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"Ah, summer." -A female voice speaks. The scene is a 90's-like depiction of a forest with a large waterfall. It shifts to a static scene of a person in the same style drinking a beer on the beach near the waterfall as two kids make sand castles in the background.-

"A time of leisure, recreation-" -The scene changes to a group in the same art style as the other scenes, all surrounding a picnic table having a picnic.- "and taking 'er easy." -scene finally ends on a shot with a little girl in the foreground, staring forward with a grin full of braces. Her face was mostly covered up by an antique looking camera, pointed straight at the screen.-

"And, for a moment at least, that included me." -A flash of light came from the camera, fading away to reveal a real life camera, being held on a tripod. A stack of gnomes with Shmebulock on top. The stack swayed and twisted so Shmebulock could reach for the picture. After shacking it a few times, the picture appears, resizing to fit the screen.-

-The picture has a group of people, all huddled together and smiling at the camera. The weirdest part is the amount of weird, magical creatures (and pig) that are included, but none of the people in the photo seem to care.-

"You see that guy in the middle?" -The female voice asks, as the middle of the photo enhances on three people who were in the middle of the photo. In the middle was a very old man with a yellow sweater with a treasure chest on it, hunched over and curling his arms around two peoples necks. His smile had a hint of devious charm.- "That's my Great Uncle Stanley! We call him Grunkle Stan. Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself." -The picture moves slightly to the right to show a tall girl with long brown hair, a smile full of braces and a big, pink sweater on with a shooting star emblem on the front. She also wore triangular earrings and was posing spectacularly.-

"That's me, Mabel Pines! The guy on left of Stan..." -The photo moves to show a shorter boy, wearing a trapper hat. He had a long, tannish coat over a red shirt, and was smiling wide, his arm around Stan.- "is my twin brother, Mason Pines! Yeah, he grew used to that name. We used to just call him Dipper, cause he got a weird birthmark."

-The photo zooms out and gets lowered to reveal everyone still posed for a second before returning to a neutral position. Stan was ruffling Mason's head as he pouted, which caused Mabel to burst out laughing at his expense.- "Its been a while since we had visited this delightful town called Gravity Falls. And I couldnt've been any happier."

-The scene changes. Most of the crowd that was in the picture left, talking excitedly amongst eachother. Only a few remained with the twins and Stan.-

"Hey man, been a while, huh? Forgot about us already?" -A tall woman jokes to Mason, lightly smacking his forearm with her hand as she bore a grin. She wore a green sweater with an ax on it and a white and blue cap, brandishing a blue pine tree on the front.-

-Mason laughs awkwardly, seemingly trying to hide pain. Despite being light, it still hurt.- "No, of course not, Wendy." -Mason apologized.- "Mom and Dad just sort of banned us from Gravity Falls." -This seemed to cause a slight outrage among their friends.-

"Yeah, she said something about 'Blah blah monsters, blah blah dangerous'." -Mabel said, doing a mocking hand motion of a mouth opening and closing. She giggled afterwards.- "And after we went on our own, we... Uh, may have gotten carried away with our futures to come back. Sorry."

"Oh, don't worry about nothing, pumpkin." -Their 'Grunkle' Stan spoke up, wrestling both twins into a hug.- "At least you two knuckleheads remembered us eventually. I would've just driven over there but I'm pretty sure I'm banned from California." -Mason laughed a bit.- "Yeah, plus you'd probably have a hard time finding me. I don't exactly have a permanent home."

"Yeah, only because you're too busy fanboying over the next 'anomaly' to uncover. Like my brother." -Grunkle Stan retorted, ruffling Masons hair.- "Hey, I don't fanboy!"

"Uh, yeah, you do. You fanboy all the time trying to uncover the reason I'm mysteriously always one millimeter taller than you!" -Mabel grinned, though Mason had a bit less fun.- "Hey, my work is serious. But I'm pretty sure you keep using my flashlight." -Mason replied, pointing accusingly at Mabel, who raises her hands in defense.- "Hey, I would NEVER do something like that! Unlike you." -She grinned. Mason, either wishing this would end or had no other objections, silently glared at her for a moment.-

"Yo, dudes, save the glaring for our glaring contest. Lets get going to the Shack already." -A gopher-like man said. He was wearing a black sweater with a gold question mark on it, and topped it off with a red fez.- "Yeah, we have a surprise waiting for you two. Don't want it to melt." -Wendy told the twins. They looked at eachother, wondering what she meant, but any excuse to see the Shack again after this long was enough.-

"Great! Lets go, Waddles!" -Mabel happily picks up the pig that had been by her feet this entire time. It oinks in appeasement as Mabel struts towards the Mystery Shack, with everyone else not too far behind.-

-Scene changes to outside the Mystery Shack. Its triangular brown roof pokes at the sky, holding up two large signs that spell 'MYSTERY SHACK'. Well, if the 'S' in 'SHACK' stayed on. Now it just says 'MYSTERY HACK'.-

"Still can't keep that 'S' on, huh?" -Mason says as he gazes on the Shack. Memories flood into his brain, some good, others... not so much.-

"Yeah, nothing seems to work, dude." -The gopher-man, named Soos, walks near the Shack, gazing halfheartedly as the large 'S', which had been resting on the roof for what seemed like ages.- "Try glue, either the goat eats it off or it somehow melts from the heat. Try hammering it in and it gets loose in 2 minutes." -He looked back at the twins and shrugged.- "I just leave it there. Gives us charm."

"Well, with Mr. Ramirez running the place, it looks... less cobwebby." -Wendy said as they entered the Shack. Much to her credit, she was right.-

"What, you criticizing how I ran things?" -Grunkle Stan asked, looking at Wendy with an eyebrow raised up. She seemed to go back and forth with herself whether to say "Yeah" or "No".- "Perhaps." -She said, and then simply walked past everyone, ending any further conversation.-

"Right..." -Stan said, before turning to the twins.- "You two don't think I ran the Shack badly, right?"

-The twins seemed about as undecided as Wendy was. Stan looked a bit disheartened, but then it faded.-

"Well, at least I did it better than Mabel." -He said.- "You're right about that." -Mabel replied.-

-They walked through the gift shop into the living room, where the recliner and tv sat. In the corner, a very ugly statue of Stan stood, its soulless eyes staring into the abyss. It creeped Mason out.- "Whats with the statue?" -Mason asked Grunkle Stan as Mabel practiced positions on the recliner as Waddles gave her imaginary points.-

"Oh, something Soos made for me. Supposed to 'capture my awesomeness, dude' or something." -Stan replied nonchalantly, watching the statue.- "It at least won't melt like the Wax Stan did."

-Mason remembered the Wax Stan, and seems a bit sad. Not for the life of Wax Stan itself, but he gathered why Stan had been attached to it, with his brother Stanford and all. He didn't say this aloud, though.-

"Yeah. Bit less of a mess to clean up, I suppose." -Mason said simply. He quickly walked out into the gift shop, eyeing the vending machine. He stood there for a while, thinking.-

"Watcha lookin' at, Dipdop?" -Mabel came from behind him, scaring him senseless.- "OH! Uh, nothing. Just thought I heard a noise." -Mason replied awkwardly. Mabel looked at him curiously, but playfully slapped his arm.- "Come on, Dipper. Its summer! You said you'd relax with me, so just chill out!"

-Mason chuckled, glancing at the vending machine.-

"Speaking of 'chilling out', come see what I made!" -Grunkle Stan walked out from behind them, motioning for them to follow. They followed him into the dining room, where on the table...-

"Witness your eyes on... a perfect scale recreation of London Bridge, built entirely out of freezie pops!" -Grunkle Stan announced proudly as he jazz-handed towards what indeed was a good looking scale replica of London Bridge, made entirely from freezie pops. Everyone clapped.-

"Thank you, thank you." -Grunkle Stan bowed like he was on a stage play.- "And even better! Just like the real London Bridge," -he patted it lightly- "its indestructi-" -it falls apart. Everyone looks at it.-

"... you guys wanna eat 200 freezie pops?"

-Everyone said something along the lines of "Sure" or "Yeah". Mabel seemed eagerly excited. She was always a sweet tooth.-

-The freezie pops were stacked on the table, with everyone eating and saying the jokes that were on the sticks aloud.- "Oh, heres one." -Mason said.- "What is a ghosts... favorite ice cream flavor?"

"OOH OOH" -Mabel screamed, which was (thankfully) muted slightly by the freezie pop halfway in her mouth. She takes it out.- "Booberry! Its obviously Booberry!"

"What about Corpse Melon?" -Stan pondered. Mabel just shouted "BOOBERRY!" again.-

-Soos finished a red freezie pop and snapped his fingers.- "Dude, how about 'Death by Chocolate'?" -Melody chuckled, Mabel just shouted "BOOBERRY!" again.-

"Could be Flavor Graveyard. That's an actual flavor." -Wendy suggested.- "I'm thinking 'Cookies and Screams'." -Mason replied, turning the stick over.- "And the answer is... huh, that's odd. Its blank."

-Grunkle Stan seemed to have something to say, but Soos smacking his hands onto the table, rattling the remaining freezie pops.- "Dude, I remember this exact scene in a pilot for a show once!" -He looked sentimental.- "Unfortunately the show never got off the ground. Sad."

-Mabel groans.- "Daaaaarrnn, I guess we'll never know what a ghosts favorite flavor is. I'm still saying its Booberry."

-Wendy laughed and ruffled her hair.- "Better luck next time, girl." -She looked at Mason- "You know, this could be a good mystery to solve."

-Mason blushed in embarrassment and looked away. Mabel pouted and said "Hey, he's supposed to be relaxing! I don't need to know THAT badly!" ("Thank goodness")-

"Aw come on, he's an adventurer." -Wendy told Mabel.- "Like me. Well, more like Stan Two," ("His names Ford, Corduroy, and you know it.") "but still. You can't keep him locked away forever."

"Yeah, but he said he would! Right, Dipper?" -Mabel said as she looked straight at him. She was about as manipulative as she is sweet. Sometimes.-

"Yeah." -He said, laughing awkwardly. Mabel seemed to accept this.- "See? He'll be fine!" -She wrapped her arm around him and pulled him in quite close, which made him uncomfortable. He wasn't gonna tell her that, though.-

-Wendy seemed more aware of Masons attitude, but didn't want to argue with Mabel.- "Whatever you say, Mabel." -She smiled.-

"So, I see you all got some of my famous sweaters!" -Mabel beamed as she complimented how they looked. Her fashion career really kicked off in high school somehow, and she had been a famous fashionista ever since. Her sweaters were comfy AND functional.-

"Of course! I couldn't miss out on getting my favorite girls merch, could I?" -Wendy said.- "Its a good thing your ax sweaters were still stocked, I heard lumberjacks all around love them."

"Yeah, and the treasure chest actually sounds like money!" -Stan said excitedly, pressing the treasure chest on his sweater. It pressed in like a button and a sound of clattering coins played.- "It was worth the $69.99 I could've used for taxes. Or groceries."

-Mabel laughed.- "Silly Grunkle, I would've given it to you for free!"

-Stan laughed heartily, before it slowed faded off. Eventually realization hit.- "Wait, what?"

"Yeah? I gave everyone free sweaters when they texted me."

-Stan seemed to ponder this before looking grumpy. Great, a whole $70 down the drain.- "You better get me my $70 back, kiddo."

"Sorry, Grunkle Stan, but I already spent it all!" -She grinned. Stan couldn't exactly be mad. He did ask for it.-

"By the way, did Grunkle Ford get his?" -Mabel asked Grunkle Stan. He looked thoughtful.-

"Uh, yeah. I think we came back here to get our sweaters after they got sent. Had to pay for that one too." -He stared at Mabel, who smiled awkwardly.-

"Speaking of Ford, where is he?" -Mason asked, having noticed Ford hadn't said a word about where he was and hadn't come to see them return.-

"Eh, some big energy readings in the Bermuda Triangle he wanted to check out. He sent me back in the Stan O' War II, said he'd go down to investigate and call me when he wants to come back." -Stan replied, looking nonchalant.- "Said he wanted me to go see you guys, since he might take a while."

-Mason watched him for a moment. He didn't know what to think about this.-

"Oh, well, hey! He'll at least be back shortly, right?" -Mabel said, almost a bit desperately. She must really miss Grunkle Ford.-

"I... I dunno, kid. Depends on how long he stays down there. Didn't exactly explain what it could've been."

"You know what, I might know." -Mason spoke up, reaching into his coat to pull out a journal. It was a dark blue and had a pine symbol on it; a gift from Mabel eight summers ago.- "I got this from Mabel last summer we were here, thanks again by the way." ("Aww, don't dimention it!") "...anyways, I actually went into the Bermuda Triangle last year to check a weird energy reading."

-He opened the journal to one of the pages, which was a two-page illustration of a ruined city underwater, with the words "LOST(?) CITY OF ATLANTIS" at the top.-

"You hear about Atlantis all the time, but I actually found it." -Mason continued. Everyone watched the drawing in awe.- "Apparently it was on an island that somehow floated on water, but excessive mining operations caused it to sink into the ocean. Its power core sometimes reactivates and sends powerful energy readings, but it doesn't last long."

"You think Fords down there now?" -Mabel asked, looking at Stan. He shrugged.- "Didn't say. We didn't exactly see it before. I wouldn't be surprised." -He chuckled- "But hey, if he is down there, maybe he's gone sleeping with the fishes!"

-Everyone stared at him, deadpan.-

"Oh come on, don't be fishy. You can't tuna jokes like these."

"I think we got it, thanks Grunkle Stan." -Mason replied. Grunkle Stan quit making fish puns.-

"Oh, Dipper, we should probably unpack our stuff in the attic." -Mabel realized, getting up to go grab her bags.- "Oh yeah, coming." -Mason replied, putting his journal away and running out to grab his bag.-

"I think summers gonna turn out fun." -Wendy said.- "Totally, dude." "It'll be interesting, at least."

-Grunkle Stan finishes another freezie pop and looks at the riddle.- "What is so fragile, saying its name breaks it?"

-Wendy, Soos and Melody stay silent.-

"... Yeah... that."

THE END

Authors Notes: Well, theres the first Episode of No More Falls finished! Did I do good?

[ ] Yes

[ ] Definitely!

[ ] Absolutely!!

Just kidding. I know I did probably maybe potentially bad. But hey, whats running if you don't trip? Probably a good run. Unfortunately I'm not athletic.

Since Episodes will be incredibly long, and because school exists, releases will be whenever I get motivation and time. So expect to have to wait a while. Sorry for any inconveniences or general pains to the neck this'll cause.

Hopefully this goes well, as it is my first fanfiction period, not just my first Gravity Falls themed fanfiction. Constructive Criticism is appreciated, but be warned:

Don't tell me my IP address. I already know it. (No I don't)

Anyways, have a swell morning, afternoon, evening, night, day, weekend, weekday, year, month, week, second, minute, hour, and whatever else time is measured in.

And remember,

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