at the Mystery Shack for free, Dipper and Mabel had managed to convince Grunkle Stan to pay them for their work. This was done with some help from Wendy and Soos, and some admittedly dirty black mail, courtesy of a certain pair of golden truth-teeth. Wanting to avoid any potential clashes with the authorities, Grunkle Stan finally crumbled, and now the twins earned some money each summer for their work in the shop. Not MUCH money, granted, but it was better than nothing. So, with longing looks back at their beds, the twins made their way downstairs, stopping to brush their teeth, get dressed, and pin on their official Mystery Shack name tags. Grunkle Stan was standing in the kitchen, arms crossed as he glared at his great niece and nephew.

"When I agreed to actually paying you I at least expected you to get to work on time!" he reprimanded as they took their respective seats at the table.

Their great uncle hadn't changed much in the past four years. He still wore the same cheap suit, fez, and glasses that made up his 'Mister Mystery' getup. True to form, the man was still the best when it came to tricking tourists out of their pocket change. Some things never changed. The one difference might have been his fear of Lazy Susan's advances, which he passed off as a dislike of the diner's food. , which Dipper and Mabel found to be very amusing.

"Grunkle Stan, there aren't even any customers yet! It's too early." Mabel complained, tucking into her cereal. Dipper smiled, and continued on his twin's thought.

"Yeah! Why work if there's no work to do. No one comes to these kinds of things early in the morning any way. The only people who come here are tourists."

A mouth full of half chewed cereal, Mabel jumped back in, "Tourists who are on vacation!"

"And no one gets up early when they're on vacation." Dipper carried on.

"Which is why you should have let us sleep in a bit!" Mabel punctuated her finishing statement with an accusing point of her spoon, to which Grunkle Stan frowned. But, realizing he was no match to their combined wit, he stalked off, grumbling something about "Stupid brats getting too smart." Dipper and Mabel grinned at each other, and contentedly continued with their breakfast.

Three hours later, tourists had finally begun to trickle into the shop, drawn to the rundown building like moths to a flame. They made their way around the Shack's gift shop, or stood waiting for a tour from Grunkle Stan. As per any typical day, Dipper and Wendy took turns at the register, Mabel made rounds about the gift shop to convince unsure customers to buy as much as possible, and Soos was busy with various menial tasks about the house. It seemed every day some piece of the old shack was falling apart, and Dipper was sure that if a home inspector were to witness the disrepair, it would be deemed unlivable.

It seemed that the day would continue uneventfully, as nothing had yet to send them running off into the woods. Just the widely-accepted-definition of normal in Gravity Falls. Leaning precariously back in his seat, a pose reminiscent of a younger Wendy, Dipper considered escaping to the red-head's old roof hang out. The first few days back in the town were always dreadfully boring.

Dipper was completely lost in thought when, with a childish giggle, Mabel came over and kicked the unsteady legs of the stool out from under him. He fell flat on his butt with a "Hey!" eliciting another giggle from his aggressor. He quickly brought her down with him, getting a playful smack from his sister. As the twins sat giggling on the floor, the door to the Mystery Shack creaked open, introducing two new figures into the room.

The Mystery Shack was a rundown looking house, its name quite suitable for its state of being. One of the large letters attached to the roof had fallen, and it looked as if it hadn't been in its peak condition for a very long time. Multitudes of signs had been nailed to the trees in the surrounding area, making sure you didn't get lost trying to find the tourist trap. As Sam and Dean exited the car, they noted the slightly high amounts of tourists that were congregating near the porch. Sharing a glance, the two brothers joined the crowd.

An elderly man wearing a cheap looking black suit, red bolo tie, and a fez was standing on the porch, collecting tickets from the people in the crowd. Sam and Dean hid off to the side behind a portly tourist, but the man immediately spotted them.

"Hey!" he shouted, pointing a cane topped with an 8-ball at them.

"You gotta pay for this! It isn't a free show! Tickets are inside, you'll have to wait for the next tour." With that, he led the group of tourists into the museum, giving the two of them one last glare before closing the door. Dean snorted at the man's antics.

"Well that was welcoming."

Sam chuckled. "He makes a living scamming people. I don't think he's quite so open to the idea of 'free service' unless he's the one being served."

"Let's get some damn tickets then."

"For curiosity's sake?"

"Yeah whatever." Dean shoved open the door to the gift shop, eliciting a loud creak from its hinges. Upon entrance to the shop, they took stock of the items within. Although many of the trinkets decorating the room looked creepy, they were obviously fake. Yet as Sam took in some of the insignias and symbols, he was surprised to find that some were not, in fact, made up. Those items holding the real symbols were not placed with the dollar store merchandise, but put on display in the many locked glass cases. Lacking price tags, it seemed that these items were not explicitly for sale. But why would this kind of shop have them anyway? Sam elbowed Dean, and gesturing to the locations of the real artifacts. His brother's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed suspiciously. Their silent interaction was cut short by a sudden peal of laughter.

Both siblings turned their attention towards the cash register, where the happy sound had come from. Behind the cluttered counter, the two teenagers from the night before were seemingly having a tickle fight. The two of them were completely absorbed in their miniature war, but were quickly jolted out of it when Dean coughed loudly into his sleeve. The boy quickly straightened up and fixed his hat back onto his now ruffled hair, an embarrassed blush creeping onto his skin.

"Huh." The words slipped out of Dean's mouth without thought, as if whatever barrier in his mind that usually kept a hold on his snarky comments was momentarily out of order.

"What kind of name is Dipper?"

The teen blinked, blushing deeper he processed Dean's words. The girl beside him giggled, for which she received a punch on a sparkly-sweatered arm.

This close up, it was quite apparent that the two of them were twins. They had virtually the same face, with baby-fat round cheeks and lightly sun-tanned skin. Their hair was the same color, and even their actions reflected each other's, a characteristic of people who spent most of their life together. They worked in tandem, the girl, whose nametag dubbed her Mabel, pulling a box of tickets out of seemingly nowhere as Dipper posed a question towards the two of them.

" Are you buying tickets for the next tour?"

He was glaring at Dean when he asked, face still red with embarrassment. Sam elbowed his own insensitive sibling.

"Yeah, we'll have two."

The kid turned his eyes onto Sam's, dark brown on green. Sam pulled out his wallet as Dipper punched something into the cash register. The bill came up as forty dollars even, which Dipper reported curtly. Sam passed two twenties to him, and a chipper Mabel handed him two tickets.

"Have a good tour!" she flashed them a perfect smile.

With a quiet thank you, Sam and Dean wandered about the room a bit more. Sam inconspicuously snapped photos of some of the artifacts with his phone, for later reference. After about fifteen minutes, the customers from the last tour began to trickle into the shop, to look through the stupid trinkets scattered about the room.

Another few minutes and the congregation once again started outside, and soon Sam and Dean were on the official Mystery Shack tour. They got a couple dirty looks from 'Mr. Mystery', the man behind the entire sham that was this poor excuse for a tourist trap. Most of the objects in the museum were complete blasphemy, but a couple more out of the way pieces caught the brother's attention. Sam was once again able to snatch some pictures for future researching means. The tour ended, quite short for a twenty dollar ticket, and they once again found themselves outside of the shack. With naught much else to do, they got back into the Impala and headed back to their motel room, intent on figuring out more about the artifacts they'd seen in the Mystery Shack.

Hey guys!

So I've decided that I will post each chapter individually. After reading through, I've decided that my edits/revisions will be minimal, but I will do what I can to make the story flow a bit better. Keep in note that this was written back in 2012 when Gravity Falls was brand new, so most of the references to in-show stuff are from the first 5 or so episodes. If I see anything glaringly obvious, whether it be stuff I can reference or holes in the plot, I will make a change.

I'll try and do about weekly updates, depending on how busy I get. I would've posted this chapter earlier, if not for family visiting. I'll be starting college at the end of this month, so things may be a bit spotty then.

Thank you for all the reviews! I'm glad to see people excited about this coming back :) And if you're reading this for the first time, welcome! Hope you enjoy the update!

-Missa