Relativity Falls- Season Two

Northwest Mansion Mystery

Lightning flashed against the sky as the thunder storm raged on. Inside the Northwest manor, the family was preparing for a party.

"My my, the guest list for this year's party has so much diversity," Pacifica said to herself as the servants set up the party. "A nice mix of millionaires and billionaires." She swatted a servant with the rolled up newspaper. "Put the oyster fork at an angle. We're not animals!"

"Sorry, ma'am," the servant quickly fixed the spoon.

"Now where the devil is-" Pacifica turned to see Preston in the doorway and gasped. "Preston!"

"Mother," the boy bowed and walked over to Pacifica.

"Preston, I told you to wear your midnight-black suit, not your charcoal-black suit," Pacifica scolded. "Go change."

"But I-I kinda like this suit," Preston argued.

"Preston," Pacifica warned and rang a bell. The boy sighed.

"Yes, Mother," he said. Suddenly the ground began to shake and the silverware and plates clattered loudly. Preston, his mom, and the servants gasped.

"Oh no! It's... happening," Preston said. Furniture and dinnerware began to fly around the room, aiming themselves at the people present.

"You are my possessions!" Pacifica yelled, swatting at a plate. "Obey me!" More stuff flew at Pacifica. The woman screamed, ducking under the table next to Preston. "This is a disaster! The party's in just 24 hours!"

"Surely there must be someone who can handle this sort of nonsense!" Preston cried. A newspaper landed in front of Pacifica, showing Ford fighting off a giant bat.

"I think I know just the person," Pacifica said.

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Ford was sitting in the living room at the Mystery Shack, watching TV. Snacks surrounded him in the chair.

"You asked for it, you got it!" The TV announcer said. "An entire 48-hour marathon of Ghost Harassers on the Used to Be About History Channel!"

"Be strong, bladder," Ford patted his stomach. "We're not moving till sunset."

"We interrupt this broken to bring you breaking news!" Thompson Determined announced.

"Aw, what?" Ford complained.

"It's starting!" Stan cried, jumping next to Ford.

"Turn it up!" Bella ordered, jumping to Ford's other side.

"Leave room fer me," Fiddleford requested, squeezing in next to Ford and causing both boys to blush.

"Well tonight's the night, but I've been out here for days!" Thompson said. The camera zoomed out to reveal a filthy and tattered Thompson. "The Northwest family's annual high-society-shindig-ball-soiree is here! And even though common folk aren't let in, that doesn't stop us from camping out for a peek at the fanciness!"

"Oooooooh!" Bella, Stan, and Fiddleford, who had moved to sit on the floor, said together.

"Ok, can someone please explain to me why people care about this?" Ford asked.

"It's just about the greatest party ever!" Bella replied. "Rich food, richer fun!"

"I heard that each gift bag has a live quail inside," Stan said.