The first few days in Gravity Falls went by fairly normal after the episode with the gnomes. Though Dipper was slightly more cautious about being near the woods, Mabel stayed closer to her brother, and Wendy kept her ax closer than usual.

The next event, which wasn't much of one, was when Stan took the kids fishing at the lake. Dipper and Mabel got to meet the town's crazy old coot, Fiddleford Mcgucket. Dipper had been disappointed that he couldn't see the lake monster, or even head out and look for it since Mabel decided it was too dangerous.

They did have plenty of fun just goofing around on Stan's boat, until Soos came by and asked if they felt like joining him on his bigger boat. Which they accepted. In short, it was a fun time of bonding between the four. Dipper was glad that he had at least some sight left and was able to take a few pictures. Though he did have trouble knowing if they turned out okay.

Today the two were having a quiet morning watching a show on Gravity Falls Public Access TV called Duck-tective. It was the only show on the channel that had audio description so Dipper was able to enjoy it too.

"I'm afraid your services won't be required here, sir."

"The Constable glared down at Duck-tective as the duck looked over the body" the voice doing the audio description said.

"My men have examined the evidence, and this is obviously an accident." The Constable said.

There was the sound of quacking coming from the TV and the audio description read the subtitles aloud. "'Accident, constable? Or is it...Murder?!' Duck-tective said and the Constable gasped, mouth dropping open and his eyes going wide."

"What?!"

Dipper smiled as he did his best to imagine how the Constable looked gasping like he heard. He missed the over the top acting in cheesy shows and movies, another thing he will never get to see again. Mabel spoke up as the show cut to commercial, "that duck is a genius!"

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Being close to the ground and being able to see the evidence up close probably also helps. But the skills of the main detective are always inflated to increase the importance of their role and elevate them to the status of main character."

"Sounds like to me that you're saying that you can outwit Duck-tective" Mabel teased.

"Maybe I am" Dipper teased back "after all, I have very keen powers of observation. For example, just by smelling your breath, I can tell that you have been eating... " He sniffed his sister's breath and wrinkled his nose at the smell "...an entire tube of toothpaste?"

"It was so sparkly" she defended.

The twins were interrupted by the sound of running footsteps "hey dudes!" Soos said "you'll never guess what I found."

Both twins immediately replied, "buried treasure!"

Soos led the two to a (formerly) hidden door "so, I was cleaning up, when I found this secret door, hidden behind the wallpaper." He opened the door and beckoned them inside "it's crazy bonkers creepy!"

Dipper squinted in the low light, it seemed like it was a single light bulb and a window. This made the room dim and harder for Dipper to see than he would under normal lighting. He could vaguely make out the blurry shapes that looked person sized. "Is this room full of dead bodies?" He asked, a tad sarcastic.

"No" Mabel said "it's full of wax figures, they're so creepy and life-like."

He poked at one "eh, I don't see it." And chuckled when Mabel groaned.

"Woah, dudes" Soos said "come look at this one."

Mabel grabbed his hand and led him to where Soos was standing "this one looks weird" she said.

"Hello." The 'statue' suddenly said. Causing the three to yell in shock. "It's just me, your Grunkle Stan!"

Soos and Mabel both screamed again, this time louder, and ran out of the room. Unfortunately Mabel had been standing right next to her brother and screamed directly into his ear. Dipper rubbed his ear with a pained look on his face.

Stan guffawed and slapped his knee and grinned at his nephew, and before he could bring up his great prank, he took notice that Dipper was rubbing his ears and cringing in pain, some tears in his eyes. "You okay there kid?"

Dipper nodded, "yeah, the yelling just hit my hearing a bit too hard."

Stan flinched himself as he kneeled down to check the kid over. "Sorry about that, I didn't plan for them to hit a note like that when I revealed myself. Need some aspirin or something?"

Dipper smiled at his Grunkle, but shook his head. "I'm good, it was pretty much the equivalent to getting smacked in the ear, it will feel better as long as I keep away from loud noises for a bit."

Stan smiled, "good on ya. Powering through the ache tends to help you build a tolerance against it, and while medicine is good for when it's too much, it tends to weaken said tolerance. But remember buddy, if you need something, don't be afraid to ask for it."

Dipper smiled happily as Stan ruffled his hat, and though the gruffness in his voice usually hid a lot of his emotion, Stan's words here came out smooth enough that Dipper could tell the man was proud of him for choosing to power through the pain, rather than take the easy way out.

Stan straightened "I'm going to go round up Mabel and Soos, you wait here."

"Sure," Dipper agreed.

—-

After Stan grabbed Soos and Mabel, he proceeded to show the three around the Mystery Shack Wax Museum, introducing them to all the wax figures he had 'bought' from a garage sale some time ago. Dipper was a little saddened as he couldn't really see the different figures, but at least these people wouldn't complain about him getting a closer look.

Stan stuck close to him and would give him a boost to get a better look at their faces when he wanted. Dipper was going to be sad when he was no longer able to do that, but for now if a person got right up into his face, he could see their features.

But who would want some random blind kid getting in their face? People tended to get weirded out when Dipper got too close to them. So he stopped.

Mabel had felt a bit bad when she got back and noticed Dipper showing signs of discomfort with his ears. She was rather familiar with Dipper's issues, like his sensitivity when it comes to loud noises, such as a scream that was right next to him.

She had immediately rushed over and hugged him when she realized her own mistake, ignoring as he reassured her he was fine. So Dipper sighed and hugged her back, he loved his sister but he just wanted her to drop the subject.

After the group was done being shown the wax statues, they found one had been melted after being left too close to the window, leaving Mabel to boast her craft skills that were the best of the family. The conversation ended with Mabel deciding to use the melted wax to make her own statue.

Now Dipper sat at the kitchen table as Mabel drew up ideas for her wax statue "oh I got it! She can be part fairy princess and part horse fairy princess!"

"Maybe you should do something from real life?" Dipper suggested.

"Like a waffle with big arms!"

"No," Dipper said "like a person, that way it can match the rest of the statues. Maybe someone in our family?"

It was at that moment Stan walked in "kids, have you seen my pants?"

Without hesitation Dipper responded "no, I haven't seen anything."

Stan chuckled lightly "fine, do you know where they are?"

"Nope."

Mabel was quiet during the exchange but Dipper could hear the sound of her pencil moving across paper "oh muse!" She finally said, sounding very happy "you work in mysterious ways!"

Mabel spent the next few days working on her wax figure, using a sheet to hide it from the family as they go by. No spoilers! After Dipper became too blind to fully enjoy more visual experiences, like movies, Mabel realized how much she missed seeing the 'first reaction'.

That look you get when you see something for the first time, the raw emotion. Dipper slowly stopped expressing it so much as he started to lose his eyesight, because things just started to become dull for him as he transitioned into being unable to see, kind of killing his overall joy of the experience. One of those things you don't realize you enjoy, until you can't see it anymore.

Mabel was standing before the sheet covered statue, having made Soos her assistant for the day, he stood at the ready to help pull the sheet off to avoid damaging the statue itself. Finally Mabel gave him go ahead and he uncovered it. The two observed it quietly.

"I think… It needs more glitter," Mabel decided.

"Agreed" Soos said, handing her the bucket and she expertly tossed the glittery contents over the statue.

It was just then Stan walked in with Dipper "I found my pants but now I'm missing my-" he then noticed the statue and fell over with a loud yelp, careful not to be too loud since Dipper was right next to him. Something he succeeded in despite his shock.

Mabel leaned over him "what do you think?"

"I think... " Stan said "the Wax Museum's back in business!"

"What is it?" Dipper asked, tilting his head. All he could see was a very sparkly person sized blob.

"It's a wax figure of Stan," Soos explained.

"Really?" Dipper asked, "That's pretty cool."

—-

The next day people from all over town came to see the reopened Wax Museum and it went as well as anyone expected it too. Despite the decent crowd that showed up the energy had been low and no one had seemed very interested. As it turned out, the only reason anyone showed up at all was because Stan had promised free pizza. Which was a big scam.

But despite all of this Mabel stayed in a good mood and called the day a success. That evening the twins went to the bathroom to brush their teeth and get ready for bed while Stan decided to watch TV with his wax self. Something Dipper thought was a bit strange but then again, his Grunkle was a weird guy.

The twins were suddenly drawn down the stairs when they heard their Grunkle scream, and as they reached the living room, Mabel gasped in shock, fainting backwards into Dipper's arms as he subconsciously caught her.

"I can really see why this would be shocking," Dipper tried to joke and then sighed "but seriously, can someone please give me some context?"

—-

Blubs and Durland were looking over the scene, neither were looking too hard, to the point where even Dipper was able to notice. Blubs scratched under his hat, "well, this case is unsolvable."

"What!?" All three Pines shouted, shocked at the lackluster work the officers were doing.

Dipper stepped forward to try to talk sense into them. "You guys aren't going to even step into the room and search for clues? Maybe I can help?"

Stan smiled as he nudged the boy forward. "Yeah, the boy has a good head on his shoulders, let him help."

Blubs and Durland frowned at one another, before returning to looking at Dipper. Officer Blubs took a breath as he thought about how to put his thoughts into words. "Listen, little buddy. Police work requires a lot from the officer handling it, and one of those requirements is a keen sense of sight. There are just far too many things you could easily miss without it." The man tried to sound gentle but his voice came off condescending like he was talking to a small child.

"I'm not stupid" Dipper protested "my eyes may not work but my brain does fine!"

Bulbs made it sound like his blindness was the only thing holding him back from helping. Dipper would admit, considering he had no choice but to face facts, his sight was a limit that made him fall short in some areas. But Dipper was smarter because of it, he worked harder to analyze what he could notice in great detail so he didn't slow others or himself down.

Blubs cleared his throat, after noticing the implications of his phrasing. "I am just saying, you would be in the way, if you can't look everything over. If you were wanting to help put everything together, you might be able to help, but without sight, you can't look over the details necessary."

It was obvious Blubs had no experience talking with a disabled person. He was nervous and trying to tell the boy it was pointless to try, without insulting him or being insensitive. Durland was just happy being able to keep quiet and let Blubs handle this.

Mabel glared at the man, not happy at how he was talking down to her brother. Stan set a hand on her shoulder, a tad worried she was going to try and hit the officer or something. "You sure there is nothing you can do?" He asked.

Blubs, thankful for the subject change, answered. "We could write up a report and look into it, but without much evidence, and with as quiet as this town is, there is probably no hope for this bit of vandalism. We will keep an eye out for that missing head though. We find the head, we find our crook."

The two left and Stan turned his attention to the kids, Mabel still had a look of righteous fury on her face while Dipper was hanging his head with an air of disappointment. "Look, I understand how frustrating that probably was" Stan said "but I should probably ask you guys to give these folks the benefit of the doubt on some issues." He said "they mean well and don't want to offend you, but it isn't everyday they have to deal with someone in your position. I am not saying they aren't idiots, heck, they buy the junk I sell, I'm just asking you to meet them halfway, and help them reach the other side."

Stan smiled as they both looked to have calmed down from Bulbs' fumbling. "I should also remind you, I am a bit in that category with them. You are the first blind person I have had any real interaction with as well. When tourists drive by the Shack, they either don't stop because blind people wouldn't enjoy the tour, and can't browse, or they act like they can see. Though I could usually tell."

Dipper nodded, he had done that a handful of times."Yeah but at least you ask me what I need instead of just assuming what I can and can't do."

Stan nodded, trying to be understanding. "Blubs was mostly just trying to talk you out of doing it yourself, while trying to turn you down gently without hurting your feelings. He probably thinks it's too dangerous for a kid to handle the case, and any parent would agree with him." He then smirked a bit mischievously "Good thing I'm an uncle! Good luck solving the case on your own, kids."

"Who said we're going to solve it?" Dipper asked.

Stan gave Dipper a flat stare, ignoring the fact the boy couldn't see it. "I know you have bad eyesight, but they were your competition, and even you can see how bad at the job they are. Besides, we both know your brain is able to think circles around the majority of the townsfolk, and with Mabel as your eyes, you will have the case solved in no time."

The pride in Stan's voice was clear as crystal, showing how much faith he had in them.

"I don't know about that…" Dipper said, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I'll think about it."

The twins headed upstairs to their attic bedroom Mabel flopped on her bed and looked over at Dipper who was climbing into his own. "Why did you tell Grunkle Stan you were going to think about solving it?" Mabel asked "we are, aren't we?"

"I don't know Mabel" Dipper sighed "I just- wait," he said "did you say 'we'?"

"Yeah, duh!" Mabel rolled her eyes "why wouldn't I?"

"Well, I just didn't want to assume you wanted to help…"

"I'm the one who made Wax Stan" Mabel pointed out "of course I want to find out who besmirched my expert handcrafting."

Dipper smiled towards his sister, feeling more confident than before. "Okay then, let's do it."

—-

The next morning saw the two siblings in the living room investigating the crime scene, Mabel had blocked the room off with some toilet paper decorated to look like police tape. Dipper was wearing his reading glasses and was kneeling on the floor with a magnifying glass, trying to keep an eye out for any clues.

"We've got two ways to go about this, the evidence we find around here, and the motive. Our list of suspects consist of everyone that was at the Wax Museum reopening the other day."

Mabel was using her camera, which she always had for Scrapbook-ertunities. "A lot of people were angry about the free pizza scam Grunkle Stan pulled."

Dipper nodded, "exactly, so we need to keep our eyes peeled, and stay focused. We need to observe the crime scene to locate a clue to help us get a lead on where to begin."

"You mean like a shoe print with a hole in it?" Mabel pointed to an indent in the carpet.

Dipper nodded, "perfect."

Dipper moved to Mabel's location, finding the shoe print she was talking about, proceeding to follow the trail, they found, "an ax!"

He smiled, "and who do we know who knows about axes?"

Both kids nodded as they spoke in unison, "Wendy." Dipper and Mabel began to search out their teenage friend, only to realize that it was her day off, and they had no idea as to where she lived. Dipper shrugged, "maybe Soos knows something?"

They soon found Soos and he looked over the axe. "In my opinion, this is an ax."

Dipper had a flat expression on his face as Mabel snapped her fingers. "Wasn't there a lumberjack at the unveiling?"

Dipper nodded as Soos replied, "you mean Manly Dan? He hangs out at this crazy intense biker joint downtown."

Dipper nodded, "then we will have to see if he will answer some questions."

Soos handed them back the ax. "Dudes, this is awesome, you're like the Mystery Twins or something."

"Never call us that" Dipper deadpanned.

"I like it!" Mabel said.

As Dipper and Mabel were walking out, heading to the address they got from Soos, they passed by Stan pulling a coffin from his trunk. "Hey, you guys mind lending me a hand here? I'm doing a memorial service for Wax Stan, something small but classy."

"Sorry Stan, but we have a break in the case and must go question our first suspect." Dipper informed him as Mabel pulled the ax out of the back pack.

"I got an ax!"

"Hm, seems like the kind of thing a responsible parent wouldn't want you doing…" Stan rubbed his chin "Good thing I'm an uncle. Avenge me kids! AVENGE MEEE!"

Dipper and Mabel were chuckling as they moved along to town, finding Stan's overdramatic style to be humorous. It didn't take too long to make it to the bar, and Soos was right, it was intense.

Dipper and Mabel stepped up to talk with the bouncer. "Hello sir, me and my sister would like to talk with Manly Dan, would he happen to be here by any chance?"

The man rubbed his chin, "I believe he is, if the only thing you plan to do is talk with a gent inside, I can allow you to enter. The barkeep won't be selling you any alcohol though, so don't bother asking him."

Dipper and Mabel both nodded, as the man opened the door for them, pulling out a walkie talkie, and messaging the barkeep to keep an eye out for them. Mabel led Dipper through the maze of men, ignoring the one that was laying on the floor. "He's sleeping."

Dipper rolled his eyes at Mabel, did she really think he couldn't hear the sounds of the guy's wrist watch scraping against the floor. The man obviously got drunk and collapsed, so technically, she wasn't wrong.

Mabel stopped so Dipper assumed she had found their suspect. "Hello Manly Dan?" he said "I was hoping you could help me and my sister out with something, just by answering a couple of questions."

Dan continued to arm wrestle the machine, barely paying attention to the thing as he continued to rack up his score. "Well, I don't see the issue with that, ask away."

Dipper smiled as he pulled the ax from his bag. "We found this ax at our house, and we believe it was used to remove the head of our Grunkle's favorite Wax figure. Is there anything you can tell us about it?"

Dan squinted at the ax, hummed slightly, and scoffed. "The most I can tell you about that ax is the fact that it's a left-handed ax. I wouldn't use that ax to pick my teeth, I only use my right hand, my manly hand."

Dipper nodded, "thank you for the assistance sir, I will let you get back to what you were doing."

Before they could get very far, Dan spoke up. "Hey, you are Stan's kids. Right?" The two nodded, "Wendy mentioned you guys had an adventure recently, and it gave her a story to tell at dinner the other day. Wendy finally believed me and her mother about our stories, and it was because you guys let her join you on your adventure. Thanks for that."

"You know Wendy?" Mabel asked.

"Of course!" Dan said in his loud voice "I helped make her!"

The twins both smiled awkwardly realizing they had all but interrogated Wendy's Dad. But the twins had another lead to follow, and it was about time they got to work. After a thank you and goodbye to the bouncer, they were off to investigate everyone on their list.

—-

Dipper and Mabel spent the better half of the afternoon going down the list of suspects, doing their best to be sneaky, without raising suspicion, the twins decided to do everything they could to find out who was left handed by collecting signatures.

Mabel figured she would take advantage and get two tasks done at once, and ask people their opinions on her crafting skills. She figured she would get people to write down someone famous for her next project.

Sadly, several people just wrote down Gideon, whoever that was.

As the two were making their way down the list, when they found themselves at the last name, Toby Determined, Dipper felt the need to ask Blubs and Durland for some backup.

This was because Mabel remembered that Toby had held the turkey baster with his left hand, indicating he was left-handed, Mabel also recalled him having a hole in his shoe, and was disappointed in the lack of a real story.

So the motive was clear, he wanted a real story. He is left-handed, so having a left-handed ax would be ideal for him. He has worn his shoes till a hole was put in them. Toby Determined was their obvious suspect, and in case he got violent they wanted someone there. Even if they were glorified meat shields for when the man went crazy to escape.

Blubs knocked on the door, Dipper having convinced them to not kick it down. Innocent until proven guilty, we don't want to cause too much of a ruckus if he can prove he's innocent. But with as much evidence as there is, he would need a rather tight alibi.

Which he had.

As they confronted Toby, and questioned him about his whereabouts during the event of Wax Stan's murder, Toby reluctantly showed them a security tape of himself being there. Making out with his cardboard cutout of Shandra Jiminez.

As the other three groaned in disgust, Dipper was the only one not affected. "Never thought I would be relieved to be blind. First time for everything I guess."

"Timestamp confirms it" Blubs said "Toby, you're off the hook. You freak of nature."

"But it has to be him," Dipper protested. "Check the axe for fingerprints!"

The two officers check it over, "nope. Nothing."

Dipper slumped his shoulder and then subconsciously flinched when he felt a hand he didn't recognize being placed on it. "Look kid" Bulbs said "we appreciate you trying to help but maybe you should leave this to the professionals. Ones who can actually see, you're just going to end up wasting everyone's time."

"But-" Dipper tried to protest.

"Go home kids." Blubs said firmly "do you two need a ride?"

"No," Mabel said. "We got it."

Toby chuckled slightly, "talk about embarrassing. Jumping to conclusions like that, wasting everyone's time, being wrong. I would be su-uper embarrassed. Heh heh heh"

Mabel glared, as the two Officers frowned at him, seeing no need to rub it in. Dipper narrowed his eyes, before widening them in shock and shouting in disgust. "Is Toby taking off his pants in that video!?"

Blubs, Durland, and Mabel each screamed in disgust and fear as they ran out the door in a panic. Dipper stopped covering his ears as he 'looked' at Toby. "I don't think I feel more embarrassed than you do actually."

Toby looked between Dipper leaving and the video. "I guess I deserve that."

—-

Dipper and Mabel went home disappointed, just in time to arrive for the memorial for Wax Stan. "Kids, Soos, lifeless wax figures. Thank you all for coming, some people might say it's wrong to love a wax replica of yourself."

Soos quickly interrupted and jumped up out of his seat, "they're wrong!"

"Easy Soos," Stan waved the man down, as he continued. "Wax Stan, I hope you're picking pockets up in wax heaven." Stan began to rub his eyes a bit as he spoke next. "I think I got some glitter in my eye."

Stan ran out the room, followed by Soos, who wanted to comfort his favorite boss.

Dipper and Mabel were still upset over their failure. The two walked over to the coffin, "How could we have made that mistake?" Dipper asked "it all added up. The motive, the murder weapon, the creepy guy. Where did we go wrong?"

Dipper placed a hand on Wax Stan's foot and frowned when he felt something off, feeling the sole of the wax foot he found that there was a hole in it. "Why is there a hole in Wax Stan's sole?"

Mabel smiled, "my guess is he doesn't have enough money to fill it. Ehh?" Dipper sent his sister a flat stare. Mabel pouted over her joke, not receiving a laugh. "Each of the wax figures have a hole there for the pole from the base to ensure they don't fall over."

Dipper's eyes widened as he started to put the new piece into the puzzle. "Mabel, the real murderers of Wax Stan…"

"Are standing right behind you."

As the two kids gasp, they turn around to find the rest of the wax statues standing up from their frozen positions. Sherlock Holmes continued to speak. "Congratulations my two young sleuths, you cracked the case. However, now that you know our secret, we must eliminate you."

"What the-" Dipper said "how?"

"Are you magic?" Mabel asked.

The wax figures began to chuckle as Holmes spoke, "magic you say? She wants to know if we're magic. We're cursed!"

Wax Holmes began to explain how Stan came about owning them, the haunted garage sale, how they put up with what people did during the day, while they were able to rule the night and have all the fun they could ever want.

At the end of his story, Holmes frowned at the two. "And now that you are aware of us and our secrets, we shall kill you and finish what we started with Stan. And we shall rule both night and day."

As the wax statues began to approach them, Dipper and Mabel began to panic and grab whatever from the table behind them and throw them at the incoming group, until Dipper grabbed and tossed a pot of hot coffee on Genghis Khan, causing the statue to melt slightly.

Mabel gasped, "we can melt them with hot melty stuff!"

Mabel grabbed the battery powered candles, handing one to Dipper, they got ready to fight. The heat from the electricity flowing through the candles proved to be hot enough as Dipper and Mabel managed to take out several of the wax figures, Dipper feeling slightly annoyed he had no idea who he was fighting, their images too blurry and none really talking to even give him a hint.

Dipper was not having as much trouble as one would expect, seeing as he didn't have to aim as thoroughly with the heat melting when it neared them. Though he did have to rely more on his hearing than Mabel did, listening for the growling and clomping the big oafs did when approaching him. There were times when Dipper reacted sooner than needed, but he was still capable of keeping up with them.

Not like they were the actual historic figures, as well as the fact they were trying to avoid the candle melting them, which while contact was ideal and quick, proximity also did the job.

Dipper was doing great against the opposition, fighting on surprisingly even ground. Until one of the remaining blobs, a completely brown one, swung something gray down at him, destroying the candle in his hand. Dipper stumbled backwards, trying to think of something.

"You have done well, for a blind child," Wax Sherlock Holmes said "but your life ends here."

Dipper could hear Mabel call to him, making him turn slightly in reflex, taking notice of the glowing light flipping through the air. Educated guess, his sister threw something that was being heated in the fireplace, the fire poker. Dipper automatically flinched as he realized that Mabel must have panicked when she noticed him facing Sherlock with a real weapon, because she would have never done something like this.

Flipping his cane from his right sleeve, he swung it up, catching Sherlock off guard, allowing himself to step back and allow the poker to stab into the floor. Dipper safely pulled the poker out with his right hand as he flipped his cane to his left.

Sherlock stared down the boy. "You appear rather skilled and I tip my cap. But things remain the same, armed or not."

Dipper smirked as he parried the attacks from Sherlock. Dipper had to focus mostly on the sounds around him to know when he needed to block and attack or move to the side. Dipper was never happier for the little tour Mabel helped him with, because it came pretty handy.

As they reached the stairs, Dipper took advantage of his short height and the railing to limit the angle where Sherlock could attack from. As Sherlock swung downward as they reached the top of the stairs, Dipper, having counted them to know when he would be at the top, jumped into the nearby room.

DIpper stood at the ready as Sherlock stepped through the door, swinging his cane around in front of him, Dipper managed to knock the sword off to the side, which allowed Dipper the chance to take a second swing with the poker, scoring a hit, the heat that remained was just barely enough to melt Sherlock's arm to the elbow.

Sherlock kicked Dipper back, causing the boy to hit the window seat. Dipper had heard the blade fall to the floor, and since he could see the brown blob that he knew was Sherlock, he reached down to pick up the sword with his remaining hand. Dipper turned around, going for where he felt a cool breeze flow from, climbing out the window, he somehow managed to reach the roof.

Sherlock was quick to follow, having the ability to see helped him catch up quickly with the boy, though he would admit, this child had much promise and skill. He used his cane to ensure he was about to step onto a surface, while he used the poker's curved tip to cling to the roof and skip needing to get a grip with his hand.

The young man was clever, and even blind, he was proving a challenge.

As Dipper slid down the peak of the roof, his thoughts went a mile a minute as he hid behind the window arch of another room. Only to shout in surprise as Sherlock barely missed the sneak attack, having tried to finish him quickly, only to botch the job.

Dipper was really hoping his plan worked, because with being on the roof, he was forced to use both his cane and the poker to aid him and he couldn't properly fight without risk of taking a step too far and falling.

As Dipper rushed to the peak, he managed to find his way to the Shack half of the Mystery Shack signs, the noise of the cane scraping across the outer side of the sign and the poker on the inner side, drawing Sherlock to his location, but it was the only way he could know he was stepping on the roof rather than off.

Dipper turned quickly to face Sherlock when the wax man dropped down off the Mystery sign, and a quick swing of his remaining arm that held the sword, and Dipper lost both his tools, and fell to his back.

Sherlock smirked at the boy. "I must congratulate you boy, you managed to disarm me once, which is impressive in itself, but the game has come to an end."

Dipper smirked, "it has been a true sight to see the great Sherlock Holmes battle a child and lose an arm."

Sherlock chuckled, "this is where I get to the point of the issue, before returning to deal with the other one. I shall have my freedom to rule this house, even if I am short-handed. Any last words my boy?"

Dipper chuckled as he decided to continue the battle of puns. "Well, I guess we'll see how you handle things with the incoming heat."

Sherlock stopped smirking as he noticed his raised hand beginning to melt. "Oh poppycock."

As the Wax Detective fullying melted Dipper let out a sigh of relief, his adrenaline fullying leaving him. Only to realize he didn't have a way of finding his way down without risk of falling.

—-

Mabel finished off the rest of the wax figures before running off to help Dipper; she found her brother sitting on the roof alive and well. "Dipper?"

He automatically turned to look at her, even though Dipper could truly see her. "Hey Mabel, I'm guessing the rest of the statues are gone."

"Yeah" she said, making her way over to him "what about Sherlock."

"He melted in the sun" Dipper said and Mabel then noticed the puddle of melted wax. "Anyways, can you help me get down?"

"Sure thing bro-bro" Mabel said, offering her arm. Dipper took it and she carefully led him back inside. "Where's your cane?"

"I don't know," Dipper admitted, "I dropped it at some point. But I think it landed on the ground."

"We can go grab it in a moment" Mabel promised, now back inside Dipper was able to let go of her. He had the house's layout memorized and could find his way around on his own.

The two headed back into the room where the rest of the fight happened and Mabel picked up Wax Stan's head from where Sherlock had stashed it. Stan walked in and looked around the room, covered in melted wax.

"Hot Belgian waffles!" He exclaimed "what happened to my parlor!?"

"Your wax figures turned out to be evil," Mabel explained "so we fought them to the death!"

"I decapitated Larry King." Dipper commented. "At least I think I did."

"You did," Mabel confirmed.

"Okay, cool."

"You kids and your imaginations," Stan laughed.

"Look what we found!" Mabel said, holding up Wax Stan's head.

"Hey you found it!" Stan said.

"Dipper did" Mabel said "he solved the case.

"Ha!" Stan said "I knew you could do it. Come here kid, time for some affectionate noogie-ing."

"Grunkle Stan I don't..." Dipper tried to protest "is there an alternative?"

"Nope" Stan grabbed Dipper, though made sure to do it gently and made sure his nephew knew he was coming. And began to lightly noogie him.

The family was interrupted by someone downstairs ringing the doorbell. The three headed down and Stan opened the door to find Blubs and Durland on their doorstep.

"Hello folks" Blubs said, "we were driving by and found these laying in your yard." The man held up Dipper's cane, and the fire poker.

Stan took them and passed the cane to Dipper "believe this is yours."

"My cane!" Dipper said, he felt it over "wow, I thought it would have snapped in half or something. But there isn't even a dent!"

"That's good," Mabel said. "I think Mom would probably bury you alive if you broke another one."

Dipper nodded in agreement and folded the cane up carefully and stashed in his vest for safe keeping.

"Oh," Stan said, suddenly grinning. "And just so you're aware, Dipper here" he placed a proud hand on the boy's shoulder "solved the case of my missing head." Stan showed off the wax head.

"How's that for a blind kid?" Mabel said smuglying.

The two officers looked at eachother "well it's very impressive" Blubs said "well done."

"Thanks," Dipper said proudly.

"And' Blubs added "we would like to apologize for doubting you."

"Yeah" Durland said "sorry."

Dipper looked surprised "wow, um thanks. And I forgive you."

Durland was still smiling as Blubs tipped his cap. "Maybe you can tell us how it all went down one of these days, Durland here just loves a good story. He is a writer, you know?"

The two wished them a good rest of their day and Stan shut the door "you okay kid?" He asked, Dipper still had a stunned look on his face.

"I… I never thought they would apologize" Dipper admitted.

"It's like I said before" Stan said "this town is full of good people. They're idiots but they mean well."

Me and Isabel hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as the last. I also should apologize for being a little lack luster in my other stories, no excuse, just hit a little writer's block with them.

Well, back to the fray, wish me luck, and as I said, enjoy.