Stan was driving through town with the twins in the backseat. It started as a normal day, until Mabel took notice of the townsfolk. Everyone was wearing old fashioned clothing, while there were horse drawn carts in use. It was kind of neat, and a little confusing.

Before Mabel could ask, Stan began to panic. "No, no! they've encircled us with wagons, we're trapped! Nooooo-" His yelling was cut off by a bunch of coughing, for the wagons were creating quite a bit of dust in the air.

Mabel took a quick look through the window. "I have a good feeling about today."

As Dipper raised his brow at his sister, confused, their Grunkle turned to give the girl a half serious glare. Mabel shrugged, "it looks fun."

Stan groaned. "Pioneer Day is never fun, all these yahoos dress up to celebrate the founding of the town or whatever. That alone isn't something to hate about this day, but they take it a step too far, acting as if they are back then as well. Can't get anything done."

"Why didn't you just stay at home then?" Dipper asked.

Stan rolled his eyes "I usually do, but even someone like me can make a mistake. I forgot what day it was over dealing with everything after that little party we had, and the date completely escaped me."

Dipper nodded and Stan just stared at the two for a moment as he got a good look into their eyes. "I won't stop you from going around and experiencing this thing, but I warn you. If you come back talking like these wack jobs, you're dead to me."

Dipper grinned, deciding to tease his Grunkle. "Darn tootin."

Mabel held in her giggles as she joined in. "There's a badger in the turnip cellar."

As the two kids rushed to check out the festivities, giggling all the way, Stan raised his fist shouting. "Dead to me!"

The twins walked down the sidewalk, observing the festivities. Dipper had his cane out, making sure he didn't run into anyone or anything, while Mabel skipped along beside him. The girl was impressed by how everything looked, so she tried to describe the scenes to her brother. Dipper nodded along to her words but truthfully, he wasn't all that interested. Not that he didn't appreciate the effort.

Although, it did seem like there would be some activities and events that sounded fun. Mabel then pointed out a guy marrying a woodpecker, causing Dipper to jolt slightly as he answered the unasked question. "Oh yeah, I once read that it used to be legal to marry woodpeckers."

The groom of the wedding turned as he overheard the boy. "Oh, it still is."

Dipper and Mabel were distracted from their thoughts as they heard Officer Blubs shout about some commencement ceremony, commencing. As Mabel giggled over the officer's choice in words, the twins followed the continuous sound of a bell ringing. They found Blubs and Durland on a stage, the blonde officer was having a grand old time ringing said bell.

Eventually, the founding family, the Northwests, stepped up to give a little speech, or Pacifica did as her father and mother sat back and let her deal with it for whatever reason. Pacifica delivered the speech, sounding almost rehearsed and kind of bored, making the twins question how many times she has had to give this speech.

"If you have the Pioneer Day spirit, come on up and share it."

Mabel saw a chance to add some pep into this celebration, so she rushed onto the stage. As Pacifica spoke, she turned to see who was climbing the stairs. "And our first volunteer is…"

Mabel blinked as Pacifica became slightly nervous, though hid it rather well. But after living with Dipper, it wasn't too hard to spot short 'tells' like that. The only real question, what was causing Pacifica to be even slightly nervous?

Pacifica squared her shoulders, acting in her usual fashion. "Mabel Pines, give her a hand folks."

As Mabel walked over and accepted the mic, she turned to the crowd and riled the crowd, causing them to chant U.S.A. Dipper just shook his head fondly over the chaos his sister caused.

As Pacifica rolled her eyes, she personally didn't mind too much. This day has been rather boring and repetitive for the last couple years since her father has been having her give the speech that he wrote from that first time. Preston himself however, raised a brow as his daughter practically ignored the girl's silly outfit, and failed to call out her childish antics.

So, as Pacifica started to pretty much rush Mabel off stage, after calming the audience down, Preston spoke up. "Such silliness should be left at home."

Having garnered the attention of everyone, Preston continued. "If you are going to dress and act so silly, even during our serious town festivities, you should have stayed home and watched your silly little cartoons."

Mabel blinked as she gave a forced smile. "Hi, my name is Mable Pines, it's nice to meet you."

Preston scoffed as he waved his hand. "Obviously, the pleasure is all yours. Though the name does ring a bell… Ah, yes, the little girl that lost to Pacifica recently in that little party contest that was held at that little hovel at the edge of town. Such a cheap trophy for winning, but considering who hosted it..."

Mabel's smile was becoming more and more forced as she stood there listening to this man insult her Grunkle. Mabel had trouble holding in her groan as he continued.

"Back to the issue at hand though, you should have dressed for the occasion, instead of like that. Dogs do not play basketball. You look ridiculous, and you should just move along before you embarrass yourself anymore than you already have."

"You mean like a full grown man belittling a child for acting childish?" Mabel scoffed "also, I am just visiting for the summer and didn't even know this holiday existed until about half an hour ago. When a town has a holiday to celebrate its founding, those in the know should teach those who aren't. It's basically a giant birthday party for the town itself. So, I guess since it's your party, you can cry if you want to, over being no fun."

"Yeah! What she said!" Dipper yelled from the back of the crowd then ducked as he felt eyes on him, hoping he was behind something big enough to hide him.

Preston gave his daughter a stern look and the girl cleared her throat. She looked uncomfortable for a brief moment before hiding it under a snooty mask. "Well, it is not our fault that your con-man uncle didn't tell you anything. Maybe you should leave before you embarrass yourself anymore."

Mabel blinked, shocked by her words. Not expecting them, while the two of them weren't friends per-say, she thought they got along alright at the party. For once she found herself without a retort and just left the stage, hearing the Northwest laughing at her.

"You okay?" Dipper asked once she rejoined him.

"I need some old-timey butterscotch." She informed her.

"Well, let's see if we can find some," Dipper agreed.

—-

Dipper sat next to his sister as she was snacking on her candy, face scrunched up in concentration. Mabel knew he was trying to recall something, something had triggered his memory so he was trying to think of what it was.

Mabel's thoughts drifted towards Preston's as well as Pacifica's words. The blond didn't have an outright win, it was a tie. So Pacifica must have said she won their competition, rather than explaining the whole thing to her father, but why?

Dipper suddenly snapped his fingers as he partially shouted, "that's it!" Snapping Mabel from her own thoughts.

"There is an entry in the journal concerning the founding of Gravity Falls, and how the Northwests aren't the ones that found it."

The twins both jumped as someone from behind them spoke up. "Excuse me?"

Dipper barely recognized her voice, as Mabel answered his unasked question, "Pacifica?"

Pacifica looked somewhat conflicted as Mabel turned to look at her. Dipper, not noticing her nervous look, sounded a bit offended that she would come talk to them after what was said on stage. "And what do you want?"

Pacifica took a deep breath as she had reminded herself that the boy was blind and she needed to be patient. "Well, my first reason was to explain myself. I told my father that I won the competition, Mabel left him still believing it instead of correcting him, so I figured I would at least show some appreciation for that. But now, I want to know about this whole conspiracy you just mentioned."

Mabel nudged Dipper's side. "Come on bro, let's show this grumpy Gus how the Mystery Twins do things!"

Pacifica and Dipper both wound up looking at her, or towards, in Dipper's case. Unbeknownst to the other, they rolled their eyes in the same manner, more sass in Pacifica, but the vibe was there.

As his sister's thoughts drifted a little, Dipper spoke up "well um… There's a theory I once read that your ancestor, Nathaniel Northwest, isn't the true founder of Gravity Falls."

Dipper brought their attention back to Pacifica's initial inquiry, and she could tell there was something hidden, especially when the boy tried to cover up some book as he pulled a piece of paper out, unfolding it to reveal a bunch of symbols. Pacifica wasn't going to press him, everyone had their secrets after all, whatever the book was, it was none of her business. Though she was curious as to why and how it contained this supposed conspiracy over the town's founding.

Dipper pulled out his glasses as he read over the note in the book. "In my time within Gravity Falls, I have found evidence that leads me to believe that the Northwests aren't the true founders of the town. My investigations have led me to this document, which for the life of me, I have been unable to decipher."

Pacifica crossed her arms. "Maybe because it's just rambles of a mad man."

Even though she mocked the theory, it wasn't hard to notice the genuine interest in her tone. Dipper shrugged, "we won't know until we find out. We should go to the library and see if we can find out what these symbols mean."

Pacifica nodded in approval and Mabel noticed the slight pep in her step as they made their way through town. Barely missing the sound of a radio and the excited ringing of a bell.

—-

Dipper decided that they should try and find some books on cryptology, it took some time but Mabel was able to find some. She might not like researching, but she had helped Dipper enough to be able to locate books once in a while. Though it was usually their dad that helped him with organizing his books and stuff of that nature. Because even though Dipper could do it, he struggled quite a bit.

Mabel didn't like coming back to see her brother struggling to do the task himself. The size of some of the titles made them rather hard for him to read, and he would occasionally miss a book and have to do it all over again.

Pacifica was surprised, she didn't think that Mabel could be so efficient or serious about anything. But as the twins finished gathering the needed books, Dipper put his glasses on, ready to read. After that Mabel didn't last long, having grown bored of the studying.

She rolled her eyes as she wound up sitting down next to Dipper as the two went over a couple books. Both were equally distracted with reading through the tomes, looking over different symbols from multiple sources, the only one to match being the alchemy symbol for fire.

"Maybe fire will reveal a secret message," Dipper suggested.

"Yeah. Just hold the flimsy piece of flammable material close to an open flame," Pacifica said sarcastically "nothing bad could happen with that plan."

Dipper rolled his eyes, "I meant that we should look at the document while a light is behind it, and as a last resort, there might be a second fireproof document hidden within somehow. I did not mean for our first attempt to be setting the paper itself on fire."

Pacifica nodded, "alright, I can agree with that. Where is the paper?"

As she began to look for the document, Dipper took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, feeling some fatigue settle in behind them. Pacifica turned to ask Mabel if she had seen the document, she found the girl quickly hiding a camera, and wearing a silly paper hat. Made of the very same paper she had been looking for.

"What are you doing?" She demanded.

"I made a hat!" Mabel said with a bright grin, the fluorescent lights made her braces gleam.

"With the document" Pacifica pointed out "that we need to use to find out if my family are really the founders of Gravity Falls or not."

"There's no need to be rude" Dipper said "I'm sure Mabel didn't rip it or anything if that's what you're worried about. Right Mabel?"

"Of course I didn't rip it!" Mabel said "I am an arts and crafts expert after all."

As Pacifica pulled the hat from the silly girl's head with an annoyed huff, and just when she was starting to see the serious side of her too. As she got a good look at the hat, she noticed something.

"What kind of dork makes a hidden map that was only revealed when you fold it into a hat?"

Dipper blinked as he responded to her. "If that question implies what I'm thinking you are, is it so silly that Mabel could solve it?"

Pacifica turned to answer him with a sassy and sarcastic response, when his question fully registered "...Fair enough."

Mabel was all smiles as watched the two banter, it was max adorbs. Mabel saw it, but she expects that neither of them did. She would place her money on Pacifica noticing first, but the chemistry between them was so adorable. Though she suspected only Pacifica held feelings at this time (not how subconscious they were) since doubted Dipper was all hung up on Wendy and all.

As Mabel was gushing over a new favorite ship, Pacifica looked over the map. "It looks like it leads to the museum, if I'm reading this correctly."

Dipper nodded as he finshed organized his space, before Mabel zipped by and grabbed the books, before slotting each back as they started walking out. Unbeknownst to our three sleuths, an eavesdropper was finishing up with reading a storybook to an overly excited friend. "And little bunny hoppers, hopped all the way home."

Sniffles, "that happy ending always makes me cry."

"Yeah, but we still have a job to do buddy."

—-

Pacifica had informed the twins that the museum was free for today, and as part of the festivities, each also received a balloon upon entry. Once they were inside, the twins trailed behind Pacifica as the girl followed the map to a strange painting.

As Mabel sat on the nearby bench, Dipper raised his brow at Pacifica. "How old is this museum?"

"As far as I know, it was one of the first buildings built," she said "and was just expanded on as the years have gone by. Why?"

"I am just confused on how an origami puzzle map from so many years ago was able to lead us to a clue." Dipper said with a shrug "has no one ever swapped out the artwork? Or refurbished and rearranged the floor plan?"

"You are underestimating the stubbornness of the townsfolk when it comes to leaving things as they are." Pacifica said, giving the boy a deadpan look. "I am pretty sure that even if they rearranged any artwork since the creation of this puzzle, they would move everything back just for today. And yes, before you ask, they are that bad."

Dipper chuckled, "our Grunkle finds today to be horrible."

"There is plenty about today that can get anyone to hate it," Pacifica shrugged. "And there are some instances where I just want to smack someone. But there are also good things with it, you just have to deal with all the bad if you want to enjoy them."

The two were then distracted from their conversation as Mabel gasped, they both turned. Pacifica found Mabel sitting on the bench upside down. Dipper was confused about how the shiny blob that his sister was a little off. The blurry smug that he has come to distinguish as Pacifica moved towards Mabel's, before it moved around, indicating she flipped upside down.

"It is upside down, how has no one noticed this yet? The odds of this not being noticed since its placement is so abysmal, I have no words."

Mabel flipped right-side-up and shrugged. "Don't ask me, we're only here for the summer. I only noticed it because I got bored of waiting for you two to finish your weird nerd flirting."

Pacifica jolted, causing her to fall off the bench and she jumped up to glare at Mabel. A quick look showed Dipper was distracted by one of the other art pieces.

She turned back to glare at the smirking girl. "We were not flirting so quit insinuating such things."

Mabel smirked. "Your blush isn't helping your case, and I was just teasing you two, seeing as you were ignoring me. Besides, Dipper has a crush on someone else..."

Pacifica glared at the girl's upside down smirk as she dropped her legs in front of her and stood back up, her wobbling a little as she stood up too quickly.

"I was not flirting with him, nor would I ever do so." She said "my tastes are far too refined to date someone so low on the social ladder. He has far too many flaws in his mannerisms, like how he's wearing the same ensemble from the first time I saw him, showing that he doesn't care what he looks like, walking around with that all nighter look, as ruffled and rough as he looks..." Her voice started to trail off "or how his apparent instrument is the piano, the perfect complimentary to my own violin." Mabel started to smile "stop staring at me like that."

Mabel noticed how poorly the girl chose her defenses against liking Dipper, causing Mabel to giggle. "So, you like the hardworking studious types?" She teased "also, Dipper doesn't wear the same clothes every day but they're all similar cause it's easier for him. And yeah he doesn't care how he looks, never has, even before he started going blind. That's just who he is."

"Oh… I never thought about it like that," she admitted. "The clothes thing, I mean."

"Yeah," Mabel shrugged. "I mean, if it were me going blind then I would wear the brightest, sparkliest clothes I could find!"

"You already do that," Pacifica pointed out.

"Oh right," she laughed.

"Either way, I don't have a crush. I am fully aware of my feelings, and I know for a fact, that I don't have those kinds of feelings for him. I will admit that I am enjoying spending my day with you two, this whole thing with the conspiracy has been rather fun, even if I know the end results will be different than you think."

"Well," Mabel said "you're welcome to join us anytime!"

Dipper wandered back over to them, cane in hand, "yeah," he said "this museum is pretty boring."

"You don't like art?" Pacifica asked, raising a brow.

"Eh" he shrugged, "it all looks the same to me."

"Oh," Pacifica flushed "sorry I didn't mean-"

"It's fine," the boy waved it away. "Happens all the time. So, back to the matter at hand. Did you girls find anything?"

Mabel grabbed each of their hands as she walked in between them, "yeah. I found the clue by sitting upside down, and I recognized the statue in the picture as one from the graveyard."

As his sister pulled him and Pacifica along, Dipper readjusting himself to hold his cane in his spare hand. Unknownst to him Dipper barely missed bumping into a couple adults, one comforting his friend who was crying about the lack of pink balloons. "Why did we even come here?"

—-

By the time they reached the graveyard Pacifica had managed to free her hand from Mabel's, and she studied some angel statue that was pointing off into the distance. "So, what now? Do we just follow the statue's hand?"

Dipper shrugged. "The first clue was solved by Mabel folding it into a hat, while the last one was just upside down. If the trend continues, figuring these were made by the same person, I would suspect that it won't be as simple as that."

Pacifica groaned, "I really am not going to like how this will end, am I? Why can't this mystery puzzle maker be serious even once?"

"Don't feel too bad" Dipper said "I haven't solved any either and I'm normally pretty good at this kind of stuff."

Mabel then decided to add some humor to the moment. "Look, she's picking my nose."

"Ah yes" Dipper deadpanned, not one to miss an opportunity "I can see how funny that is."

Pacifica groaned "that was really bad, you know that right?"

"No," Dipper grinned, "I can't see how bad my jokes are."

"I will pay you to stop," Pacifica said.

"How much are we talking about?" Dipper asked, genuinely curious.

Before Pacifica could answer they were interrupted by a rumbling sound as Mabel seemed to have unlocked some kind of hidden switch in the statue.

"Well, it looks like Mabel has solved another clue."

"Five hundred dollars. I will give you five hundred dollars if you stop with the puns."

Dipper turned towards her, scratching his chin as if in thought. "Well, I can see how that would tempt me into stopping. But then my puns would go unseen and we just wouldn't be eye to eye on anything."

Pacifica groaned "you just lost five hundred dollars."

He laughed, "worth it!"

"Come on you two" Mabel said "we got a cool tunnel to explore!"

"We can see that Mabel."

"At least stop making the same pun."

"Dipper," Mabel sighed, "leave her alone. I think she's had enough."

The boy pouted but followed when Mabel led him over to the tunnel.

Now done with his trolling, Dipper became serious as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Let me take the lead, I can use my cane to feel out uneven ground or booby traps and stuff."

Mabel giggled "he said traps."

Pacifica rolled her eyes, before she realized what she said. "Huh?"

Mabel turned to her. "What?"

Pacifica narrowed her eyes. "You're messing with me, aren't you?"

Dipper then took the lead with Mabel walking behind him holding his hand while he held his cane in the other and Pacifica followed. He was a bit surprised that she didn't argue with him being in front but he wasn't going to complain. Dipper had to stop them as he felt his cane bump into three floor switches, the stones sticking up with a little nudge room feeling too suspicious to him.

In the end, the three made it through safely, before the dark was too much and they slipped down what felt like a slide. The girls ended up landing on Dipper as they all face planted into a room with, somehow, better lighting.

"Ow" the boy groaned, feeling the weight of two humans on top of him. Other twelve-year-olds sure, but they were still heavy.

As the girls stood up, Mabel took a moment to help her brother up, as Pacifica was quick to shake off the cobwebs that stuck to her. "Jeez, why does everything old need to have cobwebs?"

"Because spiders tend to make their webs in undisturbed locations," Dipper said "before just leaving them there. You are basically getting a bunch of abandoned homes, possibly haunted by the dead spiders that left them, stuck on you."

Pacifica stared at him, Mabel (who was used to her brother's weird obsessions) ignored him as she took a look around the room "...Wow, that was creepy."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't a compliment."

"Oh…"

Mabel started to flip through some papers, finding some very interesting tidbits. "Hey, Benjamin Franklin was a woman. Huh, the more you know."

Pacifica rolled her eyes again. "Can we focus on what we actually came here for?"

"Well, I would be glad to look into it, but with this lighting, I am having trouble seeing much."

Pacifica glared, "you just had to make more puns, didn't you?"

"You told me to use different ones." Dipper pointed out "and it wasn't even a lie, I do have a harder time seeing in lower lighting."

"Hey guys," Mabel said, interrupting their conversation. "I think I found something."

Pacifica and Mabel went through a couple of the file cabinets, finding out some interesting facts, but Pacifica only stopped when she found a file labeled Gravity Falls Founding Cover-Up. And boy was that an interesting read.

"So it wasn't my ancestor that founded Gravity Falls, but this Quentin Trembly?" Pacifica exclaimed "who even is that, I've never heard of him before."

"We can answer that."

As the three kids turned around, they were met with Officer Blubs and Deputy Durland. Durland was breathing rather heavily as he was leaning forward, his hands on his knees for support, before collapsing forwards, revealing a large number of darts sticking out his back.

"We kind of activated a trap, and poor Durland here wasn't graceful enough to avoid them all. Don't worry buddy, you will succeed next time we run into any traps, I know you can." As Blubs spoke, he was helping Durland up, pulling the darts out, and checking him over for any other injuries, fretting as Durland smiled over his closest friend caring for him.

Blubs turned back to the kids. "Now, where were we? Oh that's right." As the officer pulled a reel out of his hat, he pulled a projector closer as Durland pulled a screen down that was on the other side of the cave.

As the reel played, Dipper was pouting over being unable to see the documentary, Mabel groaned over learning history, and Pacifica continued to look confused.

As the reel came to an end, Blubs pulled a flashlight out, pointing it at the giant amber-colored cube containing Quentin Trembley III Esquire, the eighth and a half president of the United States. "Until now."

Pacifica took a deep breath. "I can understand the guy planned this enough to leave behind clues to find him, I can accept that the authorities were too serious to figure out this silly game he put together. But I draw the line at believing you carry around a reel in your hat, just waiting to be able to pull it out at a moment's notice, or that you would know there is a projector down here, or that screen. I refuse to expect you both knew nothing of this room beforehand."

Blubs looked at the projector and screen, scratching his chin as he hummed. "Yeah, that is kind of weird, isn't it? Oh well, it all worked out in the end anyways, so no point in questioning it. Welp, time to arrest you munchkins."

"Wait, what?" The three all said in unison.

The kids were so caught off guard, it was like a scene change and they were suddenly in a box, with a cube of old peanut brittle with a body inside. Pacifica shook her head as she started to yell at the two officers. "Do you idiots know who I am? You are gonna be sued out of house, home, and life when I am through with you!"

"Sorry little lady, but these are orders from the government itself. We have to take all this stuff back to Washington, including you three, no ifs, ands, or buts about it."

The three kids all groaned as they smacked and kicked the wooden crate that held them all inside, doing their best to make a lot of noise in hopes that someone would put a stop to this.

Mabel was the first to give up as she leaned back against the side of the crate, flopping onto her rear as she slid down, groaning in defeat. "What are we going to do guys? This all seems so hopeless."

Dipper and Pacifica both gave up, out of breath as well, before turning to find Mabel picking a piece of the peanut brittle cube off and eating it. "Ew." Pacifica wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"What?" Dipper asked in confusion.

Before anything else happened, the block of peanut brittle burst apart as the man within began shouting. "Tis I! Quentin Trembley the third Esquire, eighth and a half President of the United States."

As the three kids stared in shock, Mabel's enthusiasm was reignited. "Oh my gosh, peanut brittle does have life sustaining properties. You are a genius!"

Trembley nodded, giving the girl a proud smile. "As are you, for solving my clues I had left behind."

Pacifica scoffed. "No way he actually knew she was the one to solve them, he must have been guessing, or meant to include all of us."

Trembley smiled as he turned to the girl, "actually young Northwest, I know much more than you are giving me credit for."

Pacifica's eyes widened as she scooted behind Dipper. "Lucky guess about my name?"

Dipper also looked a little uncomfortable as the president continued. "Actually, yes. You look an awful lot like your ancestor, Nathaniel Northwest. He and I were rather close, and even encouraged me to run for presidency."

"Wait?" Pacifica said "really?"

"Of course, Nathaniel and I had been friends for some time, he was even the best man at my second, third and fifth weddings."

"How…" Dipper's voice trailed off before changing the subject. "Look man, that's great and all but we really need to get out of here. Because, in case you haven't noticed, we're in a giant wooden crate on our way to be arrested by the feds or something."

Trembley never lost his smile as he spoke. "Yes, I can see that my good man."

"Glad someone can," Dipper muttered under his breath.

"I will kill you" Pacifica threatened, tired of the puns.

Trembley nodded. "A witty pun artist you are, Reginald, but now is not the time for your blind foolery."

"Uh… My name is Dipper."

As Trembley took a look around, ignoring Dipper, and growled. "My age old nemesis, we meet once again, cube shaped wood."

Dipper and Pacifica gave each other confused and slightly scared looks, Mabel just nodded along as if everything Trembley said made perfect sense. "We are going to need the silliest plan ever to get out of this one. Any suggestions, my new friends?"

Before Dipper or Pacifica could throw shade at the man, Mabel excitedly pointed out a hole. "There! A hole in the box's defenses."

"Excellent work, Madelyne. We can squeeze right through and make our escape that way."

Dipper and Pacifica could hardly believe what they were hearing, each wanting to just slam their heads against the side of the crate, the urge only growing as the full grown adult, and the reinvigorated Mabel threw themselves at the hole and did their best to go through with their crazy plan.

As the crate shook with the aforementioned adult slamming himself into the wall, somehow not getting in Mabel's way or vice versa, the crate wound up flopping open. The man slamming himself into the side, with his overall mass being greater than their fists, must have knocked some of the nails and such loose.

"Drat, we were unsuccessful. Welp, we just have to pull the crate back together and try again."

"Or, and hear me out on this, we can just leave."

"Excellent suggestion Reginald." Dipper sighed as the man once again got his name wrong, Pacifica and Mabel getting a giggle out of it.

Mabel tried opening the door to the other carts, only to come face to face with Durland, who was getting ice before he dropped the bucket and calling for Blubs about the kids escaping.

Mabel slammed the door closed, wedging something into the handle to keep it from being opened right away. Pacifica was the one to suggest the roof escape, and no one having a better idea, they all climbed onto the roof of a moving train…

Trembley led the way, Mabel not far behind, but doing her best to stay near her brother. Dipper was not far behind her, as Pacifica was right behind him. "This is worse than the time I fought Sherlock Holmes on the roof of the shack."

"Wait, what!?" Pacifica was so confused. "Is there ever going to be something you all say that makes sense?"

As Pacifica stopped focusing, she lost her footing and began to slip. Dipper, having heard the rubber of her sole slide along the metal, flipped around and grabbed her hand as she started to scream, as Mabel grabbed his own arm to help him keep his own balance.

With Pacifica's lost footing, as she was sliding towards the side of the train, her hand being held by Dipper, she looked up and caught his eye, as a blush formed on her cheeks. Dipper chuckled, "guess those shoes don't have as much traction as the newer ones, huh?"

"I can see that." Pacifica stopped smiling, and stopped blushing, and started to glare at the boy. "Your puns are infecting me, when we get through this, I am so suing you."

Dipper and Mabel both chuckled as they helped Pacifica up and back onto her feet, just in time for Blubs and Durland to catch up, even as they needed to catch their breath, particularly Blubs.

Mabel pulled Dipper's cane from his hand, which she had grabbed to make sure he didn't slip when he grabbed Pacifica, brandishing it like a weapon at the two officers. "Don't make me use this, because I will."

"My cane is not a weapon" Dipper muttered to himself.

Blubs sighed tiredly, "do you really think we want to do this kids?"

They all shrugged. Durland began to get a bit teary eyed, "we don't want to be the bad guys, but orders from the higher ups are orders. We can't just ignore them."

As Durland started to really tear up, with Blubs calming him down, Dipper had a sudden realization. "Trembley, did you ever sign the document when you were impeached?"

"Of course not, I ate a salamander, kissed my fourth wife goodbye, and jumped out the window."

Ignoring most of that, "which means that you are still president." Dipper turned where the wind was blowing, though not facing the officers directly, was still towards them. "Which means, he's your boss."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how it works," Pacifica said but Mabel shushed her.

Trembley smiled as he stepped towards Blubs and Durland. "As the president of these fine states, I order you two to let these kids and myself go. Also, take a vacation, you deserve it."

As Blubs and Durland had a little celebration, Pacifica turned towards the twins. "Are we seriously going to ignore the fact that this guy just said he ate a salamander, before jumping out a building from who knows how many floors up?"

Mabel raised her brow at the girl as Dipper took his cane back. "You're still trying to make sense of all this? And here I thought we were the ones that were just visiting Gravity Falls."

After saying goodbye to Blubs and Durland, Trembley led the kids back to town, entertaining them with riveting tales of the past, and still getting their names wrong. "In short, George Washington was a jerk."

Dipper was tired of the man getting his name wrong, Pacifica was getting tired of all the stories about famous history figures she kind of respected, revealing them to be just as ridiculous as the girl she just spent her day with. Mabel was the opposite to Pacifica, enjoying finding out that most of the most important people in history were silly.

"Well, this looks like the end of our time together."

Mabel looked sad to hear Trembley say that, and though Dipper and Pacifica were fine with the man no longer annoying them, it was still kind of sad to know he was leaving. He wasn't a bad person, and his stories were kind of funny after all.

Trembley smiled as he scanned the children. "No need to fret, I shall not leave you three with nothing."

Trembley placed a top hat on Mabel's head. "I promote you, Mabel, to congressman."

"I am legalizing everything!"

Handing Dipper a key, "the President's key, it will unlock any door within the United States! I expect great things from you, young Mason."

"Uh…" Dipper said "thanks but… How did you know my first name?"

Not responding to him, Trembley pulled out the documents proving he was the true founder of Gravity Falls. "And to you, young Pacifica, these documents to do with as you see fit."

Pacifica looked nervous as she took them. "So, you don't care whether people know you founded Gravity Falls or not?"

Trembley chuckled. "Don't be silly, it's not about the credit for doing something, it's the thrill of adventure you gain, the friends you make along the way, the marriages you have with your best friends."

Pacifica's eyes widened. "Are you implying…?"

Trembley laughed, "Nathaniel wasn't my best man at my fourth wedding for a reason, young lady. But enough about me, I have many places to be, things of these great states to make greater. Maybe I can reestablish the Depantsipation Proclamation."

"The what?" Dipper asked.

"Pants are symbols of confinement, the very antithesis of the freedom we fought for. So, off with the pants I say."

Dipper took a deep breath, "okay… good luck with that, we will miss you."

Trembley chuckled as he pointed at Dipper. "No need to be sad Reginald, I will always be right here." Trembley flipped his hand around, offering a bill. "On the negative twelve dollar bill."

He squinted at it "wow, this is worthless!"

"Less than worthless my friend. Trembley away!" Trembley finished his exit by jumping backwards, landing on a horse, facing the wrong way, causing the horse to panic a little and run off.

Dipper slumped as he groaned. "He had my real name right, and then he went back to getting it wrong. Was he messing with me each time he got my name wrong, or did he just accidentally get my name right, as he also got your girls' names right?"

Mabel shrugged. "Who knows?"

"There has to be more to the story with my ancestor."

"Oh!" Mabel lit up "maybe they were the ones who got married!"

"I doubt that" Pacifica said "gay marriage wasn't legalized, much less normal, back then."

"I don't know…" Dipper said "I mean, this is Gravity Falls after all, marrying a woodpecker is legal here. And even if they couldn't have a legal wedding it could have just been a ceremony to celebrate their relationship."

"Well" Mabel said "I guess we'll never know."

"That's the complaint," Pacifica groaned.

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Alright, finally we have a new chapter. I genuinely feel bad, for how long this took to get out… haven't really gotten much of any work done on any of my stories, obviously… Either way, this chapter hit at a sore point, we both kind of had writer's block.

So, as we were writing this chapter up, I thought of a nifty little extra, like a post credits scene, let me know what you think. Me or Isabel could be adding these after the chapter, might not be every chapter, but one or both of us might add one in if we can think of one.

=-=-=-=Supremebandit's Extra=-=-=-=

Trembley rushed into the house of his best friend, Nathaniel Northwest. The man himself turned to him and smiled. "Well, President Trembley, how is your day? I was just making some barkin soup, you want some?"

Trembley smiled at his friend. "Ah, Nathan, my best friend. I need a way to throw off some pursuers. They are trying to make me sign away my Presidency."

Nathan blinked as he filled a couple bowls, placing one in front of another seat at his table. "They can do that? Isn't that kind of against the whole freedom thing you mentioned?"

"Exactly, I don't understand why they would chase me after I ate that salamander and jumped from the fourth story window." Trembley sat down, grabbing a piece of bark from the soup and gnawing on it.

"Well, your actions make perfect sense to me."

Trembley nodded, having known his best friend would understand him, no one else ever did. "But I need a way to hide while I enact my big plan to hide myself away."

Nathaniel hummed, scratching his chin, before an idea popped into his head. "We could get married, hide all your plotting behind preparing for the wedding, and I could hide you away as the honeymoon."

"Excellent idea my friend, you always have the best ideas."

Both men clicked their bowls together, before sipping away at the strange sparkly broth within.