Life In Gravity Falls

Headhunters - Part Four

After you completed your list of everyone who attended the wax museum that night, the three of you set out to find them. You threw baseballs at them to see which hand they caught them in, you waved to see which hand they waved with, you even went up to high five some of them. None of them were left-handed.
"Ughhhh we've been doing this for hours." you groan.
"How many people left?" Mabel grumbles.
Dipper looks down at his list. "Only one, actually. Toby Determined."
You perk up at the sound of that name. "Wait....that actually makes sense. He was mad that Stan refused to answer his questions, plus he was holding his turkey baster in his left hand! Oh my god! Yes!" you start jumping up and down.
"We have to go to the police station, right now!" Dipper exclaims and starts running, with you following close behind.
"Wait, guys!" Mabel calls from behind you. "Shouldn't we test him first?"
"We don't need to! Plus, I can't wait another second to rub this in those officers faces!" you call back, and Mabel finally starts running.
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"Are the three of you sure about this?" the short officer whispers.
"For the last time, yes! Just do it!" you whisper impatiently.
"Well alright." the tall one takes out a cow bell and starts ringing it frantically and yelling. The short one then kicks down the door of the local printing shop.
"Freeze!" Dipper yells. "I've always wanted to say that!" he whispers to you excitedly.
Once the door falls down, a shocked Toby walks out of the back room. "What is thi-"
"Toby Determined, your under arrest for the murder of wax stan." you anounce, crossing your arms.
Toby stands there with a confused expression on his face then says, "Well your little knees must be sore...from jumping to conclusions!"
"What now?" Mabel asks.
"I didn't kill wax stan!" Toby protests.
"Then I hope you don't mind us looking through your security footage to see what you were doing last night." the short officer says.
"I...uh, well..." Toby sighs. "Fine."
he leads you over to a computer and brings up the camera. You take the mouse and fast forward to 10:00, then hit play. Let's just say that you wish you could erase what you saw.
It was Toby, dancing around the room with a cardboard cut-out of Shawndra Hermenez, the news reporter.
"Ewwww." Dipper says, looking alway.
"Bleh." you click stop on the video.
"Well, I guess you didn't do it." Mabel mumbles.
"Check the axe for finger prints!" you say, handing it to the police officers. The short one takes out a kit and after a few minutes announces, "No finger prints."
"None?" Dipper asks, "Not any?!"
" 'Fraid not" the tall officer tells you. "Let's just go back to the shack." you tell Mabel and Dipper miserably. You walk out of the shop, hearing the officers laughing obnoxiously behind you.
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Later that day, the three of you are sitting in the wax museum room moping. Wax stan is in a coffin in the corner next to a table of electric candles, because Gruncle Stan is having a funeral for him later today.
" I can't get their laugh out of my head." you moan, burying your head in your hands.
"They said 'adorable' so many times, it doesn't even sound like a word anymore." Dipper says, leaning back so his head rests against the wall.
You get up and walk over to the side of wax stan's coffin. You walk the length of it, but when you get to the end, you pause.
"Hey, Mabel, I think you made a mistake. Wax stan has a hole in his foot." you say.
"Oh, no I did that on purpose. All the wax figures have those, it's where their pole thingy attaches to their stand dealies." Mabel says, flipping through her sketch book.
You stand their staring at the wall for a couple seconds. "Wait." you mutter. "What has no finger prints and holes in their feet?"
You gasp. "Guys! I think the culprits are-"
"Standing right behind you."
You turn around to see wax sherlock take a step towards you. All of the other wax figures do the same.
Mabel and Dipper stand up and walk backwards to where you're standing.
"You guys are alive?!" Mabel asks in disbelief.
"How is that possible?!" Dipper questions, with a confused and scared expression on his face.
"That's none of your business." sherlock snaps. "And since you know our secret, we'll have to...get rid of you." he smiles, and the rest of the wax figures start laughing maniacally, coming closer with each passing second.
You take another step backward, and hear a 'squish' sound. You look down to see that you've stepped on some of the remains of wax abraham lincoln. That's when you get and idea.
You lunge forward, snatching three electric candles off of the table. You then toss one to Mabel and one to Dipper.
"We can melt them with these." you tell them.
The three of you charge forward, and you impale one of the wax figures in the stomach. Mabel starts spinning around in a pinwheel motion, holding out her candle and slicing through everything that she comes in contact with.
You duck, narrowly missing being hit on the shoulder.
"Mabel! You have to be more careful!" Dipper warns, almost being hit in the head.
You see wax Larry King running up from behind, about to tackle Dipper to the ground.
"Dipper! Look out!" you scream, running forward just in time to lash out and slice wax Larry King's head clean off. Dipper looks down at the head with wide eyes then back up at you. "Thanks." he says.
"No problem." you reply, and run over to help Mabel who is being ganged up on by 3 guys.
You swing your candle, but when it comes down on the wax figures arm, it only lightly dents it instead of slicing straight through.
"Dang it." you mutter. "They're cooling off."
"Y/n, catch!" Dipper calls out from behind, and you spin around in time to catch a fire poker, it's metal tip glowing orange and radiating heat.
"Sweet." you say. "Thanks."
You use your new weapon to help Mabel defeat the 3 figures that were attacking her. Once that's finished, you look around. The only wax figure left is sherlock.
The three of you approach him.
"You might as well surrender, seeing as you're outnumbered." you say smugly, crossing your arms.
"Is that so?" sherlock asks, slowly bending down and picking up Larry King's head. Then, in one swift motion, he stands up and hucks the head at Dipper. Dipper puts his hands up to defend himself, and in the process drops his fire poker. Sherlock grabs it off the ground and laughs. "I have to say, I think I like my odds."
Dipper hangs his head in shame, and Mabel sighs. You look down at melted abraham lincoln, then up at the one window in the room.
"Follow my lead." you mumble so quietly, you're not even sure anyone heard it. You glance over at Mabel without turning your head, and see her nod slightly.
"You're going to have to catch us first!" you yell, and sprint across the room to the window. You kick it open, and jump through onto Wendy's secret hideout. Mabel and Dipper jump out right after you, and together you run to the far side.
"We need to get him up there." you say quickly, pointing to the part of the roof that isn't shaded by pine trees.
The second you lower your hand back down to your side, sherlock jumps through the window, walking towards you. You slowly inch backwards, hoping he won't notice what you're trying to do.
"Why do you hate us so much?!" Mabel calls out, also inching backward.
"Why? Why?!" sherlock scoffs. "It's because your uncle locked us away for decades! Do you know how awful it is to be stuck in one room with the same people for 20 years?!" he takes a couple more steps towards you. "So, we planned to...off Stan as revenge. Unfourtunetly, we got the wrong guy."
"You were going to kill Stan?!" Dipper exclaims in horror.
Just a few more feet...
"Yes." sherlock replies. "Now do you have any last words before I do the same to you?"
You smile. "Yeah, actually. Got any sunscreen?"
Sherlock makes a confused face, right before he steps directly into the sun. By the time he realizes his mistake, it's too late.
"Outsmarted by - children?!"  He says in disgust, sinking into the ground quickly.
"Yep." Dipper says proudly, but then his face scrunches up. "Ah...ah...ah-chie!" he sneezes.
Sherlock smiles. "You sneeze like a kitten. That's adorabaaaaaaale-" he says, falling off the roof and onto the ground with a 'splat'.
Dipper glares at his meted remains. "It is not."