Rising From Gravity [Discontinued]

Chapter 018: Body Busters

"Once again, in the Museum, sweeping floors." Wally grumbled.

"You can't just go rushing into the woods willy-nilly, looking for adventure." Dipper said, as he carried a box of merchandise to the shelves. "It had to come to you and that is what makes the place cooler."

Mabel chuckled, "Yeah, it could just hop out of the water and try to eat you."

"Or it could pose as a girl and trick you into marriage." Wally added.

The trio all shared in a laugh. Today was one of the rare boring days at the Mystery Museum.

"Psst!"

"Did you guys hear that?" Wally asked.

"Psst! It's me Soos!" He whispered.

The three looked in the direction of the man peeking out of the hallway.

"Um...why are you whispering?" Mabel asked.

Soos thought for a moment, "I don't really know, but you guys have gotta come and see this." He said, speaking normally.

The triplets followed the handyman down the hall, "So I was just cleaning, as usual when I saw that the wallpaper here was all tattered. Then, dude, the rest is self-explanatory." Soos said, as he pushed a door open.

"Whoa! It's a secret statue hall!" Wally whispered, pulling a flashlight out of his jacket as she flicked it on, analyzing the dusty sculptures.

"They're so life-like." Dipper commented, walking up as he brushed his hands on a steel-figure of Sherlock Holmes.

"Except for that one." Wally commented, pointing his flashlight at the stomach of an all-too familiar red sweater and beige lab coat, black belt strapped right across the chest.

"Hello!" A voice said, it's arm raising up.

Wally backed up, as Dipper, Soos, Mabel all screamed in response. He lifted his flashlight towards the face, revealing that it was only Ford.

"Now, it's just me, your Great Uncle Ford." Ford assured them, apparently not bothered by the light that was flashing in his face.

Unfortunately, that was enough to scare the group and the four all screamed bloody murder as Wally dropped the flashlight and ran off with Soos, Mabel and Dipper who clung onto each other for their dear lives.
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"Behold the Gravity Rises Statue Hall!" Ford exclaimed, widening his arms in front of the statues, walking forward through the columns of them, "I bought them several years ago at an old garage sale. I have them all! Genghis Khan, Sherlock Holmes, Larry King..."

Mabel shuddered, sticking out her tongue in disgust. " Is anyone else getting the creeps here?" She asked, looking around at all the different figures.

"And now for my personal favorite: Abraham Lincoln, right over-" Ford exclaimed, pointing at a rusted pile of aluminum on the floor, a steady flow of water droplets dripping through the crack in the ceiling above it. Ford stared at the pile of scrap metal on the floor, simply face-palming out of annoyance.

The children walked over as he bent down, scooping up some of the metal, "How do you even build a statue?" He asked, sighing.

"Cheer up, Grunkle Ford. Where's that smile?" Dipper asked, clinging onto his back as Ford rolled his eyes.

"Egh." Ford responded, as Dipper began to repeatedly poke him, making "beep" noises as he did, accidentally poking him in his eye. Ford simply responded with a mundane "ow," getting up from his spot.

"I don't know how I'm gonna smile if this statue is ruined." Ford muttered.

"Wait! Dipper and I can build one!" Wally exclaimed.

Ford stood up, turned around and raised a brow, "You two can build statues?" He asked.

"Grunkle Ford, I write music in my spare time, creativity is my middle name!" Wally said.

Ford smiled slightly, "All right, knock yourselves out." He said.
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In the parlor, Wally and Dipper sat on wooden stools with notepads on their laps as the worked our a design for their statue. Behind then, Mabel paced back and fourth, occasionally taking sips from her soda.

"Wally!" Dipper exclaimed, hoping in front of his brother. His sudden action startled him, sending him falling to the floor, "What do you think of my statue idea?"

He turned his sketchpad towards him, revealing a drawing of a creature he'd created. "It's part hockey player, and part horse hockey player!" He exclaimed.

Wally nodded, but wasn't convinced.

"Mmm..maybe we should build something from real life." Mabel commented, looking at the drawing.

Dipper flipped the page, and began scribbling out another drawing, turning it to show it to his sister. "Like a waffle, with big arms!" He responded, smiling.

"Y-okay... Or, you know, something else. Like- like someone in your family." Mabel answered, rubbing her arm as another voice triggered her to turn around.

"Children, have you seen my labcoat?" Ford announced, sure enough only in his red sweater with the black belt strapped across it. He stepped on the briefcase posing, as the light from above reflected on him, in a spotlight fashion. Seeing this, Wally's eyes brightened up, as he jumped to his feet and turned around, Mabel and Dipper watching him with a knowing look.

"Oh, muse. You work in mysterious ways." He whispered, looking upward

"Why is your brother talking to the ceiling?" Ford asked, raising his eyebrow up at Mabel and Dipper.
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"I think... it needs more shine."

Dipper stepped backward, admiring the masterpiece he and his brother had built over the passed few days. The sweat rolled from his forehead to his cheek, as he casually wiped it away, narrowing his eyes at the statue in front of him.

"Agreed." Soos nodded, handing Dipper a bucket of blue glitter. Dipper took the bucket and completely tossed it on the statue, it shimmering as it was now covered in all-blue powder.

"A little too much shine Dip-stick." Wally commented.

A few minutes later, Ford came walking into the room, holding a blue book as he repeatedly clicked the button on the pen, turning it on and off. "I found my labcoat, but now I can't figure out this-"

The man glanced apprehensively upward, the statue in plain view of his sight. He immediately stopped dead in his tracks, dropping the book and stuttering backward, heavily gasping as he processed the all-too-familiar face in front of him. He laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling as he gasped for air.

"What do you think?" Dipper asked, his hands clasped as he, Soos, Wally and Mabel all closed in around Ford.

Ford raised his eyebrow up at his great nephew, before smiling and sitting upward.

"I think the Museum just got a brand new attraction!" Ford said.