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Ah, summer. A time for leisure, recreation, and taking 'er easy.
Unless you're me.
A golf cart with two boys on it crashed through a sign reading 'Welcome To Gravity Falls'. The boys- seemingly twins- screamed as the golf cart flew through the air. A giant monster chased them as the golf cart hit the ground. One of the twins' hands moved to form sign language as he yelled.
"Stan, I can't pay attention to you talking if I'm driving!" The other twin snapped. The cart flew off a rock.
My name is Stanford. The boy about to puke is my brother, Stanley. If you're curious about the sign language, we're deaf. You may also be wondering what we're doing on a golf cart, fleeing from a creature of unimaginable horror.
An uprooted tree flew over the golf cart, landing in front of its path. Stanley cried out (probably) and pointed ahead at it.
Rest assured, there's a perfectly logical explanation.
Let's rewind. It all started when our ma decided we could use some fresh air.
Stanley and Stanford were in their living room at home. Stanley was playing a video game, while Stanford had his face buried in a book. Their mom pulled away both of these items and shoved bags into their arms.
So she shipped us from our home in New Jersey to a sleepy town called Gravity Falls, Oregon. We were to stay at our Great Aunt Mabel's house in the woods all summer.
"Welcome to the Mystery Shack!" Mabel greeted happily, slowly signing along with her words. "Did I do it right?"
Stanley and Stanford looked at each other, smiling.
"It was great," Stanford told Mabel, signing as well.
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This attic is amazing! Stanley signed after taping a bunch of posters to the wall on his side of the room. Look, splinters!
He held up his hands, showing a bunch of splinters. Stanford was looking around as he walked to his bed. He jumped backwards upon seeing it.
And there's a pig on my bed, he signed. The pig jumped to the floor as Stanley walked over.
"Hey there, friend," Stanley said as the pig clamped his mouth onto his shirt. "Oh, yes you can keep chewing on my shirt!"
My brother tended to look on the bright side of things.
Stanley rolled happily down a hill, likely yelling as he did so. Stanford was nearby, a pen in his mouth as he looked at a book, sitting against a tree. A woodpecker tapped at his head.
But I had a hard time getting used to our new surroundings. It wasn't all bad, though. Our Great Aunt Mabel had turned her house into a tourist trap she calls 'The Mystery Shack.' Only two kids our age work there, but they're pretty cool.
Back at the shack, a boy with glasses was working on fixing something. However, that something gave a small explosion and started admitting smoke. The entire room filled with it, causing the boy to start coughing.
That's Fiddleford McGucket. He's sort of like the mechanic around here. He fixes stuff up, in other words.
A brunette kid with very short hair and red glasses hurried into the room, clearing the smoke and helping Fiddleford up.
And that's Bella. She's pretty nice and friendly. Maybe a little too friendly, but she means well.
So guess who else had to work at our graunty's Mystery Shack for the summer.
Stanley and Stanford were standing in the gift shop. Stanford was sweeping while Stanley reached out for a display. Graunty Mabel smacked his hand away with her cane.
"No touching!" She said.
It looked like it was going to be the same old boring routine for three months. Until one fateful day...
Stanley was peeking from behind a counter, through a line of Mabel-bobbleheads. He was looking at a girl, who was opening a letter.
'She's looking at it, she's looking at it!' Stan thought excitedly.
"Do you like me?" Stan read the girl's lips as she read aloud, then looked at the choices. "Yes. Definitely. Absolutely?"
She looked around, confused.
'I rigged it,' Stan thought and chuckled quietly to himself. The girl crumpled up the letter and tossed it into a trash can. Ford waved a hand, catching Stan's attention.
Lee, I know you're going through your whole 'girl-crazy phase,' Ford began, pausing from wiping off a display nearby, but I think you're overdoing it with the crazy part.
No way! Stan waved him off. This is our first summer away from home! It's my chance to have an epic summer romance!
Yeah, but do you need to flirt with every girl you meet? Ford asked.
Flashback!
Stan was standing next to a girl, who was looking at postcards.
"My name is Stan, but you can call me anytime," Stan said to the girl. "I'm JOKING!"
He shoved the girl, knocking her over into the card stand. He laughed loudly at his joke.
Flashback!
Next was a girl in the park holding a lizard.
"Oh my gosh, you like lizards?" Stan asked, appearing behind the bench. "I like lizards, too! What is happening here?"
Flashback!
Lastly there was an older girl in a costume at a mattress store.
"Come one, come all!" She announced. "To the Mattress Princess' Kingdom of Savings!"
"Take me with you," Stan whispered, peering out from a bundle of balloons. The girl screamed.
Flashbacks over.
Mock all you want, brother, Stan signed, but I have a good feeling about this summer! In fact, I'll bet you anything that the girl of my dreams is about to walk through that door right now.
The two of them looked towards the door Stan had pointed at. Just then, Graunty Mabel walked through the door, burping and holding her stomach.
"Oh, oh, not good," she said.
"Ew! Why?!" Stan cried, drawing laughter from Ford.
"Alright, look alive, people!" Mabel announced. "I need someone to go hang up these signs in the spooky part of the forest."
"Not it!" Stan said quickly.
"Not it!" Ford repeated.
"I'll just slack off!" Bella said truthfully from the other side of the room.
"Also not it!" Ria said in the background. She was on a ladder, changing a light bulb.
"I didn't ask you, Ria," Mabel said kindly.
"I know," Ria nodded and took a bite out of a chocolate bar.
"Dan! I need you to hang up these signs!" Mabel called to the teen at the counter. His feet were propped up on the counter top and he was reading a magazine.
"I would but I can't- uh- reach it- uh," Dan said, pretending to reach for the signs.
"Alright, alright," Mabel sighed. "Let's do it this way! Eenie, meenie, miney... you."
She ended up pointing at Ford.
"Aw, what?" Ford said. "Graunty Mabel, whenever I'm in those woods, I feel like I'm being watched."
"Aw, not this again," Mabel rolled her eyes.
"I'm telling you, something weird is going on in this town," Ford said. "Just this morning, my mosquito bites said 'Beware'."
He held out his arm for his aunt, showing her the series of red dots.
"That says 'Bewarb'," Mabel said. Ford let his arm swing to his side, scratching at the bites with his gloved hand.
"Woah, cool!" Bella said, looking at the word. "Beware or not, mosquito bites don't usually spell stuff."
"Listen Ford, the whole monsters thing is just an urban legend," Mabel explained. "Made up by people like me to sell things to tourists. Now go and hang up these signs. Please?"
"Oh, alright," Ford sighed, taking the signs.
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Out in the woods, Ford was hanging up his last signs.
'Ugh, Graunty Mabel,' Ford complained. 'No one ever believes anything I say.'
He was about to nail up the last sign, but something stopped him. When he hammered the tree, it vibrated differently than the others. He tapped the hammer on the tree and set his hand against the bark, feeling the metal-like vibration. Ford set the hammer and sign down, feeling along the bark of the tree. Except it didn't feel like bark, more like metal. He brushed a layer of dust off of the trunk and pulled back on a crack, revealing a hidden compartment in the tree. Inside was a device with two levers.
"What's this?" Ford asked himself. He switched the first lever and looked around, but it didn't seem to do anything. The second one, however, did, and Ford saw when he looked back to see a panel in the ground opening. Waddles the pig, who had been sniffing around, was running off.
Ford walked over to the hole and saw a journal. He picked it up and blew the dust off the cover, revealed a silver pine tree cutout with a '3'. Ford breathed out in awe, opening the book. Inside the front cover read 'Property Of' but the name was smudged and unreadable. Ford flipped through the rest of the book, settling on a page and beginning to read.
'It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began studying the strange and wondrous properties of Gravity Falls, Oregon,' Ford read. 'What is all this?' He flipped a page. 'Unfortunately, my suspicions have been confirmed. I'm being watched. I must hide this book before he finds it. Remember: in Gravity Falls there is no one you can trust.'
At the bottom of the page, written in large letters, was 'TRUST NO ONE!'
Trust no one, Ford signed to himself, closing the book. Two hands suddenly grabbed his shoulders, starling him.
"Ah!" Ford cried, nearly dropping the journal. He turned around to see Stan, grinning, and Bella.
"Whatcha got there?" Bella asked.
"Some nerd thing?" Stan asked.
"Ooh, I like nerd stuff!" Bella smiled.
"It's, uh- It's nothing!" Ford lied, hiding the book behind him.
"'It's uh- It's nothing!'" Stan mocked. "What, are you seriously not gonna tell me?"
"I've lived in this town my whole life," Bella said. "I'll get it! I've seen weird things here."
"Uh..." Ford looked at the journal, which was being nibbled on by Waddles. "Let's go somewhere private."
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The three of them, plus Fiddleford, stood in the living room. Ford was pacing around, while Stan and Fiddleford sat on the couch, and Bella sat upside down between them.
"It's amazing!" Ford said. "Graunty Mabel said there wasn't anything weird about this town, but according to this book, Gravity Falls has some sort of dark side."
"Woah! No way!" Stan said, shoving Ford playfully.
"And get this!" Ford continued, excited. "After a certain point, the pages just stop. Like whoever was writing them mysteriously disappeared."
"Inter'stin'," Fiddleford nodded thoughtfully. Bella sat up suddenly, looking towards the doorway. The twins looked as well, looking at her in confusion when there was nothing there.
"Doorbell rang," she said, noticing their looks.
"Oh! I've got the door!" Stan yelled.
"Who's that?" Ford asked.
"Well, time to spill the beans," Stan said before knocking over an empty can of beans. "Haha, beans. This guy's got a date!"
"Let me get this straight," Ford sighed. "In the half hour I was gone, you already found a girlfriend?"
"What can I say?" Stan shrugged. "I guess I'm just a babe magnet."
He ran to the door. Fiddleford left to go fix something and Bella left to go get something to eat, leaving Ford alone to read the journal. He was tapped on the shoulder and jumped, pulling the journal closed.
"Oh, sorry!" Mabel said, holding a soda. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"I-it's ok," Ford stuffed the book away.
"Whatcha reading there?" Mabel asked.
"Uh, nothing," Ford lied, grabbing a nearby magazine. "Just catching up on the newest issue of- uh- Teen Boyz Fashion Magazine?"
"That's a good issue," Mabel said, taking a sip of her soda.
"Are you sure this is yours?" Ford asked. "This isn't Bella's, is it?"
"Pfft, heck no," Bella said, entering the room with a family sized bag of chips. "I prefer lemons."
"Lemons? Like the fruit?" Ford asked, confused.
"Nope! Like the fanfictions!" Bella smiled. Just then, Stan entered the room. With him was a girl. She had brown bangs and a black hoodie, which was pulled over her head. There was a hole in the sleeve and a stick poking out of the hood.
"Hey family!" Stan greeted. "Meet my new girlfriend!"
"Sup?" Bella said through a mouthful of chips.
"Hey..." Ford said.
"How's it hanging?" Mabel asked with a smile.
"We met at the cemetery," Stan said. "She's really deep."
"So what's your name?" Bella asked.
"Uh... normal... woman!" The girl grunted.
"She means Norma," Stan said, spelling the name out in sign language.
"Are you bleeding, Norma?" Ford asked, pointing to the red liquid on her cheek.
"It's jelly," Norma said.
"I love jelly!" Stan said happily. "Look at this!"
"So, you wanna go... hold hands, or whatever?" Norma asked.
"I'd love to!" Stan smiled. "Don't wait up, guys!"
He ran out the door. Norma stumbled after him, bumping into the wall.
There was something off about Norma. Something that wasn't right. I decided to consult the journal.
Ford was sitting in the attic, on a windowsill next to a triangle-shaped window.
'Known for their pale skin and bad attitudes, these creatures are often mistaken for- teenagers?!' Ford read. 'Beware Gravity Falls' nefarious-'
Ford gasped as he looked at the picture, which looked exactly like Norma.
"ZOMBIE!"
Ford watched out the window, where Stan was sitting on a picnic table. Norma was walking towards him, arms outstretched. Ford was able to read Stan's lips from the window.
"I like you," Stan said, kicking his legs.
"Oh no, Stan!" Ford cried, pounding on the window, but, obviously, his brother didn't hear. "Stan, no! Look out!"
Ford screamed when Norma put her arms around Stan's neck, but stopped when he saw what she had done. Norma showed off the flower necklace she had made.
"Wow, thanks Norma!" Stan said.
"Is my brother really dating a zombie?" Ford asked aloud. "Or am I just paranoid?"
He looked around the room in thought, seeing Ria behind him. He looked at the woman, who was screwing a light bulb into its socket in the ceiling.
"I couldn't help but hear you talking to yourself in this empty room," Ria said.
"Ria, you've seen Stan's girlfriend," Ford said. "She's gotta be a zombie, right?"
"Hm, I don't know," Ria said thoughtfully. "How many brains did you see her eat?"
"None," Ford sighed, glancing to the floor.
"Look dude, I believe you," Ria said. "I'm always noticing weird things around here. Like the mailman? Pretty sure that dude's a werewolf. But you need evidence. Otherwise people will think you're crazy."
"As always Ria, you're right," Ford said.
"My wisdom is both a blessing, and a curse," Ria said, tipping her hat. She looked up, as though listening to something. "I am needed elsewhere."
She left the room.
My brother could be in trouble. It was time to get some evidence.
Ford hid nearby, video taping Stan and Norma's activities. They were in the park, playing Frisbee. Stan threw the Frisbee, which hit Norma in the head, causing her to fall over.
Next they were walking to the diner. Norma punched through the window, letting Stan in.
Finally they were in the graveyard. Suddenly, Norma fell into an open grave. She burst out like a zombie, causing Stan to laugh.
I'd seen enough.
Stan was in the room in the attic, combing his hair. Ford entered, a backpack full of stuff. He grabbed his brother's shoulder, turning him away from the mirror.
Stan, we have to talk about Norma, Ford signed.
Isn't she the best? Stan asked, not picking up on his brother's concern. Check out this giant smooch mark she gave me!
He turned his cheek, revealing a large mark of smudged lipstick. Ford cried out in alarm.
Haha, gullible! Stan laughed. It was just an incident with Waddles.
Flashback!
"Kissing practice!" Stan announced, holding a lipstick container in front of Waddles. He went to put it on the pig, but Waddles squealed and ate the lipstick. He then proceeded to lick Stan with a lipstick-covered tongue.
Flashback over!
That was fun, Stan laughed.
No, Stan, listen! Ford signed, pulling out the journal. I'm trying to tell you than Norma is not what she seems!
Stan gasped.
You think she might be a werewolf? He asked. That would be so awesome! My first girlfriend is a monster!
Guess again, brother, Ford opened the book. Sha-bam!
"Woah!" Stan yelled out, looking at the page.
What? Ford looked at the page about fairies. No no, wait. Uh- he flipped to the zombie page, sha-bam!
A zombie? Stan asked. That's not funny, Sixer!
I'm not joking! Ford signed. It all adds up. The bleeding, the limp- she never blinks! Have you noticed that?
Maybe she's blinking when your blinking, Stan guessed.
What? That makes no sense! Ford signed.
Well it makes more sense than your stupid zombie theory! Stan argued.
Stan, remember the journal? It said trust no one, Ford signed.
Well what about me, huh? Stan asked. Can't you trust me?
"Stan, snap out of it!" Ford yelled, shaking his brother's shoulders. "She's going to eat your brains!"
Ford, listen to me! Stan angrily signed back, shoving him away. Me and Norma are going on a date at five o'clock, and she's gonna be ADORABLE, and I'm gonna be DREAMY, and I'm not gonna let you ruin it with one of your crazy CONSPIRACIES!
Stan shoved Ford out of the room, slamming the door in his face. Ford sighed, sliding down to the floor against the wall.
'What am I gonna do?'
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It was 5:00, and Stan was still getting ready in his room. Mabel entered, waving a hand.
"Someone's here to see you," she told him.
"It must be Norma!" Stan grinned. He raced downstairs, pulling on a black jacket. "Coming!" He opened the front door. "Hey Norma! How do I look?"
"Coool," Norma grunted.
"Haha, you always know what to say," Stan smiled. He left with Norma, leaving Ford to watch the videos of his 'evidence.'
'Ria was right,' Ford thought. 'I don't have any real evidence. I guess I can be kinda paranoid, and- wait, WHAT?!'
Ford rewinded the last video. Norma's hand fell off, and she put it back on her sleeve before Stan saw.
"OH MY GOSH!" Ford cried, the chair falling backwards. "I was right! Graunty Mabel, Graunty Mabel!"
Ford raced outside, where Mabel was showing around a group of tourists.
"And here we have 'Rock That Looks Like a Face Rock'," Mabel said. "The rock that looks like a face." A man in the crowd raised his hand. "No, it looks like a face." Another man raised his hand. "No, it's a rock."
"Graunty Mabel, Graunty Mabel!" Ford cried from the back of the group.
"For the fifth time, it's- it's not an actual face!" Mabel said angrily. Ford groaned.
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Meanwhile, Stan and Norma were in the woods.
"Finally, we're alone," Stan said.
"Yes, alone..." Norma said.
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"Mabel! Mabel!" Ford cried. He saw Dan drive up in the golf cart and raced over. "Dan! I need to borrow the golf cart so I can save my brother from a zombie!"
The two stood there for a minute before Dan tossed the keys to Ford.
"Try not to hit anybody," Dan smiled, walking off. Ford hopped into the golf cart and began to drive, but Fiddleford stopped him.
"Ford, wait!" He called, waving his hands, and held out a shovel. "Take this, fer the zombie."
"Thanks," Ford said, taking the weapon.
"And this one's fer Stan," Fiddleford said, handing Ford a baseball bat.
"Thanks," Ford repeated, driving off.
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"Uh, Stan," Norma said, fiddling with her zipper, "now that we've gotten to know each other, there's-" she exhaled, "there's something I should show you."
"Oh Norma, you can show me anything," Stan said. In his mind, he thought 'Please be a werewolf, please be a werewolf.'
"Alright, just- just don't freak out, alright?" Norma said. "Keep an open mind. Be cool."
Norma started to unzip her jacket, and Stan's eyes widened. Her jacket fell off, revealing, not a girl, but five little fairies.
"Is this weird? Is this too weird?" The fairy on top asked. "Do you need to sit down?"
"Uhhhh..." Stan stared at the fairies.
"R-right, I'll explain," the top fairy said. "So... we're fairies. My name is Jill. And here we have, Carly, Alex, Janet, and- I'm sorry, I always forget your name, sweetie."
"Shembula," the last fairy said in a gruff voice.
"Shembula! Yes, of course!" Jill smiled. "Anyways, long story short, us fairies have been looking for a new king!"
"King! King! King!" The other four fairies repeated.
"Heh, so what do you say?" Jill asked. The fairies moved so it looked like they were on one knee. They held a ring out in a box on their fake hand. "Will you join us, in holy matrimony?"
"Look ladies, uh, you're nice and all, but it's just..." Stan looked for a way to phrase his words, "I'm not really looking for marriage right now. I mean, I'm only a kid, and you're a bunch of fairies, and it's like... wha? Yeah..."
"We understand," Jill nodded solemnly. "We'll never forget you, Stan." The boy smiled softly. "Because we're going to kidnap you."
"What?" Stan said in shock before the fairies jumped on him. "AHHHH!"
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Ford raced through the wood on the golf cart, searching for his brother. It was at times like this that Ford really wished he could call for Stan and hear where he was. Soon he found Stan and the fairies in a cave. Jill was standing off to the side, supervising, while the rest of the fairies wrestled with Stan. Jill's back was to Ford.
"Let go of me!" Stan yelled, punching Alex off of his arm. The fairy bounced to the side, leaning against a tree as she puked a rainbow.
"What the heck is going on here?!" Ford cried, catching everyone's attention.
"Ford! Norma turned out to be a bunch of fairies!" Stan yelled, punching a few more of the fairies. "And they're not all glitter and sunshine like stories make them out to be! Gah!" He choked as a fairy grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar. "Neck, neck!"
"Fairies?" Ford questioned, opening his journal. "Oh, I was way off." He read from the book, Stan attempting to read his lips. "Fairies, little winged ladies of the Gravity Falls forest. Weaknesses, unknown."
He lowered the book to see that the fairies had tied Stan to the forest floor.
"Oh, come on!" Stan complained. Ford marched up to Jill.
"Hey! Leave my brother alone!" He yelled at the leader.
"Oh! Tee-hee, hi there!" Jill giggled. "Uh, you see, this is all a big miscommunication. Stanley isn't in any danger. He's just marrying all 1000 of us and becoming our fairy king for all eternity. Isn't that right, sweetie?"
"You guys are buttfaces!" Stan yelled. Jill quickly covered his mouth. Ford held up the shovel, pointing it at the fairy.
"Let him go, or else!" Ford threatened.
"You think you can stop us, kid?" Jill asked. "You have no idea what we're capable of. The fairies are a powerful race! Do not trifle with the-"
Ford cut her off by sticking the shovel underneath her feet and flinging her into a nearby bush. He cut the ropes binding Stan with the shovel.
"Yay!" Stan cheered. He kicked the fairies away as he and Ford climbed onto the golf cart.
"He's getting away with our king!" Jill cried, rising into the air with her wings. "No no no!"
Ford drove off once he and Stan were buckled in.
"Hurry! Before they come after us!" Stan yelled, looking behind them. He looked back at his brother for his response.
"Ha! I wouldn't worry," Ford smiled. "Have you seen their little wings? Hehe, suckers are tiny."
Stan's jaw dropped as he looked behind them. Ford stopped the golf cart upon noticing Stan's face, looking behind as well. The fairies were approaching in a giant swarm.
Dang, Stan signed.
Dang is right, Ford agreed.
"Move move move!" Stan shouted, causing Ford to slam on the gas pedal.
"They're getting closer!" Stan cried. The fairies worked together to shoot several fairies forward. They landed on the cart, using long, sharp nails to tear at the top of the cart. Stan punched a fairy off, while Ford grabbed Shembula and slammed her into the steering wheel a few times.
"Shembula..." the fairy said, dazed, before Ford threw her off. Another fairy jumped onto Ford's face, clawing at it.
"I'll save you, Ford!" Stan yelled, punching the fairy a few times. Once the fairy flew off, Ford was revealed to have a black eye and several scratches.
"Thanks Stan," he said, dazed.
"Don't mention it," Stan said. The fairies worked together to uproot and lift a giant tree, throwing it at the boys. They screamed as it landed in front of the cart, causing them to swerve out of the way. The cart landed on its side in front of the Mystery Shack. Stan and Ford crawled out of the cart as the fairy swarm approached.
"Stay back!" Ford said, his voice quivering as he threw the shovel at them. The fairies caught the shovel and threw it far away. Stan and Ford clung to each other, screaming.
"Where's Graunty Mabel?!" Ford cried. Jill was shouting from the front of the swarm, but she was too far away for the twins to see what she was saying. They glanced at each other.
"We, uh- we don't know what you're saying!" Stan told her, stepping forward. "You're too far away!"
Jill flew down in front of them.
"I said, 'It's the end of the line, boys!'" She announced. "Stan, marry us before we do something crazy."
There's gotta be a way out of this! Ford panicked. Stan frowned and stepped forward.
"I'll do it," he said.
What?! Ford grabbed Stan by the shoulders and turned him to face him. Lee, are you crazy?!
Trust me, Stan signed. Ford looked at him in confusion. Ford, just this one. Trust me!
Ford nodded and took a step back.
"Alright Jill," Stan spoke. "I'll marry you."
"Yippie!" Jill cheered. She showed him the ring. Stan held out his hand so Jill could slip the ring onto his finger. "Yahoo! Now let's get you back home, sweetie."
"You may now kiss the bride," Stan said, admiring the ring.
"Oh! Tee-hee, of course!" Jill giggled. She leaned over to Stan, puckering her lips. Stan did the same as Jill closed her eyes. As soon as she did, Stan pulled Waddles over. The pig clamped down on Jill's feet. "Wait, what?! Woah woah woah, what's going on?!"
Waddles now had her entire lower half in his mouth.
"That's for lying to me!" Stan yelled. Waddles slurped up more of the fairy, so she was up to her neck. "That's for breaking my heart!" Jill seemed to yell out in pain. "And this is for messing with my brother!"
Stan slapped Waddles on the back. The pig squealed, spitting out the fairy and causing her to fly through the swarm, landing deep in the forest. The swarm disbanded, landing on the ground. The fairies screamed as Waddles approached them, flying off so they wouldn't get eaten. One fairy got caught in a plastic bag that was floating by, causing her to drop to the ground. Waddles grabbed the bag in his teeth, carrying it off.
Hey Ford? Stan signed. I'm uh, I'm sorry for ignoring your warnings. You were just trying to look out for me.
Don't be like that, you saved our butts just now, Ford smiled.
I guess I'm just upset that my first girlfriend turned out to be a bunch of fairies, Stan sighed.
Look on the bright side, Ford signed. That's an interesting story for your family. Not everyone can say they dated fairies.
Heh, yeah. I guess, Stan smiled softly.
High six? Ford asked, holding up his hand.
High six, Stan signed, giving his brother a high five. The two of them headed inside, where their Graunty Mabel was counting money.
"Yeesh, you two get hit by a bus or something?" She joked. The twins ignored her as they went to go upstairs. Mabel quickly waved a hand, getting their attention. "Why don't you guys pick something out from the gift shop? On the house."
"Wow, thanks Graunty Mabel!" Stan smiled and went to look around. Ford joined him, looking at the empty spiral notebooks. He picked out one with a cool cover- maroon with a golden trim. Inside the notebook was a page of gold-colored paper.
"This should do," Ford smiled.
"And I will have," Stan pulled something out of a box, spinning around before showing off his choice, "brass knuckles!"
"Haha, works for me!" Mabel laughed.
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Upstairs in their room, Stan was playing around with his new brass knuckles. Ford, on the other hand, was tracing his hand on the gold paper in his notebook. He had taken off his gloves, revealing six fingers. He cut out the tracing and glued it to the front of his notebook. After the glue dried, he started to write.
'The journal I found here told me that there was no one in Gravity Falls I could trust. But when you battle 1000 fairies side-by-side with someone, you realize they've probably always got your back.'
Hey Stan, could you get the light? Ford asked.
"I'm on it," Stan said, unable to sign with the brass knuckles. He punched the lamp out the window, causing him and Ford to laugh. "Brass knuckles!"
'Our aunt told us there was nothing strange in this town. But who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked.'