Stanley asked for help: the police
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"When Ford disappeared, Stanley decided to do something he and Ford should have done years ago. Ask for help."
Monday
Stanley pushed himself up from the ground, staring at the portal where Stanford used to be floating.
"Stanford?"
He saw Ford's glasses fall to the ground in front of him. Overcome with grief he charged towards the portal and started banging on it.
"Stanford, come back! I didn't mean it!"
Seeing that he had no effect, he changed tactics and rushed to the lever.
"I just got him back. I can't lose him again."
He pushed with all his might, but the level stayed upright.
"Ah! Come on!"
He eventually realized he was having no effect and turned towards the portal again.
"Stanford!"
He then laid the journal on the ground and flipped through it. He found the schematics for the portal quickly enough, but only a third of them.
"Great! Why couldn't you have burned all this instead of calling me? Why did you not just have all the instructions in one book without the research? Why didn't you ask me for help sooner?"
Stan's eyes then began to widen in realization and he collapsed in a nearby swivel chair.
"Why didn't I ask him for help? If I went through with one of those phone calls, I would have been there for him at the start!"
He lowered his face into his hands and forced himself not to cry. After taking a few deep breaths, he began to think things over.
Ok, Stanley, you may be an idiot, but you can learn from your mistakes.
Sometimes.
Rarely.
Ok, you don't learn from your mistakes. But this time I will. Now, if Ford or I asked the other for help sooner, he wouldn't have been in another dimension. So let's ask for help finding the other journals now. Who can I ask?
Not Ma or Pa. If Ma knew, she would have called me as soon as she hung up on Ford. If Pa knew, Ma would find out and contact me.
Shermie? I doubt it, he would have come up here himself if he knew what was going on.
Our family is too far away to be of immediate help. Who can help me locally?
Stan's eyes then jumped up when he got a terrible idea.
"Ouch!"
He was quickly reminded of the burn on his shoulder and clutched it.
"Ok, deal with that first, then get help."
After searching the lab for first-aid equipment and finding nothing, he headed upstairs to search the rest of the building. Luckily the master bathroom had a first-aid kit in it. However, he was worried about the receipt saying it was bought last week and already halfway depleted.
"What were you doing Ford?"
Putting that question out of his mind, he finished treating his burn.
"I can't believe I am doing this."
He then left the Shack and went to do something he never thought he would do in his life.
Trust the police.
Gravity Falls Police Station
Stan raced through the front doors of the station and up to the front desk. A red-headed officer whose nametag was labeled "Deputy Sharp" was sitting there doing a crossword puzzle. Overlooking him from the wall was a moose head with a police cap on its head and ten others dangling from its antlers.
"Excuse me, officer?"
"One second, I've almost finished this. How many A's are in Lincon?"
Stan blinked at the unusual sensation of someone asking him a school question he knew the answer to. "None, it's spelled L-I-N-C-O-N."
Sharp looked between him and his newspaper before frowning.
"Then what should I do with the L in Washington?"
Stan ripped the paper out of the man's hand and ignored the 'hay' as he skimmed through it.
"Yeah, I'm a high school dropout and still know this entire thing is misspelled." He then slammed it down on the counter in front of the officer.
"Now, I have an emergency on my hands."
"I'll say! You either lied to an officer or admitted to lying to one in the past!"
Stan rolled his eyes. "Just because you don't know how to spell-"
"You know it's a crime to pretend to be a doctor Stanford?"
Stan realized what was going on and held up his hand while spreading his fingers.
"I'm not Stanford, I'm his twin brother Stanley. See the fingers?"
Deputy Sharp just chuckled at that. "That 'I'm my twin brother' may have fooled me with that shoplifter at the mall, and the dine-and-dasher at Greeseas, and the kid sneaking into the movie theater, and that speeder, and-"
Stan then slammed his fist into the desk.
"I DON'T CARE! My brother Ford is missing, and I need you to help me find him!"
A door to the side and an incredibly tall and broad officer entered the room. His name tag labeled him "Sheriff Bright" and he was carrying a large book titled "Laws of Gravity Falls, volume 5. Updated 1982."
"What's the matter, Deputy Sharp?"
Deputy Sharp pointed to Stan.
"Professor Ford here is telling me that he isn't Professor Ford, but his twin brother, and that he is missing."
Sheriff Bright looked between them before settling on Stan.
"Well, if you're here now, you're not missing anymore. Case closed."
Deputy Sharp then pulled out a party popper and released a cloud of confetti over Stan.
'Horray! That's the fifth one this week and it's only Saturday!"
As the officer patted the deputy on the back, Stan faced palmed.
Why is it that the first time I WANT to work with cops, they're idiots?
Stan then began to reach into his back pocket before realizing that his current ID was a fake.
"One second, I left my ID in the car."
He then raced back to the car and returned in less than a minute with his real driver's license, a picture of him and Ford, and a few other things he thought might help.
The two policemen had moved on to golfing in a little course on the side. Bright looked up from where he was teeing off.
"We waited a second as you asked, then moved on to more important things. If you wanted us to wait longer, you should have given yourself a larger buffer."
"Yeah Yeah, talk like I'm talking to kindergarteners."
At that, Sharp perked up. "Hay, how did you know I was still in kindergarten?"
Stan froze and looked at Sharp with disbelief. "How are you an officer if you haven't graduated college?"
Bright held up the book and flipped to a page before showing it to Stan. "County law says that if you can draw a gun in ink, tell the difference between a raccoon and a criminal, and sing the alphabet, you can be a deputy."
Stan read the page and found he was correct.
"Great. Is there anyone else in your department I can talk to?"
The sheriff and Deputy both pointed to the moose head hanging over the desk.
"Chief Moose here has been the head of this department for the last hundred years."
Stan rolled his eyes. "Why am I not surprised? I have my ID and a picture of me and my brother from ten years ago."
The two officers took the license and the picture and looked between them several times while Stan began writing something on a piece of paper and folded it up.
"Hun, I guess he does have a twin brother Sherif."
"I reckon he does Deputy. How do we determine which is which?"
The two looked at the picture of the two people in the picture before Shark realized the answer was staring him in the face.
"Ford wears glasses! Stan doesn't, so it is his brother that's here."
The Deputy then sighed. "Does that mean the case isn't solved?"
Sherif Bright nodded before pulling out his handcuffs. "Deputy Sharp, I am arresting you for using a party popper prematurely. You have the right to 1 hour in a cell-"
"Delay that order Sherif! The chief has new orders for you."
The two officers turned to Stan who was pointing at the moose's head. In its mouth was a folded piece of paper. Sherif Bright walked over and pulled it out before reading it aloud.
"Sherif Bright and Deputy Sharp, you are ordered to start a search for Ford Pines.
PS: Since I am a mounted moose head and do not need money, my paychecks and bank account contents are now directed to pay off all of Stanford's bills and mortgage before being redirected to Stanley's fines and debts."
Both officers stared at the note with skepticism on their faces. Stanley was sweating nervously while readying himself to run for his life.
"Well, I be. Looks like we are going to look for your brother now."
Stan rolled his eyes while releasing a sigh of relief. "Great, how soon can we start looking for Ford or any evidence on where he might be?"
"Let's just get a statement from you first."
Stan sighed. "Fine, but can we hurry it up?"
The Sherif then took out a notepad and pen.
"Ok, how do you know your brother's missing and isn't just out for ice cream?"
"Because 22 hours ago I got a postcard from him asking me to come from New Mexico to Gravity Falls." He then pulled out the postcard and handed it to the officer.
"When I got to his house, I knocked on the door. I tried the door and found it unlocked. The whole place looked like it hadn't been lived in for days or been cleaned in months. I searched the whole building from top to bottom and found no trace of him. I then came over here to ask for your help."
The sheriff nodded and folded up his notebook.
"Ok, sounds like he died."
"WHAT!"
"I'm sorry for your loss. I'll call up the corner and have a death certificate written up for him before dinner."
Stan moved up until he was face to chin with the sheriff.
"Let me make this clear. Until we find a body, he isn't dead. How about you and your deputy help me organize a search party?"
"A Party?"
Deputy Sharp reached over to his desk and pulled out a box of party poppers.
"How many more poppers do you think we will need? I only have 50 in my desk drawer. If we want more, I'll have to requisition them from the HQ."
Sherif Bight shot him a scolding look. "Deputy, you know the rules. First, we have police search the house, then we have police search the house's yard, then we search 37 rabbit hops around the yard, THEN the search party."
Stan stared at the sheriff in shock, then confusion.
"Are we talking about having many people walking through the woods in a line looking for traces of my brother or a party with cake and poppers?"
Sherif shot Stan a confused look. "Both! We have a party to make everyone happy and then people look around while they eat their cake. After they finish the cake, we stop the search to throw the plates and forks away and then continue."
Stan sighed. "Of course. When will that happen?"
Sheriff Bright looks out the window at the darkening sky. "Given how late it is, we won't be able to do a proper search until tomorrow morning. I can still call a town meeting to talk about it and maybe ask the lumberjacks and lumberjills to start searching while my deputy and I go over the house."
Deputy Sharp then turned to Bright with a disappointed look. "Sorry Sherrif, I need to call the bakery to get a cake for the town meeting."
Bright gave Sharp a pat on the shoulder. "Good point. Stan, will you be ok helping me search your brother's house again?"
Stann started nodding his head repeatedly.
"Yes! Now let's go find my brother!"
With that, Stan and Sherif Bright jumped into the police car.
"Stanley? Why are you in the back?"
Stan blinked before getting out and jumping into the shotgun seat.
"Sorry, force of habit."
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Hello Gravity Falls! To celebrate the upcoming "Book of Bill", I have decided to make this a Gravity Falls summer! This means I will be posting a chapter of this fanfic once a week, every Friday morning until
August 30th.
13 chapters for those keeping count. I already have about half pre-writen, so lets see if I can do it.
I have a if you want to support me an my New Year's Revalution of posting one fanfic of 2k words or more a week. This is also being posted on , AO3, and Tumbler.
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