Here it is you guys: the end of season one. And don't worry: I will not be going on a year-long hiatus like the show did. And because of… certain events, at the end Stan's POV will finally be shown. I've been waiting until now to do that, and the time has finally come. But first I have shout-outs to do!
Gamelover41592- Thanks for the review! Stan getting married won't be a part of this story; that memory and some of the others I mentioned were all in the real-life journal, so I felt like adding them in would be a cool reference to that. The Finders-Keepers law is actually one of the MANY weird laws that are in Gravity Falls. It was never mentioned in the episode, but it is on the wiki, so I included it to explain why Gideon's plan would be able to work. Quentin Trembley was REALLY messed up!
Miss Tri- Thanks for your review/Glad you're back! The cursing thing; their (almost) teens, so I do think that they would let one or two slip then and there, but I get what you are saying. The Oak Leaf; technically, it's not a character thing (go back to episode one). But I referenced a book series with that, so it could be something related to character. The fake Alex; Let's just say I have plans and a little foreshadowing was required. I'll work on giving Willow her own voice. Thanks for the review and all your advice. I owe you at the end of this!
Disclaimer: I only own Willow. Everything else belongs to Disney/Alex Hirsch/the GF team.
Dipper's POV (July 14th)
The wrecking ball crashed through the signs on top of the building. The M of the sign crashed down in front of us. I screamed. I woke up. "I just had a horrible dream that Gideon stole the deed to the Shack and kicked us out and… we all had to move in with Soos' grandma."
"That was no dream dude," Soos said from beside me. I screamed again, waking up everyone else. Why couldn't it have been a dream?!
Yesterday, Friday the 13th, had been the WORST DAY EVER! In a nutshell: Gideon summoned Bill Cipher, an evil triangle dream demon, to go into Grunkle Stan's mind and take the code to his safe. We followed him in, some stuff happened, we beat him and woke up. Not even a minute later, Gideon used dynamite to blow open the safe and steel the deed and… here we are.
Until further notice, we were all staying in Soos' living room. Grunkle Stan had taken the sofa-bed while the rest of us were in sleeping bags on the ground.
"Shh, por favor," Soos' Grandmother told me. She had fallen asleep in her chair along with us. She was a nice enough woman, although very strict about everything being clean and quiet.
"Sorry Abuelita," I told her, using the name she insisted on having me and the girls call her. Mabel got up and walked over to her, rubbing her face.
"Mabel, quit being creepy! The news is finally on!" Grunkle Stan told her. We all sat down as he turned the volume up. Shandra was standing in front a new fence that was now surrounding the Shack, Gideon beside her.
"In a movement that has all of Gravity Falls buzzing, child psychic Gideon Gleeful has taken surprise ownership of the Mystery Shack, previously belonging to area shyster Stanford Pines."
"That picture's taken out of context," Grunkle Stan stated as a photo of him in a devil costume appeared. The screen went back to Shandra and Gideon.
"Now that you have the Mystery Shack, what are planning on doing with it?" She asked him.
"I have a big announcement to make today, and I'd like to cordially invite all the good people of Gravity Falls to join me. Free admission to anyone who wears their Gideon pins! It's my face!" Gideon said, holding one of the pins up. Grunkle Stan clicked the TV off.
"I can't believe Gideon beat us. I'm normally able to save the day. This is all my fault," I said to myself.
"No, it's mine. I could have stopped Gideon before any of yesterday happened," Willow said, being vague so we didn't have to explain yesterday's events to Grunkle Stan.
"Well it looks like Mabel is going to have to be the hero of the family now. I'll defeat Gideon with my grappling hook!" She stated, holding it up proudly.
"Mabel, that thing has never helped us once," Willow told her.
"Oh yeah? Jelly grab!" Mabel fired it at a large jar of jelly, making it explode all over the wall. Abuelita grabbed a vacuum and started vacuuming the wall.
"So we lost the Shack. Look on the bright side!" Soos said excitedly. He had sat over by some race cars and a little circle track. "Now you get to live here with me! Anyone wanna play race cars? They're out of batteries but we can make pretend." He coughed twice and two Fruit Loops landed on his chest. "Would it be a new low if I ate that? Just kidding, I'm totally eating it!" We all looked over to Grunkle Stan, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes.
"We're gonna get the Shack back!"
GFF
"HELLO GRAVITY FALLS!" Gideon's voice said through the speakers that were everywhere. There was a banner hanging in the trees that said MYSTERY SHACK GRAND CLOSING, and at least half the town had showed up to the event, all wearing Gideon Pins.
In order to avoid being recognized, we were all wearing black trench coats and fedora's, Mabel insisting on a fake mustache and glasses. Soos had taped a fake beard to his face and put a NOT SOOS sign on his regular hat.
"Stay together. Don't draw attention," Grunkle Stan whispered to us: The last thing we needed was to get kicked out before we could do anything.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Gideon announced from the Shack. "I am delighted to announce my plans for the former Mystery Shack. I give you: GIDEONLAND!"
"WHAT!" We all jumped up onto the fence so we could see better. It didn't help much, but what we could see of the model was enough. It looked like an amusement park, Gideon-themed rides EVERYWHERE!
"We're gonna turn this dirty ol' shack into three square miles of Gideon-tertainment! And introducin' our new mascot! Li'l Gideon JR!"
"WADDLES!" Mabel yelled. That little creep had dressed the pig up in a pale blue suit and white wig that was taller than he was.
"THAT'S IT!" Grunkle Stan yelled. We all jumped down and pulled off our disguises, shoving our way to the front. We jumped on stage, Mabel kicking down a cardboard-cutout of Gideon as Grunkle Stan took the podium. "Listen up people! Gideon is a fraud! The kid broke in and stole my property!"
"Arrest him officers!" Mabel yelled at the cops who were sitting in the front row.
"Such accusations!" Gideon said, walking up from behind us. "Mr. Pines, I recall you gave the property to me. Look, I have the deed right here!" Gideon held the deed out, the name STANFORD PINES clearly written on the line.
"That's all the proof I need to see," Sherriff Blubs stated. Stupid Finders Keepers Law! Gideon snapped and a few of his thugs picked us up and brought us over to him.
"Get off MY property old man!" Gideon yelled, slapping one of his pins on Grunkle Stan's suit.
"I'll show you who's the ol-OW! My hearing aid! Gah!" That was weird; he had just gotten a new one. There wasn't that much time to think about it because the thugs started carrying us off stage and out of the ceremony. Willow started pacing as the rest of us leaned back against the fence and some trees.
"Don't worry guys. We'll get the Shack back somehow," Willow told us. We were both taking this hard. She kept saying that if she had had her crossbow, she could have fought Bill when Gideon summoned him, but it really was my fault. If I hadn't gotten mad at Grunkle Stan, we could have defeated Bill quicker and been back in time to stop Gideon's Plan B.
"We better." We all looked up as Wendy walked over to us. We hadn't seen her since the bat yesterday morning, so finally getting to talk to someone who was in touch with the town was good. "The town is all in with Gideonland, but if I can't work at the Shack my dad's gonna ship me upstate to work at my cousin's logging camp."
"You're leaving town? But we need you here!"
"Especially Dipper because of his giant crush on –" I elbowed Soos in the ribs. "You… calyptus trees! The kid loves eucalyptus trees!" He covered. Music started coming from the forest.
"Don't look now guys," Wendy stated, picking her bike up. Robbie walked out of the trees, a boom-box held above his head like the Say Anything movie.
"Take me back Wendy! My arms are too skinny to keep holding this boom-box forever!" He yelled as Wendy mounted her bike.
"I was never here," she told us, riding off, Robbie chasing after her.
"Let's head back guys. We can strategize better there," Grunkle Stan said. Treating this like a war wasn't helping much. None of us felt like strategizing anything, not even lunch. The phone call didn't help anything.
"Mr. Pines, there is an Elizabeth on the phone for you," Abuelita called from the kitchen. How had Mom and Dad heard about this? We didn't tell them anything! They didn't even know about the journal!
"Don't worry kids. I'll handle this," Grunkle Stan told us, walking into the kitchen to take the call. This wasn't good. The problems kept adding up. Abuelita couldn't feed all of us, there wasn't enough room in her house, and now our parents were checking on us. Grunkle Stan would tell them we were okay, but we all knew we weren't.
Gideon's POV
I threw another photo of the Pines family into the fire then looked back at journal 2. Now that I had the shack, I wanted to find journal 1 as fast as possible, and that meant plannin' out where I would look. If a bunch of random holes in the ground appeared out of nowhere, people would get suspicious.
"I been meanin' to ask you boy," Daddy said, puttin' our sad clown painting on the wall. "Shouldn't you be celebratin' Gideonland instead of stickin' your head in that there book all day?"
"Daddy, have I ever told you the true nature of this book?" He shook his head. "It was written over 30 years ago by a brilliant, unknown author who learned secrets too powerful for one man. He hid his journals where he thought no one would ever find 'em because he knew that if they were ever brought together, they would unleash a gateway to unimaginable power. I found this in the woods behind the school, and codes and maps have led me to believe that the first book is buried somewhere on this very property, and I intend to find it!"
"So that explains why you wanted the Mystery Shack so badly," Daddy realized as I grabbed a shovel.
"That's right Daddy. It's time to begin my search: For the other journal!"
Willow's POV
"Go red car!" Mabel yelled. It wasn't doing anything; just sitting there on the track. She and Soos were trying to have fun, but all it was doing was making me and Dipper more depressed.
"This would be a lot more fun with batteries," Dipper mumbled. I debated saying something creepy, but it just didn't feel right given all that was going on.
"Um, kids…" We turned around and saw Grunkle Stan walking into the room, looking upset, angry, guilty and depressed all at once. This wasn't good; the only time we had ever seen him like this was when the police were questioning him. "We've gotta talk. I've been thinking and I'm really sorry, but I can't take care of you anymore. I don't have a house or job. The plan is… you're going home. Here are your tickets; bus leaves at noon tomorrow."
We… we had to leave? Already! But we've only been here a month! There are still seven weeks left! I couldn't believe this. "Grunkle Stan, you can't give up!" I told him, failing to keep my voice under control. It was weird; I almost never cried, but this just… got to me.
"Kids, I'm sorry. I don't want you to leave either, but the best thing for everyone right now is for you to be with your parents. I lost: Gideon won. Summer's over." He put the tickets on the table and walked out, Soos chasing after him.
"That's it!" Dipper yelled, going into attack mode and messing with his watch. "We have 16 hours till the bus comes. If Grunkle Stan won't get our home back from Gideon, then we'll do it ourselves!"
"Dipper's right. Gideon has the upper hand, but we have one thing he doesn't."
"THE JOURNAL!" "Grappling Hook!" Mabel lowered it and joined me and Dipper. "Oh yeah. Journal!"
GFF (July 15th)
"Alright girls. The bus comes in three hours. We gotta get moving," Dipper told us. We had been up all night strategizing, but we couldn't think of anything. We had decided that we would do some recon before we decided anything, so that had lead us to be hiding in the bushes, watching the guards for the past half hour.
"I've got this!" Mabel announced, firing her grappling hook. It bounced off a tree and landed on Dipper's head.
"NOW will you admit that thing is useless?!" Dipper asked her, standing up. She shook her head as Dipper pulled the journal out of his vest. "Let's see… Barf fairy?"
"Yeah!" "Nope!" Mabel and I both said at the same time. Dipper turned the page.
"Butternut squash with human face and emotions?"
"Yeah!" "Nope!" Mabel and I said again. Dipper turned the page and Mabel grabbed the journal from him. "What's this about?" She asked, turning the book so it faced us. Drawn along both pages was part of a blueprint.
"We've looked at this page for hours. We think it's a blueprint for some kind of weird, futuristic super-"
"BORING!" Mabel interrupted. "To defeat Gideon and those guards we need some kind of army!"
"ARMY! That's it! The gnomes!" I announced, flipping to their page. Mabel didn't seem thrilled with the idea.
"I don't know about this guys. They probably won't help us after what happened a month ago."
"PLEASE! If anyone can convince them to help us it's you! And I don't hear any better ideas. Let's go!" I started walking into the forest, looking at the maps that lead to the gnomes. When I thought we were getting close, I looked to Dipper. "Time check?"
"Two and a half hours. We gotta do this fast."
"I wonder what gnomes do out here?" Mabel wondered. We rounded a corner and got one answer. Jeff was in a bathtub full of squirrels.
"AH!" He screamed when he saw us. "This… this is normal. This is normal for gnomes! Can't believe you came crawling back though. Changed your mind about marrying me, did ya Mabel?"
"Hardly! We need your help!" She told him.
"You want our help? After you left me at the altar! No dice!"
"What if we were able to get you a new queen? One even prettier than me?" Mabel offered.
"Her name is Gideon, and she has lovely white hair!" I added, Dipper holding his hand out. Jeff rubbed his beard for a few seconds before yelling behind him.
"Shembulock! Get my cologne!" He turned back to us and shook Dipper's hand. "It's a deal!"
GFF
"We gotta make this fast. The bus comes in an hour," Dipper told us. It had taken a while to get enough gnomes to help us, come up with a battle plan, mobilize the troops and get them into position, but now that everyone was in position, we were ready to attack.
"Let's go!" The three of us ran up to the fence and started rattling it, calling for Gideon. After a few minutes that we REALLY couldn't afford to lose, Gideon came out, flanked by two thugs. "Give us back the deed Gideon! Or else!" Dipper told him as I brought my fingers to my lips.
"Am I supposed to say or else what?" Gideon asked rhetorically.
"Yes you are supposed to say that!" Mabel yelled as I blew a sharp whistle. Gideon's thugs fell face-first on the ground, two gnomes impaled in their backs. We split up and let the gnomes break through the fence, most of them riding forest animals. The rest of the gnomes dropped in, surrounding Gideon on all sides. Their sharp heads made surprisingly good weapons.
"You're surrounded Gideon. Now give us back our deed!"
"And let the marriage ceremony begin!" Jeff added from a deer's head. Gideon sighed and reached into his jacket.
"I suppose this deed belongs to-" Gideon blew into a whistle. I guess the gnomes' ears are closer to a dog's, because they all threw their hands to their ears, some even curling into the fetal position. "Guess this thing works on gnomes too!" Gideon said to himself, blowing the whistle again.
"We'll do anything! How can we serve you your majesty?!" Jeff stated, bowing to Gideon. TRAITOR!
"Subdue them!" Gideon yelled, pointing at us. In ten seconds flat, they had us all surrounded, even holding us a few inches above the ground. Those guys were stronger than they looked.
"Let go!" I yelled, squirming a bit. My jacket moved. Something thudded on the ground. "Oh God." It was the journal.
"Of course! It all makes sense!" Gideon said, running up and grabbing the journal, flipping through the pages. "The one place I'd never think to look! Y'all had it the whole time! And to think I actually considered y'all a threat!"
"Give it back!" "I'll turn you into a porcupine!" Dipper and I yelled, me reaching for my crossbow. Gideon walked over and took it off of my hip.
"Every victory y'all had was because of your precious book!"
"Give it back or we'll-"
"You what, huh? Face it! No muscles; No brains! Y'all can't do nothin' without your precious toys! Bye-bye forever y'all!" He blew the whistle again and the gnomes carried us into the forest. Gideon's words were replaying in my head over and over; I didn't even realize we had stopped moving until I saw some squirrels jump into Jeff's pants.
"That's it. Bus should be here soon," I said, standing up and dusting off. Dipper stood up and checked his watch.
"We've got about a half hour. Let's go get packed." Mabel smacked us both upside the head, none too gently.
"What is wrong with you guys? You've never given up! You always have a plan!"
"No, the journal does! Think about it! The only courageous or cool things that have happened this past month have been because of the journal!"
"If we didn't have that thing, none of this summer would have happened. And if it did, we would be dead a long time ago. Gideon was right. Without it, we can't help anybody."
"There's gotta be something we can do!" Mabel insisted.
"We have no money, no weapons, no journal, no nothing. There's NOTHING we can do!" We all stopped. This was happening. We were supposed to stay up here all summer. But now we had to leave. Summer was over.
GFF
"Bus 52 departing Gravity Falls. All aboard." We grabbed our bags and got on the bus, walking all the way to the back row. Someone knocked on the back of the bus.
"Sorry kids, but it's for the best," Grunkle Stan said, taking a step back. Him, Wendy, Candy and Grenda had all come to say bye to us. We all waved as the bus pulled away.
"I can't believe this is happening," Dipper whispered as we got to the edge of town. I think it was then that the gravity (sorry) of the situation hit us, especially when we saw the sign that we had not expected to see for another seven weeks.
Goodbye Gravity Falls
Gideon's POV
"GET OUT!" I yelled at my parents. They were gone in less than three seconds. I sat down at the table where I had journal 2. "At last I have journal number three! WHAT?!" The Pines' journal looked almost exactly like mine; just a bit more beat-up and a monocle attached. But instead of the hand having a one written in it, like I had been expectin', there was a three in its place. "There are THREE of 'em?! Where is journal number one?! I must have all three for the power to be unlocked! But where could-PINES! They kept the first for themselves! I can't let 'em leave Gravity Falls!"
I grabbed the journals and ran outside. "YOU THERE! IS IT READY?!" I yelled up to Old Man McGucket, whom I had gotten to build me a giant Gideon robot.
"ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!" He yelled back. He did somethin' to the robot and it turned on, the eyes glowin' yellow. I got onto a platform that was attached to the foot. It started movin' into the body of the robot, then up into the head. I grabbed a special suit. It was one of the one's they use for motion-capture movies. It was all black, with a bunch of motion-sensitive balls sewn in. I got into the control room and punched my left fist down. The robot shoved the GIDEONLAND sign in its hands into the ground. It took a bit of gettin' used to too work it properly, but after a while, I was able to make the robot run. There was no way I was lettin' the Pines leave with journal one!
Willow's POV
I had finally stopped crying. But every time I started thinking about what we were leaving behind, I choked up again. I was gonna miss everything about this place. The trees, the smell, the supernatural creatures, the people, the 'earthquakes,' the places, the giant Gideon-bot chasing after us, the Shack, the journal… Wait, GIDEON-BOT?
"Guys, am I hallucinating, or is there a giant Gideon robot chasing after us?" The others turned around and saw the same thing, so this town has NOT made me go completely insane. It would have been really cool had it not been chasing us. We ran up to the front of the bus.
"What's going on dudes?" Turns out, SOOS was the bus driver! I have NEVER been happier to see him!
"Gideon-bot, behind us, FLOOR IT!" Soos nodded and started using different levers and buttons, trying to find the clutch. Eventually he got it and we sped up, but Gideon was still coming after us. I ran back to the back. We had to swerve a lot. "LOOK OUT!" The Gideon-bot jumped clear over the bus. Soos turned left up a path. He crashed through a ROAD CLOSED sign. This was not gonna end well.
"He already won! What else does he want from us?" I yelled, running back to the front. The Gideon-bot was climbing up the path after us. We got to the top of the mountain. It was the cliffs with the old mine-car bridge between them. Soos hit the breaks and spun around, stopping the bus just before it fell off the cliff. He stayed in the bus as we went through the access panel in the floor. We crawled out from under the bus and started climbing down the cliff-side to the tracks.
We were half-way across when Gideon jumped down onto the tracks. "Where is journal number one?!"
"Journal 1?" Dead-serious, we had never really thought about the other journals. I mean, we knew they existed, but we had never had a need for them. Gideon clearly didn't know that, because he started chasing us to the far side of the bridge.
"Don't play games with me!" Gideon yelled, punching the cliff. Rocks crashed down around us.
"You took the only journal we had!" "What do you want with those things?" Dipper and I yelled up to him. He grabbed me and Dipper in one hand, Mabel in the other, and brought us up to the head of the robot. We were lucky enough to have our hands free, but the most we could do was punch the robot's fingers and yell/scream a lot.
"Ya still think you're heroes?" Gideon said to us. He turned around and threw me and Dipper over his shoulder. We hit the ground. I blacked out. I came to. My head was killing me.
"Your head is bleeding," Dipper said, walking into my line of sight, hand on his nose. I reached up and touched my head. My fingers came away bloody, but it wasn't a lot, and since scalp wounds bleed more than other areas, I took that as a good sign. I sat up and my head started spinning. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I whispered, looking at him. "Your nose is broken," I told him. He nodded and wiped some of the blood away then helped me stand. I felt my head clearing. We walked over to the edge of the cliff. I was definitely feeling better. Gideon was walking away from us, Mabel calling for help.
Gideon's words from the gnome attack came back to me. You're nothin' without your precious toys. No muscles, no brains. What're you gonna do? Dipper and I looked at each other. We started walking away from the cliff. Mabel's voice got louder. We stopped. Our eyes locked. Everything changed.
It was like the Voldemort scene from Order of the Phoenix. All the bad times that have been happening recently disappeared. In its place was great memories. Finding the Journal, fishing with Grunkle Stan, the party when Alex showed up, meeting Quentin, Summerween; they were all there, among MANY others. We COULD do stuff without the Journal. Dipper was the smartest person I knew, and he could hold his own in a fight. I knew technology and wiring, and there was a giant robot behind us.
We didn't even have to talk about it. We both turned around and ran back towards the cliff. We jumped at the Gideon-bot, yelling a battle cry. "PINES!" We crashed through the eyes of the Gideon-bot. Dipper landed on Gideon and the two started fighting as I ran over to the control panel. Moving was hard because of the motion-capture suit Gideon had on.
I grabbed a pair of wire cutters and pulled off the cover of the control panel, revealing the wiring. I crawled into the panel and started looking around, trying to find the right bundle. To most people, it looked like rainbow spaghetti that got tangled up. But for me, it all made sense. In my mind, I could see through the covers too the wiring. It was almost like the bundles had labels of what they were for.
"WILLS!" Dipper called my name just as the head started spinning like crazy. I knew I only had a few seconds. I started getting turned around and becoming disoriented, hitting my head a few times. Call it what you want, but the wires I grabbed onto to keep myself stable controlled the motion-capture tech. Without even thinking, I reached up with the cutters and sliced the wires.
There was a crash, but the head stopped spinning, so I took that as a good sign. Just as a precaution, as I made my way back to the head, I cut as many wires as I could. Dipper and Mabel were waiting for me on the outside. They reached down to help me out just as the robot shook a bit.
"We'll catch up later, but this thing could fall any second. We have to-"
"DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
We looked up. Something hit the Gideon-bot. Gravity kicked in. We flew out of the head. We grabbed onto each other. Three seconds. ZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP. Two seconds. Whiplash. We were still falling, but it was gradual and slow, not a free-fall.
"GRAPPLING HOOK!" Mabel yelled as we touched down. "Told you guys it would come in handy!" She added, taking the string back into the barrel. "Whoa…"
The robot was in tatters. Limbs were scattered everywhere, wires were showing, half the head had disappeared, metal sheets scattered in the trees. The bus was standing on end through one of the eyes. It looked like the scrap yard got nuked. "Damn…"
"Guys, over here," I called, noticing something glaring towards us from under some metal parts. We walked over, the glare disappearing. It was a glass circle in a gold band, a gold chain coming off it. It was a monocle. We lifted up the metal, revealing the Journal.
"HEY!" The next few seconds were chaos. First responders, camera crews, family, friends; the entire town was coming to see what had happened. People were running around everywhere, checking on us, searching the wreckage. Gideon was beaten up but alive. As much as I hate that kid, I was glad he was okay. But when he told the cops 'what happened,' I wished he was dead.
"It was the Pines kids! The tried to attack me and blow up my statue with dynamite! Arrest 'em!"
Okay, A) Where would twelve-year-olds get dynamite? And B) How DUMB is the PD in this town? I mean, seriously! Gideon was lying through his teeth, and these guys were buying every second of it!
"He's lying!" "Gideon's a fraud!" "We didn't do anything!" The three of us insisted, but those guys didn't believe us.
"Sorry kids, but we trust Gideon, and nothing short of a miracle could ever-"
CRASH! HONK HONK! CRASH! "WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!" A familiar red El Diablo came into the mix, Grunkle Stan yelling and honking like crazy. "Stop everything! I've got somethin' to say! Just give me two minutes! Just look! You all think Gideon is so perfect and honest! 'I could never tell a lie! I'm Gideon!'"
"He more honest than you," Blubs stated as Grunkle Stan walked over to the wreckage.
"And he psychic too!" Durland added. Grunkle Stan smiled, the usual con-man glint in his eyes brighter than ever before.
"How's this for psychic?!" He kicked the robot and a piece of metal fell off, exposing the area around the chest. Inside looked like an observation room. About half of the footage was of different residence during times when they would be alone or almost alone. The other half was of the observation room itself. Grunkle Stan walked up, hit a few buttons, and the center screen was filled up with the people looking at the tech. Grunkle Stan was holding a Gideon Pin, using it to show the people. "These pins are hidden cameras! And my hearing aid was picking up the feedback! Who's the fraud now?"
He made a fist and crushed the pin, then grabbed another pin and made it fill the center screen, showing a tiny camera and microphone. Everyone else ripped their pins off and threw them on the ground, most stomping on them before turning to glare at Gideon. They all started walking towards him, making him back up against the police car. "Gideon, we gave you our trust," Durland told him, his voice quivering.
"You LIED to us!" Manly Dan growled, punching his fist into his hand. Gideon tripped and fell on his butt, scrambling backwards.
"Please I-It's not-I can… W-What're ya gonna do with me?"
"Tyler?" Blubs asked. Why Tyler Cutebiker had the final decision instead of the mayor, I had no idea. But it worked to our advantage.
"Get 'im… Get 'im!" In five seconds, Gideon was in handcuffs and being walked to the police car. Grunkle Stan walked up and stopped them.
"Just a minute." Grunkle Stan picked Gideon up by the belt and shook him a few times. An axe, keys, a book, a screwdriver and Gideon's wallet all fell out, along with some papers. Grunkle Stan reached down and picked up one of them. "I believe this belongs to me!" He stated proudly, posing for the cameras, the Mystery Shack deed in hand.
The cops put Gideon into the car and drove off as Grunkle Stan came over and hugged us. "Kids I'm sorry. I should have tried harder to get the deed back and keep you in town and you could have been killed and-"
"We love you too!" We all said, wrapping our arms around him. The rest of summer was going to be the best! He picked Mabel up and put her on his shoulders as Shandra Jimenez and her camera crew walked over to us.
"And there you have it! Local hero Stanford Pines has just exposed Li'l Gideon as a fraud. Anything you have to say to the town Stanford?" We all looked at each other, huge smiles coming onto our faces. Grunkle Stan leaned into the microphone, a genuine smile of happiness on his face.
"The Mystery Shack is back BABY!"
GFF
Before we headed back to the Shack, we went to the hospital. Good news was we weren't too bad. I mean, it wasn't great, but it could have been WAY worse. Dipper's nose was broken and he had gotten a black eye, but his nose would heal itself within a week or two. Like I said at first, the cut on my head wasn't too bad. It was an inch long on my temple, and it would scar, but my hair could hide it easily. I did have a slight concussion, but it wasn't that bad. They didn't give us any prescriptions; just bandaged us up and gave us a few pain-killers. All we had to do was take it easy for a few days.
The good news about being stuck in the hospital was that we were able to fill each other in on what had happened during the fight, which was a good thing for me because to be perfectly honest, my memories were a bit hazy. Basically, Dipper had punched Gideon with his own fist so hard that the motion-capture tech had made the robot's head spin out of control. When I cut the wires, the robot had fallen onto the track, hardly hanging on. Our fight had made the cliff start shaking, which caused the bus to come loose and fall. It had hit the robot, knocking it off the track.
We left the hospital at around three. When we got back to the Shack, Soos, Wendy, Candy, Grenda, Abuelita, Wendy's Dad and Brothers, and Wendy's friends were all there waiting to welcome us back. The Shack looked EXACTLY how it was before Gideon took over, the S even on the ground like it had been since the incident with the wax figures.
It was weird to think that that had been a less than a month ago. So much had happened since then. I couldn't wait to see what the rest of summer had in store for us. If the past month was anything to go by, things would get interesting.
It was a long few hours. The guys had done good getting the outside fixed up, but the inside had been so Gideon-ified that you LITERALLY couldn't go anywhere without seeing/smelling/hearing something that reminded us of him.
It took a good four hours, an entire dumpster, and at least $100 worth of air fresheners and scented candles, but eventually the inside of the Shack looked exactly how it had. It still smelled like Gideon a bit, but we had left all the windows and doors open, so the smell should be gone by tomorrow morning.
Speaking of tomorrow, we were going to have a Mystery Shack Grand Re-Opening celebration. And that night we were planning a big party so the town could come celebrate. The Re-Opening was mostly for tourism purposes. All in all, everything worked out fine for us Shackies, but there was still one thing that needed to be discussed.
It was around seven thirty that night. We had gotten the attic set up just how we wanted it when I took the Journal out. "Guys, we need to talk about this."
"What about it? I mean, you got it back from Gideon, right? What's the big deal?" Mabel asked.
"This is about more than just Gideon, isn't it?" Dipper realized. I nodded.
"Look, these past three days have made me realize something. I hate to say this, but Summer is not going to last forever. Gideon was clearly looking for this thing, and we saw how far he went to try to get it. There is something huge going on in this town, and these Journals are related to it. If the past month is anything to go by, things are going to get ten times weirder and more dangerous, and we are gonna need all the help we can get if we want to make it till the end of summer."
"So what are you saying?" Mabel asked. I looked at Dipper and saw the pieces click in his mind.
"You think we should tell Grunkle Stan?"
"I do," I confirmed. "I mean, this guy has been living in this town for thirty years, and he still says there is nothing weird going on. But we all know that this town isn't normal, and I think that in order to have a chance, he has to believe us about the craziness we've been saying."
"You're right," Dipper said, taking the Journal from me. "And who knows? Maybe he knows something about them that he's not telling us."
"You kids okay up here?" Speak of the devil, Grunkle Stan walked in just then to check on us. As Mabel answered him, Dipper and I shared a look, deciding that we would tell Grunkle Stan the truth.
"Hey, Grunkle Stan? We've been talking and think it's time we finally show you something." Grunkle Stan came over and sat on the bed, flipping through the Journal. "It's a Journal that we found in the woods a month ago. It has info on all of the craziness that has been going on that we've told you about. Gideon almost destroyed the whole town to get all of them. We don't know what they mean or who wrote them or where the others are, but after everything that's happened, we felt that it was finally time that you should know about it."
I had been watching Grunkle Stan's face the entire time Dipper had been explaining. His poker face was rock solid, so it was hard to tell what he was thinking. "I'm glad you kids showed me this," he said, closing the Journal. I REALLY need to work on reading people. The way he said it made it seem like we were about to get some answers, but that was SO not what happened. Instead, Grunkle Stan burst out laughing.
"Now I know where you kids have been getting it all from! Spookums and Monsters! This stupid book is filling your heads with crazy conspiracies!" SERIOUSLY?! After EVERYTHING that's happened, he STILL didn't believe it! Something is messed up in that man's head! "You gotta quit reading this fantasy stuff for your own good! Although, some of these would make great attractions! Mind if I borrow this?" Before we could answer, he stood up and walked out, laughing the entire time.
"It's all real!" "We need it!" Dipper and I called after him.
"Guys, seriously?" Mabel asked. "You don't need that book, and Grunkle Stan doesn't have to believe you guys. You defeated Gideon on your own, no journal and no help. You're heroes no matter what!"
She was right. We could do things on our own. We didn't need help from anyone or anything. "Thanks Mabel," Dipper told her.
"I still want it back though," I added. It had caused us a lot of trouble, but it had also saved our lives, and it had information that was important. Not to mention, it was like own our personal scrapbook; all the memories were written in there.
"I'm sure you'll get it back," Mabel assured us. "Grunkle Stan doesn't even believe in 90% of what's in there. What is he gonna-"
The door flew open and Soos ran in, spraying us with squirt guns. We got up and chased after him, but I was still thinking about everything. What was so special about those Journals that Gideon wanted so badly? I realized that the answer must be in the other books, but we had no idea where they were. For all we knew, they could be on the other side of the planet or in a different dimension. We might not ever find the other books, but we could start looking for the author. But that could wait until tomorrow. Mysteries were all well and good, but family is the best thing of all.
Stan's POV
Snoring, no pen clicking, no oinks; Good, the kids are asleep. I snuck away from the door to the attic and went downstairs to my office. I grabbed a lantern and Journals 2 & 3. I couldn't believe the kids had 3 all this time and hadn't told me, but it didn't matter. I had it. Now I could do what I had been trying to do for 30 years.
I walked out of my office and to the gift shop. I walked up to the vending machine and put in the code. It slid open a bit and I walked through, making sure no one was watching me. When I was SURE it was clear, I closed the machine and walked down the stairs to the top level of the basement.
I opened the control panel to the elevator and put in four symbols, then hit the down button and walked into the elevator, going down to the bottom level of the basement. The door opened and I walked into the control room. I grabbed a chair and pulled myself up to the work table, placing Journals 2 & 3 on the desk before sliding open the cover of the hidden shelf.
"I can't believe that after all these years I FINALLY have them all," I said to myself, pulling Journal 1 off the shelf. I opened all three books to the pages with the blueprints, then put them together, 1 on bottom, 2 and 3 above on the right and left, respectively. I slid over to a control panel and hit a few buttons, putting in some data. I went back and forth between the blueprint and panel a few times, but eventually, it started working. The portal was activated.
"I-It worked," I said to myself, running into the portal room. It was a triangle, pointing down, with a large circle in the middle. There were four giant lights on the floor and in the ceiling. Blue lights outlined everything. I grabbed the power lever and used all my strength to do what I had been trying for thirty years. It finally moved to the left, turning the portal on.
Blue sparks came from the center circle, flying out everywhere. Beams came from the blue lights, connecting to each other like lasers. The lights on the floor and ceiling came on, along with the center circle, bathing the room in a blinding white light. Most people would have covered their eyes, but I didn't even flinch; I had been waiting for this moment for thirty years, and I wasn't going to miss a second of it. All I did was put my hands on my hips and smile to myself. "Here we go."