CH. 18

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I find some tracks in the dirt. They are about an inch long.

"Gnomes," says Dipper, "I knew it."

"Let's follow them. Paz, you coming?" I say, remembering that Pacifica is here, too.

"Nope," she says, digging my blanket out of my backpack, "I'm going to sit right here and wait. I've had enough weirdness for today." She whips out her cell phone and begins playing a game.

"Suit yourself." I say.

"Let's go." Says Dipper.

We travel deeper into the woods, following the footprints.

"There." Whispers Dipper, pointing at a rustling bush.

Suddenly, a garden gnome wearing a red pointed hat pops up screaming, "SHMEBULOCK!" He is holding a bunch of tiny knives.

"Shmebulock, why?" Says Dipper. He seems to know the gnome.

"Shmebulock!" It responds.

"Uh... yeah, I can't understand you. Where's Jeff?" He says, puzzled.

"I'm right here." Says another gnome.

"Jeff, what the heck?!" Says Dipper. He looks kind of hurt, as if he's been betrayed.

Jeff the gnome throws a vial of blue liquid between me and Shmebulock. The vial breaks, and emits a blue gas. My vision goes blurry, my knees buckle, and everything goes black.

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