'There was something about Norman that wasn't right,' Dipper narrates as he narrows his eyes. 'I decided to consult the journal.'

Dipper is now in the attic outside his room reading aloud from the journal. "Known for their pale skin and bad attitudes, these creatures are often mistaken for… teenager?!" As his concern grows, so does his voice. "Beware Gravity Falls's nefarious…" he gasps as the page from the journal is shown.

Gasps came from everyone in the room, as well.

The page Dipper had been reading from was titled 'The Undead'. The picture of the zombie becomes Norman who smirks. "'Sup."

Many of Robbie's friends turn to look at him. After all, he does fit the bill. When Robbue notices his friend's stares he frowns. "What?" They give him a look causing him to realize why they're staring at him. "I'm not a zombie!" He shouts.

"Zombie!" Dipper's shout echoes through the shack.

Many cover their ears, not having expected the scream to be that loud.

Stan is in the bathroom hearing Dipper's scream of terror. "Somebody say 'crombie'?" Stan is confused. "What is that, crombie? That's not even a word. You're losing your mind," he looks worried about that concept.

Stan blushes, attempting to avoid all eye contact only to be elbowed in the ribs by Dipper. "You aren't losing your mind, Grunkle Stan." He hid the smile that bloomed onto his face at that. That was something he needed to hear for a while now.

Dipper looks out the window behind him to see Norman walking towards Mabel with outstretched arms, moaning. Mabel was sitting on a picnic table, kicking her feet back and forth with a smile. "I like you."

Everyone freezes. They knew intellectually that Mabel was fine, but they couldn't help but worry for the girl.

"Oh, no! Mabel!" Dipper doesn't think to rush outside, knowing he won't make it in time. "No, no, Mabel, watch out!" He begs his sister who can't hear him.

Norman continues to moan as he puts his hands around Mabel's neck. Dipper screams when he sees that, thinking his sister is gone.

Only to have Norman groan in satisfaction as he removes his arms, revealing a flower necklace resting around Mabel's neck.

Sighs of relief ring out from many, glad that she was not in immediate danger at the moment.

She gasps, "Daisies? You scallywag…" she giggles.

In the attic, Dipper turns away from the window, sighing in relief as he hunches onto the windowsill. "Is my sister really dating a zombie, or am I just going nuts?" Dipper asks himself, believing himself to be alone in the room.

Everyone besides Dipper and Soos jumped when they heard a voice from someone they couldn't see, calming down when they saw that it was Soos.

"It's a dilemma, to be sure," Dipper gasps, turning to see Soos fixing a lightbulb next to him. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking aloud to yourself in this empty room."

Dipper jumps up, "Soos, you've seen Mabel's boyfriend. He's gotta be a zombie, right?"

Soos puts his hand to his chin, the screwdriver between his fingers. "Hmm. How many brains didja see the guy eat?" He questions not unkindly.

Dipper lowers his head in shame, "Zero," he mutters.

"To be fair, that doesn't mean much," Lee snickers. "We haven't seen Robbie eat any brains, either." For his efforts he earns a shoe hitting the back of his head courtesy of Robbie. Their group laughs at their antics while the hoodied boy blushes in embarrassment.

"Look, dude," Soos addresses the boy. "I believe you. I'm always noticing weird stuff in this town. Like the mailman? Pretty sure that dude's a werewolf," Soos finishes.

A flashback appears of a hairy mailman walking by Soos, who is eating his lunch outside. When the man passes him, Soos moves away with a suspicious look on his face.

Many look at the man, some moving away faintly. The man, however, didn't seem perturbed. Instead, he looked proud of himself, as if that was the look he had been going for.

Back to the two in the attic. "But ya gotta have evidence," Soos states, putting his fist into his hand. "Otherwise, people are gonna think you're a major league cuckoo clock."

"As always, Soos," Dipper nods in respect. "You're right."

Soos looks down with his eyes closed. "My wisdom is both a blessing and a curse."

Abeulolita smiles softly at her grandson. She was glad that he had a job that he enjoyed even if she didn't understand the appeal at times.

"Soos!" Stan shouts up toward him. "The portable toilets are clogged again!"

Soos adjusts his hat, "I am needed elsewhere." He leaves the room, walking backwards.

'My sister could be in trouble. It was time to get some evidence.' Dipper narrates.

Dipper is filming Mabel and Norman in the park. Mabel throws a frisbee at Norman's head, who fails to catch it and falls over. Dipper frowns at the black-clad teenager for his reaction to something that should have hurt.

Mabel groans. She did not want to have to witness this again. Dipper learns that fact when his sister punches him in the shoulder. "I deleted the videos, I swear!" He defends himself after he realizes why she is glaring at him.

Norman breaks through a door window to open it from the inside and lets Mabel inside the diner. He stumbles around, crashing into everything as he attempts to follow Mabel. Dipper is watching them at a table, camera filming as he uses a menu to block the two's view from him.

That action was enough to cause discomfort to everyone. Sure, some can understand if they haven't seen that journal. Simply seeing it was enough to make their paranoia skyrocket.

The two are frolicking in a field before Norman falls into an open grave. When he crawls out he is screaming, hand balled into a fist and covered in mud. Upon glancing at Mabel he stops. Neither of them says anything until a moment later they burst into laughter.

Dipper, from afar moves the camera away from his face. 'I'd seen enough.'

"Understandable," someone stated. "That hurt."

Back in Mabel and Dipper's room, Mabel is brushing her hair when her brother enters. "Mabel," he begins. "We've gotta talk about Norman."

Mabel gets excited about the idea. "Isn't he the best?' She gushes, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Check out this giant smooch mark he gave me!" She turns her head to show Dipper her cheek, which has a large red spot on it.

"Mabel!" Stan shouts, turning to face the embarrassed girl. He didn't notice Dipper trying to hold back laughter. "What were you thinking?"

"G-Grunkle Stan, it wasn't like that!"

"It better be!"

"Ah!" Dipper screams, only stopping when Mabel begins to laugh.

"Ha, ha! Gullible," she calms down. "It was just an accident with a leaf blower!"

In a flash, Mable is outside. A leaf blower propped up on a trashcan. She turns the machine on, letting it suck a photo of Norman onto the tube. "Kissing practice!"

"A leaf blower?" Stan was now embarrassed. He thought that something had happened. Don't get him wrong, he was glad things hadn't been as he thought but now he had to deal with the knowledge that he had acted like a stereotypical overprotective guardian.

She leans into the leaf blower, but it sucks in the picture and sticks to her face as well. In a panic, she runs around, hitting the leaf blower on the ground to turn it off. "AHHH! Turn it off!"

"That was fun," Mabel, back in her room smiles fondly at the event.

"How was that fun?" Mabel didn't have an answer for that, she just liked to look on the bright side of things.

Dipper shakes his head, "No, Mabel, listen! I'm trying to tell you that Norman is not what he seems!" Dipper flips through the journal, trying to find the page.

Mabel gasps, "You think he might be a vampire?" She grins. "That would be awesome!"

At her enthusiasm, Dipper turns to her. "Guess again, sister. Sha-Bam!" He turns the book for her to see the page, the title of the entry stating Gnomes. Upon seeing the page, Mabel reels back in disgust, tongue out as she gags.

"Me, too, girl," Wendy smirks. "I'd have the same reaction to that."

The zombie had not been that disgusting looking, so Dipper looked at the page. "Oh, wait. I'm-I'm sorry…" He flips a few more pages to arrive at the zombie entry. "Shabam!"

"A zombie?" Mabel tilts her head, not buying what her brother is trying to sell. "That is not funny, Dipper."

"I wish I had listened to you," Mabel whispers to her brother who puts his arm around her shoulder in comfort.

The journal was put away back into Dipper's vest. "I'm not joking!" He shouts. "It all adds up: the bleeding, the limp… He never blinks!" He whips around, pointing at Mabel as he stops his pacing. "Have you noticed that?"

Eyes widened. They had not noticed that. It was concerning for a reason, everyone needed to blink.

Mabel isn't convinced. "Maybe he's blinking when you're blinking."

Okay, that is fair to some extent at least.

"Mable," Dipper was getting frustrated. "Remember what the book said about Gravity Falls? 'Trust no one'!"

Mabel looks hurt for a moment, "Well, what about me huh? Why can't you trust me?" She puts star earrings into her ears. "Beep-bop!"

"That-that was adorable," Gideon grins dreamily. Mabel would be glad that she didn't hear him as she wouldn't know how to respond. The last time they interacted had not gone over well.

Dipper sighs, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. "Mabel, he's gonna eat your brain!"

Mabel is now angry, she had tried to be reasonable but she believed Norman was who he said he was. She pushes her brother away from her. "Dipper, listen to me. Norman and I are going on a date at five o'clock, and I'm gonna be adorable," she pushes him closer to the door while raising her voice on the last word. "And he's gonna be dreamy," another push and raised voice, causing him to end up outside of the room.

"Wait! Bu-bu-but-" Dipper attempts to reason.

"And I am not gonna let you ruin it with one of your crazy conspiracies!" She yells, slamming the door behind her as she turns to finish getting ready for her date.

Mabel's shouting startled everyone. They weren't used to her getting angry.

Dipper sighs, sitting down on the floor in the hallway. "What am I gonna do?"

"Don't give up, dude," Wendy tells him. "If you're that concerned for your sister, never give up."

Dipper nods with a smile, attempting to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks. Robbie glares at the boy when he notices.

The owl clock in the shack is shown, the time reading 5:00. The doorbell rings at the same time the second-hand ticks past.

"Oh," Lazy Susan gushes. "Isn't that adorable!"

Mabel hurriedly throws on her purple sweater as she excitedly races downstairs. "Coming!" Once she opens the door to see Norman she leans on the doorway for a second. "Hey, Norman. How do I look?"

A closeup of her sparkling sweater with a cat's head and the words 'MEOW WOW!' on it. Norman's only response was, "Shiny…"

"I mean," Thompson stutters. "He isn't exactly wrong."

Nate punches him in the shoulder with a smirk. "No, not really."

Mabel blushes. "You always know what to say!" The two walk off to the destination of their date.

In the twin's room, Dipper is sitting in a chair rewatching the footage he collected. "Soos was right. I don't have any real evidence." The video shows Mabel teaching Norman hopscotch, but he only falls over; Dipper fast forwards to Mabel and Norman with his arm around her. "I guess I can be kind of paranoid sometimes and-" He freezes.

"Wh-what was that?!" Shouts rang through the room.

On the tape, Norman's hand falls off; he glances around, then reattaches it. "Wait, what?!" Dipper shouts, rewinding the tape and watches it again; screaming and tipping the chair backwards. "I was right! Oh my gosh!" The boy rushes outside where Stan was standing on a stage with a crowd of tourists staring at a rock. "Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Stan!"

Stan puts his head in his hands, groaning. "Why didn't I hear you?"

"It's okay, Grunkle Stan," Mabel says. "I was fine, Dipper was able to help me."

Stan shakes his head, "That doesn't matter. I am the adult, I should have paid attention but I didn't."

On the stage, Stan begins, "And here we have Rock that looks like a face rock: the rock that looks like a face."

"Does it look like a rock," a hillbilly questions with a raised hand.

"No, it looks like a face," Stan is unimpressed.

"Is it a face?" Another tourist questions.

"It's a rock that looks like a face!"

"That's… an interesting conversation…"

Dipper waves both his arms above his head frantically. "Over here! Grunkle Stan!"

Stan doesn't seem to hear his nephew as he rubs the bridge of his nose. "For that fifth time, it's-it's not an actual face!"

Upon realizing that Stan can't hear him he grimaces in anger.