The Wild Side of Gravity Falls [a Gravity Falls fanfic]

Chapter 1

It was a hot, hazy summer day- a long one, but also a boring one. The sky was a peaceful shade of blue, and there were small clumps of white, fluffy clouds that were spread across the sky. Birds sang and chirped, and took off as they spread their wings to catch the thermals that came from the air around them. They swooped and fluttered, performing aerial acrobatics to those around them. Those that were watching were engulfed in jealousy, for the ultimate dream was never to be achieved.

Many critters were out under the shade of the flora and fauna of the forest, waiting patiently as they avoided the heat of the blistering sun. Some of the inhabitants of the forest made it through the day, while others ended up being one of Mother Nature's victims of the day. Many blades of grass were lush and green, but there were clumps of grass that were yellow and dried. The dried-up grass seemed to be waiting desperately for water, along with other plants- but obviously, rain isn't planning to visit anytime soon.

In the distance, a clearing was seen, and to many tourists, it was a great sight. The clearing was home to a tourist trap, the tourist trap of all tourist traps- a shack most commonly known as the "Mystery Shack," which has run for at least thirty years or so. The tourist trap was home to many weird exhibits and knicknacks. Of course, those exhibits were fake and were used to earn money. It was the way Grunkle Stan rolled.

At the backside of the Shack there was a porch, along with an old, rugged, dark-green couch. Sitting on the porch was the Pines' twins Dipper and Mabel, who were boredly doing their own thing. While Mabel was decorating some pages of her scrapbook, Dipper was flipping through pages of Journal #3. Pretty much they were doing their own thing.

Dipper was scanning each page with a flat gaze. Gremloblins.. Eye-Bats.. The Hide-Behind.. The blueprint of the portal.. With a frustrated sigh, Dipper shut the journal forecfully and glared at the forest ahead of him. Mabel turned around to look at her twin brother, closing her scrapbook as she setted it aside.

"What's wrong, Dipper?" she inquired, blinking at him.
Dipper sighed, "There's nothing to do! It's so hot, and it seems that there's nothing left to discover!"

Mabel shrugged, "Well, there has to be something to do! Like.. Hmm.." She suddenly gasped, and grabbed Dipper's arm, shaking him. "We could look for giant guinea pigs!"

"How the heck are we going to find giant guinea pigs?" Dipper asked, turning to face the journal that was in his hands.

"I don't know!"

The twins grew silent for a few moments, then Mabel broke the silence.

"Since you've been obsessing over the journal ever since you found it, why not make your own? That way you can fill it with all the nerdy stuff you find- and I'll do the decorating!"

Dipper gasped, "That's a great idea, Mabel!"

"Thank you, Sir Dippingsauce!" Mabel said with a grin and a playful bow.

"Do you think there's a journal lying around our room?" Dipper pondered, standing up from where he was sitting.

Mabel nodded, leaping up to her feet. "There has to be!"

"Wait a second! I think there's one in the closet, or maybe under the bed."

"Then let's go get it! Race you to the room!" Without waiting for her twin brother, the bubbly girl took off, swinging the back door of the Mystery Shack open.

Dipper followed, running after his sister as fast as he could. He leaped through the doorway before it could close as he ran with the journal in his arms.

Instantly, the oddities of the Mystery Shack were all around him. Tourists were all around him, taking pictures of some exhibits such as a fish glued to a cat, a unicorn made of actual corn, and a beaver with a horn, bunny ears, and fangs glued on it. No matter how fake they looked, tourists were extremely intrigued with the strangeness in them. Or perhaps it was bribery? Whatever it was, the Mystery Shack was always in business.

They ran until they reached the stairs, pausing to take a break from their run. Even though they'd stopped, the twins were quite skilled at running, whether towards or away from something- mostly running away from something.

Before they could continue their race up the stairs, someone had yelled. It was Grunkle Stan, and obviously he wanted the twins- or at least one of them- to do something for him.

"Kids! Someone get the door, somebody's knocking on it!" He shouted. After a moment, he added, "and I'm not getting it!"

Dipper turned to Mabel, "But what about the journal?"

Mabel grinned, "Don't worry, Bro-Bro! I'll get the door, while you search for the journal!"

He smiled, taking one step on the stairway. "Thanks, Mabel."

The twins parted ways, with Dipper heading upstairs and Mabel running towards the door. As Dipper trotted up the old, wooden stairs, he managed to hear his sister's loud, bubbly, and excited voice. The fact that someone very unexpected came to the Shack shocked him.

"Hi, Pacifica! What are you up to today?"