Little Dipper

Who You Gonna Call?

Gideon's phone rang out a cheery chime, stirring him from his sleep. He groaned and looked at the clock before picking up his phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, this is your wake-up call!" Bill said cheerfully. "Come on over, I'm making pancakes."

"Oh, alright. Let me just make sure my father has food prepared for when he gets up and I'll head over." Gideon said, climbing out of bed. He wasn't sure when he was moved to the bed, but he figured his mother or his uncle did it. He wiped at his eyes and sighed. "I'll be a bit, I need to shower and change."

"Don't take too long, Miss Northwest is on her way." Bill said, and then he hung up.

Gideon sighed heavily and set aside his phone, going to his private bathroom to wash up.

–

"Gideon didn't sound so good on the phone." Bill commented.

"Is he sick?" Mabel asked.

"Mm, I think it's something else." Bill shook his head.

"Can we ask him?" Dipper asked. "I think I'll ask him."

"It's probably got to do with his caring for his parents last night." Bill shook his head. "I doubt he'll want to talk about it."

"Poor Gideon." Mabel sighed. "I shouldn't have pressured him like that. He's hurting because of what I made him do."

"Don't give yourself so much credit, Star." Bill had a double get out a serving plate. "Gideon chose to do it all on his own. You may have given him the ultimatum, but he chose to shoot them instead of destroying the gun."

Mabel sighed. "I wish I could help him, though..."

"Well, you could." Stan remarked. "I mean, I'd want you supervised, but you could go help him out." He looked out the window. "Looks like Pacifica's here."

"Already? Wow." Bill flipped the pancakes. "I'm not even done making pancakes. Ask her if she's hungry."

"Will do." Stan walked out to greet her.

"Hello, Mr. Pines." She greeted, walking over to the door. "Bill said to come here for breakfast on the phone and we would...brainstorm?"

"You're early, he's still making it." Stan chuckled. "You hungry?" He opened the door wider for her and stepped to the side.

"Yes." She nodded and walked in, pausing to look at Wax Stan propped up by the stairs. "Uhm...isn't this usually in the living room?"

"I'm doing some cleaning up in there." Stan closed the door. "The stairs are nice and shady."

"Is Gideon here?" Pacifica looked around.

"Not yet. He's getting ready to come over." Stan replied.

"I'm worried about him, he sounded exhausted when I talked to him yesterday." Pacifica sighed. "Maybe the ghost thing will be a welcome distraction for him."

"Gideon's here!" Mabel ran out past them.

"What? How?" Stan looked over at Mabel hugging Gideon.

"I used the sub-dimension ring." Gideon explained. "I managed to fix the time distortion problem, Mabel, so we should be able to show your brother my treasures."

"Let's do that later. Right now, we need to fix Pacifica's problem." Mabel smiled.

"Yes..." Gideon sighed. "The ghost. Hello, Stanford."

"Hey, Gideon." Stan waved. "You alright?"

"Mm..." Gideon looked unsure on how to answer that. "Well, I found out why my mother's not feeling well." He walked in with Mabel.