Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

The Hand That Rocks The Mabel

Us triplets and Soos were sitting on the couch in front of the television, watching 'Tiger Fist!', another one of Gravity Falls' famous television shows, which I have to say, wasn't too bad at all. Do I think that it could garner millions of views or rake in millions of dollars in profit annually or make it to streaming sites like Netflix? No, I don't think it could but for what it's worth, in comparison to the other shows that are available in this sleepy town, I'd say it sits at the top of the pyramid along with other decent shows like Ducktective.  

Presently, the show was taking a commercial break, much to the dismay of the four of us who were thoroughly enthralled by its plot. 

"Hey, look. It's that commercial I was telling you guys about," Soos points at the TV screen eagerly. 'Ugh, Gideon'

"Are you completely miserable?" The narrator of the aforesaid commercial questions. 

"Yes!" The actor on the TV cries dramatically.

"Then you need to meet Gideon."

"Gideon?" Dipper asked.

"What makes him so special?" Mabel inquired.

"He's a psychic," The narrator of the commercial replies as if to answer her question.

"Don't listen to that commercial, being a psychic is scientifically impossible," I told the twins, rolling my eyes at the absurdity of the commercial.

"So don't waste your time with other so-called 'man of mystery.'" The commercial displays a rather mortifying clip of Stan fleetingly. "Learn about tomorrow tonight at Gideon's Tent Of Telepathy."

"Wow, I'm getting all curiousy inside!" Mabel exclaims in excitement.

"Mabel, curiousy isn't a word," I informed her plainly.

She blows a raspberry at me in response, causing me to recoil in disgust and chide her for acting immaturely. "Eww! Mabel, that is disgusting!"

Mabel turns a deaf ear to my scolding, her eyes still fixated on the TV screen. I shake my head in disapproval, waiting for Stan's arrival which does come a few moments later, grumbling and mumbling incomprehensibly, probably due to the fact that he overheard Gideon's commercial playing on the TV and Mabel's comments about it. "Well, don't get too curiousy. Ever since that monster Gideon rolled into town, I've had nothin' but trouble."

"Well, is he really psychic?" Mabel questioned curiously, jumping down from the couch she was previously sitting on.

"I think we should go and find out," Dipper answered cheerily, his head perking up in interest. 

"Dipper, you're a man of science like I am. Do you really think he has psychic powers?" I raise my eyebrows, almost snorting at how ridiculous it sounded and hoping to persuade Dipper to change his mind. 'I mean, even if I didn't already know that he was a fraud, I'd still think this whole psychic thing sounds fishy.'

Dipper does the complete contrary of what I thought he'd do, sidestepping my statement and encouraging me to tag along on their little trip to the Tent Of Telepathy. "Come on, Magnus. It'll be fun." 

Grunkle Stan predictably does not grant Dipper permission to visit his mortal enemy. "Never! You're forbidden from patronizing the competition. No one that lives under my roof is allowed under that Gideon's roof!" 

"Do tents have holes?" Dipper smirks.

"I think we just found our loophole," Mabel holds up a string with a loop in it. "Mwop mwop!" 

Time Skip

After I agreed to tag along rather hesitantly, we triplets and Soos sit on the same row of seats in the Tent Of Telepathy.