Later the next day, at school, I was greeted again by no one other than Marleen.
"What'd I tell you, huh? I knew you were going to be in the next episode." She said.
I couldn't help but smile.
"What'd you think?" I asked.
"What did I think? Flippin' awesome, dude. I loved the beginning. You and Dipper get along quite nicely."
"Yeah, I think we do. What was your favorite part?"
"Probably every time you fell on your butt." She joked.
"I knew you were going to say that."
"Anyway, what are you going to do this episode?" She asked, her brows furrowing.
"I always play it by ear. I don't want to ruin anything I shouldn't."
"But you're already in the show, how can you-?"
"That's not what I meant. I meant like telling everyone about Bill, or giving the end of every episode away, or even admitting to Dipper that I-" I stopped mid sentence. Shoot.
"That you what?" She gasped. "Wait a minute, shut the front door! You like Dipper!" She says.
"Get outta here. I can't like him, he's… he's… he already likes Wendy and I can't mess that up."
"So you admit it! You DO like him!" She yelled.
"Keep your voice down. I'll admit it, I do have a teensy crush on him but what can I do? Nothing. No-th-ing. I can't get between him and Wendy. THAT my friend, will surely mess a story line in the show up."
"Oh who cares? He never gets with Wendy anyway." She tried to suggest.
"No. End of story. That is a major plot that I can't get between. I've already slapped myself, not literally, in the face many times to try and get that out of my head. Anyway, enough about that. Did I tell you?" I asked.
"Tell me what?"
"My necklace. And my bracelet."
"What about them?"
"These two together bring me into the show. It's like they're connected or something." I said, gesturing to my chest.
"Utterly fascinating. Did you contact the seller?"
"I did, but no response. I'll check my computer when I get home. Anyway, I'll catch up with you later. And watch the show tonight, I need you to see me kick some butt." I said,
"Will do. Also, I've got something for you. Lean in closer…" She ordered.
I obeyed and she leaned down to say something in my ear.
"STELDIP!" She screamed.
"Shut up!" I yelled back, annoyed with her.
The rest of the day I was not as paranoid as I was the day before. It seemed nobody noticed that the "Stella" in the show was the same Stella sitting next to them in English class. But, it seemed most people had heard about me in some way, and watched the show to check it out. Even the people who never really cared about the show watched for the heck of it.
In my free period, I heard the same conversation as I did the day before.
"Terri, have you seen the newest episode?" Boy #2, who I heard was named Trent, asked.
"I did. It's interesting, I'll give you that much." Terri said.
"I wish I could've seen more of the sword." Trent added.
"Man, what's your deal with the sword? I think I saw a little bit of Steldip in there." Terri said.
Oh, oh my God. She didn't.
"Sorry to parade into your conversation again, but how did you come up with that?" I said, barging into their conversation.
"I thought Marleen told you about the ship name she gave the new character and Dipper? Don't you two love that show?"
That son of a-
"Don't you think it's got a neat ring to it? I was looking for a new ship. I'm tired of 'Bildip' or 'Wendip.'" Trent said. Then, boy #1, who I also heard was named Richard, decided to speak.
"I think it would be nice to see a little bit of those two. The writers should introduce something there." He said.
Writers? I do my own writing, thank you very much. Hmmph. Giving the writers all the credit.
"Well, maybe something will happen." I said, and turned back around.
Idiot! Nothing can happen! What did you just do?
Unfortunately, I did not get to see Marleen again that day. We didn't have classes or lunch together so I was going to have to save my voice for her ear the next day. Lucky for her. But, that didn't mean I couldn't send an all-caps text message to her screaming:
I SWEAR TO GOD MARLEEN, TOMORROW I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!
When I got home I went straight to say hello to my mother, only to find that she was asleep on her bed.
That works.
Heading into my bedroom, I remembered I had to check my computer for an answer from the seller.
I popped the screen up and moved my fingers along the keypad. But, there was still no response.
"You're killing me." I said to into the desk as I put my head down.
No answers. I had no answers as to why the items acted the way they did. But I continued to use them nonetheless.
"Alright, time to get to it." I stood up from my desk chair and turned on my TV. I clicked on Headhunters and was engulfed by the all too familiar white flash of light.
Standing in my usual spot outside the Mystery Shack, I moved toward the door.
Inside, Dipper and Mabel were watching Duck-tective.
"Ooo, I love this show! Mind if I join you?" I said to them, standing in the doorway.
"Stella!" The both exclaimed excitedly in unison.
"Of course you can, it's getting good." Dipper said.
I sat on the floor, watching the animated TV.
"I'm afraid your services won't be required here, sir. My men have examined the evidence, and this is obviously an accident."
"An accident, constable? Or is it… Murder?!" Duck-tective quacked.
"What?!" Said the constable.
"Bologna! Utter horse radish! I need to know who committed the crime!" I shouted, upset that I couldn't see more.
Mabel dropped her sweater and gasped, "That duck is a genius!"
"Eh, it's easier to find clues when you're that close to the ground." Dipper said.
"And I bet it's easier for you since you've got that book, huh?" I said, smiling like an idiot.
"Well, you wouldn't understand, the book is far too complex for someone of your level of knowledge." He said back, his eyes a half squint, his mouth a wicked smile.
"Oh that's it, book boy, you brought it upon yourself! Let the war begin!" I yelled.
"Has the war begun?" He asked.
"Yes, it has."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I just said so."
"Did you?"
"Yes… Dipper, I just said it."
"I'm pretty sure Mabel said it."
"You didn't did you, Mabel?" I asked.
"A-ha! Point for Dipper." He said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused as everything.
"I made you second guess yourself."
I sighed in defeat, and he smiled widely.
"Oh, the storm is coming, my friend, it's coming."
"Is it?"
"UGH!" I huffed.
"And Dipper, are you saying you could outwit Duck-tective?"
"Mabel, I have very keen powers of observation. For example, just by smelling your breath, I can tell that you have been eating… an entire tube of toothpaste?!" He said after sniffing her breath.
"It was so sparkly…" Mabel said in a daze.
"And what about me, huh? What can you 'observe' about what I've been doing?" I asked him, hands on my hips.
"Being annoying?" He said.
"Oh ho ho, that's it." I rushed over to him and swiped for his shoe. It slid off as soon as my fingers came into contact.
"What the- hey! Gimme my shoe!" He ordered.
"Only if you say, 'Stella you're the best and I could never do anything without you.'" I said, a big smile plastered onto my face.
"Never!" He smiled as well, only seconds before he flung himself from the chair and tackled me. He ripped his shoe from my hands.
"Ha ha! Dipper never loses." He slid his shoe back on.
"Dang it!" I couldn't contain my uncontrollable laughter. Soon, he joined in, too.
Suddenly, Soos emerged from the doorway.
"Hey, dudes, you'll never guess what I found!" He told us.
"Buried treasure!" Dipper shouted.
"Buried- hey I was going to say that." Mabel laughed, pushing Dipper.
Soos lead us toward the door, and I figured out exactly where he was going.
"So, I was cleaning up, when I found this secret door, hidden behind the wallpaper. It's crazy bonkers creepy!" He opened the door and before us stood a ton of wax figures.
"Whoa! It's a secret wax museum!" Dipper exclaimed.
"They're so life like." Mabel said, touching Sherlock Holmes.
I walked over to where she stood with the wax figure.
"Hey Mabel, look, I think I found you a new boyfriend." I said.
"What? Where?" She scrambled to find the faked boy, and while she was distracted I moved the statue so that it was in her face.
"Hallo." I made it say.
"GAH!" She yelped and stumbled backwards.
"Good one, Stella." Dipper chuckled. "They're all so life like except for that one." He shined the flashlight on Stan.
"Hello!" Stan said, and everyone screamed except for me. I high fived him.
"Never gets old." I said.
Stan chuckled. "It's just me, your Grunkle Stan!"
Soos, Mabel, and Dipper screamed even louder and ran away in fright. I went in for another high five.
"I'm not high fiving that one." He said, and then froze.
Dang it, theme song.
After it was done, Stan gave us the tour.
"Behold the Gravity Falls Wax Museum! It was one of our most popular attractions… before I forgot all about it. I got 'em all! Genghis Khan, Sherlock Holmes," he looked at Larry King's wax figure, "some kind of, I don't know, goblin man?"
"Is anyone else getting the creeps here?" Dipper asked.
"And now for my personal favorite: wax Abraham Lincoln, right over-" All he saw was a melted puddle of wax, "Oh! Oh come, on! Who left the blinds open? Wax John Wilkes Booth, I'm looking in your direction! How do you fix a wax figure?" He said, sticking his finger in the wax.
You don't, you destroy them. Destroy them, now. I thought to myself. Start a fire and melt them all.
"Cheer up, Grunkle Stan. Where's that smile?" Mabel asked.
"Egh." Grunkle Stan grunted.
"Beep, bop, boop!" She poked Stan all over his face.
"Ow."
"Don't worry, Grunkle Stan. I'll make you a new wax figure from all this old wax!" Mabel thrilled.
"You really think you can make one of these puppies?" Stan asked her.
"Grunkle Stan, I'm an arts and crafts master. Why do you think I always have this glue gun stuck to my arm?" She tried to shake it off.
"I like your gumption, kid!"
"I don't know what that word mean, but thank you!"
Later, I hung out with Dipper and Mabel, Mabel drawing in her sketch book the design for Stan's wax figure.
Dipper drank a soda, I grabbed it and took a sip.
"Much obliged, my friend." I said.
He looked down at the drink for a moment, and handed it back to me.
"Cooties."
I slugged him on his arm and he grinned at me.
"Dipper!" Mabel shrieked. He jumped and knocked the can out of my hands.
"Smooth." I glared at him.
"What do you think of my wax figure idea? She's part fairy princess, and part horse fairy princess!"
"Maybe you should carve something from real life." Dipper suggested.
"Somebody should get some towels…" I hinted toward Dipper. He and Mabel continued talking, ignoring me.
"Like a waffle! With big arms!"
"Fine. I'll get them." I mumbled and walked into the kitchen.
Grabbing several towels, I realized they wouldn't work. A mop would be much better for sticky substances.
"Oh muse. You work in mysterious ways." Mabel said as I entered the room with a mop and bucket.
"Why's your sister talking to the ceiling?" Stan asked Dipper.
Mabel disappeared to get to work on the figure, and I continued to mop.
"Okay, that's cleaned up." I sighed with relief.
Next time I see Dipper, he's going to have a bruise on his shoulder.
I went to watch Mabel finish her masterpiece, well, Stan. Let's just say Stan.
"I think… it needs more glitter!"
"Agreed." Soos said, and he startled me. I hadn't known he was there.
I watched as Mabel tossed the entire bucket of glitter onto Wax Stan.
"I found my pants but I'm missing my- AHH!" Grunkle Stan noticed Wax Stan and fell over.
"What do you think?" Mabel asked.
"I think… the Wax Museum's back in business! So, Stella. You're going to be working the stand, ya know, since you work here and all." Stan said.
"Whatever you say, old man." I returned.
Later, Soos lead people on tours of the museum. I went over to man the stand with Dipper and Wendy.
"I can't believe this many people showed up." I heard Dipper say. I walked over and connected my fist with his shoulder.
"OW! What was that for?" He asked me, rubbing his arm.
"I had to clean up your soda mess from the floor!" I glared at him, but I softened my expression when I saw my punch actually hurt him.
"Anyway," Wendy cut in, "I bet your uncle bribed them or something."
"He bribed me." Dipper said, holding up a dollar. Wendy mirrored.
"What? He gave you guys dollars?" I asked.
"Guess he doesn't like you enough." Dipper said, sticking his tongue out at me.
"Does he like you?"
"Yeah."
"He does?"
"Yes."
"Does he, now?"
"Yes, Stella, he's my uncle."
"Are you sure he likes you?"
"Grunkle Stan, you like me right?" Dipper yelled toward Stan, who didn't hear.
"HA! Point one for Stella." I yelled.
"What? Ho- well played." Dipper said.
Grunkle Stan tapped on his microphone.
"You all know me, folks! Town darling, "Mister Mystery." Please, ladies, control yourselves!"
I giggled out loud but covered my mouth with my hand when Stan spoke to three ladies in the crowd, accompanied by flies.
"As you know, I always bring the people of this fair town novelties and befuddlements, the likes of which the world, has never known. But enough about me. Behold… me!"
The sheet covering Wax Stan is flung to the ground, showing Wax Stan to everyone who showed up. Soos made sound effects on his keyboard.
"And now a word from Mabelangelo!"
"Yeah Mabel!" I screamed toward the podium. She smiled and waved to me.
"It's Mabel, Grunkle Stan." She took the microphone. "Thank you for coming! I made this sculpture with my own two hands!" She threw up her arms, "It's covered in my blood, sweat, tears, and other fluids!"
Everyoned made disgusted noises, as I cringed and covered my mouth.
Mabel chuckled, "Yeah. I will now take questions! You there!" She pointed to McGucket.
"Old Man McGucket, local kook. Are the wax figures alive? And follow-up question, can I survive the wax man uprising?"
An idea went through my mind right at that second, but I mustn't tell you for the sake of spoilers! As I continue with this story, you will find out what went through my mind at that moment in time.
"Um… Yes! Next question!" Mabel shouted toward the crowd, to Toby Determined to be exact.
"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper. Do you really think this constitutes as a wonder of the world?"
"Your microphone's a turkey baster, Toby." Stan said.
"It certainly is-"
"Next question." Stan interrupted, and pointed to Shandra Jimenez.
"Shandra Jimenez, a real reporter. Your flyers promised free pizza with admission to this advent, is this true?"
The audience was put in a frenzy.
"There was a typo. Good night, everyone!" Smoke engulfed everyone in the ground as Stan's smoke bomb exploded.
The crowd dispersed, an angry Manly Dan smacking a pole.
"In your face!" He growled.
"I think that went well." Mabel leaned against the admission table, and caught her attention when I snickered.
"You guys mind if I sleep over tonight?" I asked, remembering that the show would take place during the night, and I wasn't going to just leave in the middle of an adventure.
"Absolutely!" Mabel said. Dipper shrugged.
We went to the Mystery Shack, Stan counting his money.
"Hot pumpkin pie! Look at all this cash! And I owe it all to one person, this guy!" He pointed to Wax Stan.
Mabel punched him jokingly.
"Ooh! Yeah, you too, ya little gremlin. Now you kids wash up. We gotta another long day of fleecing rubes tomorrow! Go, go!"
"Oh yeah, Grunkle Stan, Stella's sleeping over tonight!" Mabel yelled as she ran up the steps.
"I've got no objection! Now you kids get washed! And Stella, thanks for working with me, you little troll."
Stan's positivity was really starting to freak me out a bit.
"No problem." I say nervously and ran up the stairs.
In the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror with the twins.
"I don't have a toothbrush."
"Fwoosh." Mabel made the sound of something moving through the air and pulled out an extra toothbrush.
"Wanna have a toothbrush race?" She asked.
"Okay." Dipper answered.
"Ready, set,-"
"No… no… noooooo!" Stan interrupted me.
And so it began. From that point on, I would be extra cautious as to be aware of where the wax figures were at all times.
We looked at each other and ran downstairs to Stan.
"Wax Stan! He's been… m-murdered!" Stan wailed. Before us, a decapitated Wax Stan.
Mabel fainted, but I caught her before she hit the ground. Pretty soon, Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland were in the Shack.
"I got up to use the john, right? And when I come back, blammo! He's headless!" Stan explained.
"My expert handcrafting… besmirched. Besmiiiiirched!" Mabel cried.
"Who would do something like this?" Dipper asked.
Deputy Durland asked, "What's your opinion, Sheriff Blubs?"
"Look, we'd love to help you folks, but let's face the facts… this case is unsolvable.
"What?!" Stan, Mabel, and Dipper exclaimed. I was just kinda standing there, knowing what was going to happen. You know, the usual.
"You take that back, Sheriff Blubs!" Stan commanded.
"You're kidding, right? There must be evidence, motives. You know, I could help you if you want." Dipper said.
"He's really good. He found out who was eating our tin cans!" Mabel exclaimed.
"All signs pointed to the goat."
"But, Dipper, Stella could help you guys out, too! You two together helped figure out Norman wasn't normal!"
"Yeah, yeah, let these two help. They've got little brains in their heads." Stan urged.
"Oooh! Would you look at what we got here! City boy thinks he's gonna solve a mystery with his fancy computer phone!" Sheriff Blubs cooed. Deputy Durland mocked along as well.
"City boooy! City boooooy!"
"And you, you are adorable." Blubs said to me.
"Adorable?" I asked, anger beginning to boil within me. Nobody called me adorable unless it was a sincere compliment. That was a slap in the face. A mock as to what I was capable of. Which really wasn't much, considering I only knew what was going to happen and it wasn't like I could give it all to Dipper to help him.
Blubs and Durland laughed in both my face and Dipper's.
"Look, P.J.'s, how about you leave the investigating to the grown-ups, okay?"
Blub's walkie talkie went off. Someone trying to stuff an entire cantaloupe into their mouth.
"It's a 23-16!" Deputy Durland yelled.
"Let's move!"
The two of them ran off laughing.
"That's it! Mabel, Stella, we are all going to find the jerk who did this, and get back that head. Then we'll see who's adorable." Dipper said, then sneezed.
"Awww, you sneeze like a kitten!" Mabel and I said to him in unison. He glared at us, and then did not move. Mabel froze, I froze, the scene was frozen.
Okay, I'll just let you know when there is a commercial break. Maybe a code word? BUTTERNUT SQUASH! No, too weird. Just "commercial break" will do.
After the commercial break, it was morning. So much for a sleepover. We studied the crime scene laid out before us, Wax Stan headless on the floor.
"Wax Stan has lost his head and it's up to us to find it." Dipper said.
Mabel takes pictures while I studied the wax figure.
"Yep, he's dead alright." I tried to sound like a detective, getting all serious.
Dipper laughed and I felt my cheeks get warm.
"Now, there were a lot of unhappy customers at the unveiling." He pointed to a bulletin board tacked with pictures of suspects, "The murderer could have been anyone."
'More like something.' I thought. Wax figures aren't people, right?
"Yeah! Even us!" Mabel yelled.
"In this town, anything is possible. Ghosts, zombies, it could be months before we find our first clue."
"Hey guys, look, a clue." I stole Mabel's line.
We looked at shoeprints in the carpet with a hole in the heel of one of them.
"Footprints in the shag carpet!" Dipper exclaimed.
"They've got a hole in them." I said, continuing to steal Mabel's lines. 'Quit it, you idiot.'
"And there leading to…" Dipper trailed the shoes and they lead to an ax on the floor.
"Dun dun dunnnn." I gave suspense as the twins gasped and looked at each other.
We walked into the gift shop, Soos was with us.
"So, what do you think?" Dipper asked.
"In my opinion, this is an ax." Soos answered.
I snickered and covered my mouth with my hand.
"Wait a minute. The lumberjack!" Mabel called out.
Dipper and I gasped.
"Of course!" The three of us said in unison.
There's a pause, and I could tell that the flashback of Manly Dan punching the pole was on the T.V. screen.
"He was furious when he didn't get that free pizza." Said Dipper.
"Furious enough, for murder!" Mabel emphasized.
Soos suddenly spoke, "Oh, you mean Manly Dan. Yeah, he hangs out at this crazy intense biker joint downtown."
"Then that's where we're going." Mabel concluded.
"Dude, this is awesome. You three are like: The Mystery Triplets!" Soos said.
I almost cringed. Definitely did not have a nice ring to it like the Mystery Twins. Especially since we weren't even siblings.
"Don't call us that." Dipper sternly warned Soos.
Mabel, Dipper and I walked outside.
We noticed Stan pulling a coffin out of his car.
"Hey, give me a hand with this coffin, will ya? I'm doin' a memorial service for Wax Stan. Something small, but classy."
"Sorry, Grunkle Stan, but have got a big break in the case!" Dipper said.
"Break in the case!" Mabel added.
"Whoop whoop!" I decided to add as well.
"We're heading to the town right now to interrogate the murderer."
I looked at Dipper as he finished that. I wanted to save them the trouble so badly, tell them that Manly Dan or Toby Determined were not the murderers. But I just couldn't. I was still too scared to ruin the plot of the show.
"We have an axe!" Mabel showed Stan. "REE! REE! REE!"
"Hm, it seems like the kind of thing responsible parents wouldn't want you to do… Good thing I'm an uncle. Avenge me, kids! AVENGE MEEEE!" Stan shouted.
Later, Dipper, Mabel, and I were sneaking around behind a dumpster near Skull Fracture.
"This is the place." He gasped when the bouncer noticed him. "Got the fake ID's?"
Mabel gave him one.
"Fake ID's! Fake ID's!" I whispered a chant.
"Here goes nothing." Dipper said, glancing at Mabel and me.
"Sorry, but we don't serve miners." The bouncer said.
An angry miner spat on the road and walked off.
We walked up to the bouncer and waved our fake ID's in front of his face.
"We're here to interrogate Manly Dan the lumberjack for the murder of Wax Stan." Mabel said.
"Works for me."
The bouncer opened the door for us and we walked in.
We stepped over a body. "He's resting," Mabel said.
"Alright, let's just try to blend in, okay?" Dipper asked us.
"You bet, Dipper. Where's my beer?" I asked and sauntered off to find my beer.
"No, Stella, not like that."
"You got it, Dippingsauce." Mabel climbed up onto a chair and started talking to a biker.
Dipper noticed Manly Dan and went over to talk to him. I hung back and examined a curious looking stain on the table.
After a few minutes went by, Dipper came over and told us there was a big break in the case. Since I couldn't say who the murderer was exactly, I had to just follow them and go along with it. It wasn't bad really, I like it actually.
"Guys, it's a left handed ax. These are all our suspects. Manly Dan is right handed, that means all we have to do is find our left handed suspect and we've got our killer." Dipper said.
"Oh man, we are on fire today! Pa-zow, Pa-zow, Pa-zow!" Mabel exclaimed. We all fist bumped and checked almost everyone off the list in the time that followed.
"Guys, there's only one person left on the list." Dipper gasped.
"Of course, it all adds up!" Mabel said.
We go with the cops to The Gravity Falls Gossiper, where Toby Determined is in his office.
"Nobody move! This is a raid!" Officer Blubs yelled.
Toby fell off his seat. "Aaahh! What is this, some kind of raid?" He asked.
"Toby Determined, you're under arrest for the murder of the wax body of Grunkle Stan." Dipper stated.
"You have the right to remain impressed by our awesome detective work." Mabel added.
"Awesome detective work!" I chimed in.
"Gobbling goose feathers! I don't understand!"
"Then allow me to explain." Dipper explained the whole process to Toby, and I listened to him explain it thoroughly.
Mabel crumpled up a newspaper. "Toby Determined, you're yesterday's news."
"Boy, your little knees must be sore… from jumping to conclusions! I had nothing to do with that murder." Toby defended.
"I knew it! Wait, what did you say? Nothing? You say nothing?" Dipper asked.
"Huh? What? Could you repeat?"
"Then where were you the night of the break-in?" Officer Blubs asked.
Toby inserted a tape into a TV. He started kissing a cardboard cutout of Shandra Jimenez.
We all winced at the image displayed on the screen.
"Time stamp confirms. Toby, you're off the hook. You freak of nature."
"Hooray!" Toby gleefully chanted.
"But, but it has to be him! Check the ax for fingerprints!" Dipper drastically mentioned.
Blubs scanned the ax. "No prints."
"No prints?"
"Hey, I got a headline for you: city kids waste everyone's time!" Durland teased.
The three of us looked at each other with red faces.
Later, we all sat in chairs in the wax room with Soos and the wax figures and listened to Stan mourn.
"Kids, Soos, lifeless wax figures, thank you all for coming."
Soos blew his nose as he cried. I patted him on the shoulder.
"Some people might say it's wrong for a man to love a wax replica of himself."
"They're wrong!" Soos got up and yelled.
"Easy Soos. Wax Stan, I hope you're-"
I cut the rest out as I studied the wax figures. I got up and went to search for something I misplaced. I looked everywhere until I found it.
I was heading back to the wax room when Stan ran past me crying. It was time.
I slowly approached the room and heard Wax Sherlock Holmes talking to Dipper and Mabel.
"Congratulations, my two little sleuths, you have unburied the truth, and now we're going to bury you."
Then we froze. BUTTERNUT SQUASH!
After the commercial break, Sherlock continued talking.
"Bravo, Dipper Pines. You've uncovered our little secret. Applaud, everyone, applaud sarcastically. Uh, no, that sounds too sincere. Slow clap. There we go, nice and condescending. And where's the third one? The other girl? We can't have her running around with our secret!"
"She's somewhere." Dipper said, distracting him.
"Are you… magic?" Mabel asked, mesmerized by the talking figures.
Holmes laughed. "Are we magic? She wants to know if we're magic! We're CURSED!"
"Cursed! Cursed!' The rest of the figures chanted.
I was waiting for the right moment to make my dramatic entrance. And it was taking forever.
Holmes narrated the life of the wax figures and how it was "great and all that." Blah, blah, blah I needed my entrance.
"So you're trying to murder Grunkle Stan for real?!" Dipper gasped.
"You were right all along, Dipper! Wax people are creepy!"
"Enough! Now that you know our secret, you must… die." And there it was.
"Hey, ugly! You mess with them, you mess with me!" I glared at the wax figures, my sword in hand.
"Well, if it isn't the third wheel? I was wondering when you'd show up." Holmes smiled.
"Unless you want me to deliver your head to the fire, I'd refrain from being smart. Or messing with my friends."
"Stella, you're a genious!" Dipper yelled.
"We can melt them with hotty melty thingies!" Mabel yelled with him. They both grabbed candles from behind them.
"Anyone move and we'll melt you into candles!"
"Decorative candles!"
"You really think you can defeat us?"
"It's worth a shot." I growled before I swung my blade and sliced the head off of wax Coolio. "Now!" I hollered.
The wax figures began closing in and started attacking. I was caught in a fight with Holmes.
I swung my sword but he dodged the swipe and moved for me. I was able to bring the sword back and slice his abdomen. He reached for me and gripped my upper arm. He threw me to the side andI crashed into the table. I was going in and out for a few seconds, until I saw Holmes approach Dipper and grab a sword off the wall.
'Oh no you don't.'
I realized way too late that I changed an event in the show.
I stepped in front of Dipper and threw my blade up to connect with Holmes'. I pushed Dipper out of the way and my blade came down with Homes'. I'm pushed back into the corner and pinned against the wall like Dipper was supposed to be.
"Once you and this family are out of the way, we'll rule the night once more!"
I look toward the window Dipper was supposed to crawl out of and ran for it, right as Holmes brought his sword down.
"Don't count on it!" I yelled, squeezing myself through the window.
"Come back here, you brat!" I heard him yell.
I climbed onto the sign and slowly walked across it. Holmes followed closely behind me and finally I turned around and our swords clashed. We both tried to maintain balance on the sign. He brings his sword down and the S on in Shack falls off.
"You really think you can outwit me, girl? I'm Sherlock bleeding Holmes! Have you seen my magnifying glass?! It's enormous!"
I finally dropped my sword and started to climb off the sign. I hid behind the chimney and waited for him. His boot connects with my body and kicks me down.
"Any last words?" He asked as he raised his sword.
"Got any sunscreen?" I smiled, thanking Dipper in my mind for the comeback.
"Got any-? What?" He turned to see the sun starting to rise."
"There was nothing to it, Holmesy. Just did what a friend would do."
"Outsmarted by a child! No!" He began to melt faster. Everything but his face melted.
"Case closed!" I yelled.
Holmes falls off the roof and splashed on the ground.
I walked back inside to find Dipper and Mabel throwing the wax heads into the fire.
"What'd I miss?" I asked.
"Stella! You made it!" They exclaimed with delight, still tossing heads into the fire, though.
"Of course. I couldn't leave my favorite people." I said.
"Stella, you risked your life to save me. Thanks." Dipper walked over to me and hugged me. I felt my cheeks get warm again.
"You're welcome, Dipper." I smiled.
Stan walked in soon after. "Hot Belgian waffles! What happened to my parlor?!"
"Your wax figures turned out to be evil, so we fought them to the death!" Mabel said.
"I decapitated Larry King." Dipper said as well.
"I fought Sherlock Holmes on the roof and almost died." I said with a big smile on my face.
"Ha ha! You kids and your imaginations!"
"On the bright side, though, look what we found." Dipper handed Stan the wax head of Wax Stan.
"My head! Ha ha! I missed this guy! You done good kids! Alright, line up for affectionate noogie-ing."
He noogied Dipper and Mabel.
"And Stacy, you helped, too. High five."
"Uh, no. My name is Stella, Grunkle Stan. You deserve nothing from me." I laughed, finally high fiving the old coot.
Blubs and Durland pull up in their police car and talk to Dipper. They spat coffee into each other's faces. I laughed and realized it was time for me to go. I snuck around the house and disappeared into the light that took me.
But little did I know that Mabel was watching me.