The Grim Adventures of Dipper and Mable
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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I THANK AND OWE GOD FOR EVERYTHING!
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Fortunately, after Grim calmed down- and had a talk with his parole officer -he decided it be best to let bygones be bygones with Stan...for NOW...
Dipper and Mable, meanwhile were kinda trying to digest the revelation of their 'grunkle'...
Well, okay, in fairness, he was STILL their Grunkle...just not their ONLY grunkle...
Turns out he faked his death and took the other grunkles identity...after a fight sent him into a giant portal...that lies beneath the house...
"Yeeeeeah...I'm tuning out here. This weird junk is more your thing bro-bro, I'm going to go find a hot yet vulnerable upper-freshman and maybe smash a beatniks guitar..." Admitted Mable as she walks off...
Despite the deception Dipper felt sympathy for Stan wanting to bring his brother home and asked if he could help rebuild the portal...
Stan sighed, "That's nice of you to offer kid. But rebuilding the portal isn't the only issue, I need to get the frequency right and track Ford to the right dimension...and to do that requires an intimate knowledge of the supernatural and various fringe sciences that despite my best efforts is still way over my head...Sixer knew how to do it...but he deliberately broke that knowledge down between his three journals, without the other two parts of it it's just goobledly-gook to me..."
"Well, maybe I can find the other two journals!" Stan rolled his eyes but shrugged. "Eh, sure, why not? What have I got to lose?" He goes over and gives Journal Number 1 to him. "Well your welcome to use this if you want, but let me tell you I've searched through this dang town for thirty years...never found bupkiss. So unless you got an ace in the hole that I don't... "
He trailed off in horror as he got the same thought that Dipper did.
"Wait, don't!" But Dipper was already off...
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"Forget it man! I'm willing to TOLERATE living with that jerk, but there's no way in the seven hells I'm doing him a favor!"
Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Fine, don't do it for Stan. Do it for the poor guy who's been trapped in another dimension for thirty years."
"Actually, contrary to popular belief, dimension hopping isn't so bad if you know what your doing. And this Ford guy was clearly an expert on the supernatural, so how bad could it have been really?" He said with an unconcerned shrug as he began to eat breakfast.
Dipper groaned, "Come on, man. What will it take for you to help me out here?"
But Grim wasn't really listening, he'd caught sight of his 'missing' picture on the milk cartoon...
"Hello? What's this? Hey, I'm not missing! I'm being held hostage by children!", he exclaims irritated.
"Hey!" Shouts an equally annoyed Dipper.
Grim sighed, "Okay, I'm sorry. Fair's fair, you've been very nice to me through all this...but that doesn't make the situation any less humiliating! What if my friends find out? I'd be the laughingstock of the underworld!"
POOF!
Suddenly a Green Imp appeared, "Grim! I found you at last! What are you doing here, man? We got heads to roll."
Grim chuckled nervously, "Just having a little breakfast, man." He deflected.
"Wow! A real imp!," Exclaimed Dipper excited
Green Imp looked at him confused, "Uh, okay... So, who's the kid?"
"That's Dipper."
"Uh...hi?" Asked Dipper nervously
The imp just waved him off dismissively, "Cute. So let's reap his wretched little soul and get the heck out of here!"
Grim sighed, he guessed he couldn't hide it any longer..., "I can't. Can you keep a secret? I-
"He's found Stan Pines! And he's going undercover to smoke him out!" Interrupted Dipper quickly, much to Grim's surprise.
"STAN PINES!" Snapped the Imp furious. "THAT TWO-TIMING SON OF A BITCH! Thanks to him I spent six months writing a 150,000 page examination of the remains of 'I P FREELY'! Even my own wife disrespected me after that, AND WHO CAN BLAME HER?!"
The imp sighed and took some deep breaths to calm down, "Okay Grim, I can see you got your hands full here. So I'll leave you be and don't worry! I won't say jack about this to anyone, don't want to risk spooking him off when your finally so close to catching that bastard!" The imp poofs off.
Grim looks at Dipper baffled, "Why'd you do that?" Dipper shrugged, "Eh, I know what it's like to be mocked..." He admitted somberly.
There was a long silence...finally Grim sighed, "Okay...what was it you needed?" He asked in reluctant resignation...
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"Right so here's the deal, finding your Grunkle in the vast multiverse would be like finding a needle in a haystack and it seems he put some kinda anti-supernatural protection on the journals so I can't find them either...but maybe we have other options..."
He searches through his trunk...
"Ah, here we go!
He pulls out a Planispheric Disk: it was six golden, triangular, "pizza slice"-shaped objects that connected together in a jigsaw-like fashion to make a circular disk with all manner of strange markings on it.
"I won this in a limbo contest from a freaky talking dog several universes over, it should be able to help you find supernatural objects in uncharted lands- and TRUST me -this place has that in spades."
"Dang this looks awesome! ...was it really okay for you to take it?" Asked Dipper in a mixture of amazement, yet concern...
Grim snorts, "It was just gathering dust with some meddling kids that seemingly had nothing better to do then stalk crazy people running around in costumes with a sixties style van...YOUR using it to rescue a dude from another dimension. What could they possibly have been doing with it that could've been more important then what your doing?"
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ZAP!
The few surviving members of the Mystery gang fled the burnt remains of yet another city as the possessed form of Professor Pericles, as the evil Anunnaki lead it's armies to crush the last semblance of resistance this universe had...
"Oh, if only we had found the Crystal Sarcophagus BEFORE Pericles freed it and the evil entity had enough time to grow powerful enough that not even the Heart of the Jaguar could stop it!" Lamented a broken and beaten Velma...
"Scooby, what were you thinking betting the disc in a limbo game of all things!" Shouted an equally battered Shaggy...
"I'm rowwy! Ry rust ranted ro ring rack Rova! Re reserved retter!" Sobbed Scooby.
Any further conversation was abruptly halted when the anunnaki minions found their hiding space and ended any hope for this universe once and for all...
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Dipper shrugged, "Yeah, your probably right..." He then fiddles with it as he gets it to work, "Alright let me fiddle with this and then I'll go get Mable-
"You want to drag your sister in the middle of a supernatural nightmare of a warzone?! Come on man, be more responsible!" Chastises Grim as Dipper hangs his head in shame, "Take the hired help, their paid for this." Said Grim flatly as he points to Wendy reclining on the front counter.
"Hey!" Shouts said redhead.
"Oh, I guess you don't want an excuse to skiv off work then."
"I'm sold." Said Wendy excited.
Dipper frowned, ordinarily he and Mable did things together...but Grim was right, this could be dangerous and Wendy looked like she could bench press a golf cart- among other things -besides, Mable specifically said she wasn't interested...she'd rather chase 'cute' boys...
Which probably meant he'd have to bail her out of jail for sexual harassment...AGAIN...but other then that she should be safe...
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"Are you a vampire!?", Asked Mable excited...
"Uh...sure, let's go with that," Said Nergal, Mesopotamian lord of the Center of the earth...
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