Relativity Falls- Season Two

Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons

AN: I can't begin to tell you how much will power it took to not put 'deez nuts' instead of 'Your butt!'

A sign reading 'Temporary CLOSED For Repair' hung on the door of the Mystery Shack. Inside, Mabel and the kids were hanging out. Stan laid on the floor, an empty bag of Cheese Boodles on his chest.

"I just ate a whole bag of Cheese Boodles without using my hands," Stan smiled lazily.

"Really?" Bella said, looking up from her book. "Because I see cheese dust on your fingers."

"Whatever," Stan said. "Point is, Lazy Tuesday is delivering in a big way!"

"Yeah, it's nice to finally have a day where nothing interesting happens whatsoev-" Mabel was cut off by the vending machine door bursting open. Dipper stood in the doorway, fighting a small tentacled monster. The kids screamed.

"Everyone, get down!" Dipper ordered. "Don't let it taste human flesh!"

Dipper punched the monster, making it drop to the floor and scurry around the room. Fiddleford and Bella jumped onto the counter to avoid it. Dipper chased it around.

"What is it?!" Ford cried.

"Can we keep it?" Mabel asked.

"Kill it! Kill it!" Stan screamed, grabbing Mabel's newspaper and hitting the monster with it. Dipper chased the creature into a corner.

"Easy... and..." Dipper waited. When the monster's one eye turned into a mouth, he reached out and shocked it using his gloves. "Gotcha!" 

The monster screeched and became quiet. Dipper held up its burnt body, smiling proudly.

"Great, now get it out of here," Mabel grimaced, pinching her nose. "It smells like if death could barf."

Dipper went to walk back into the basement when Ford ran up to him, holding up the second journal.

"Great Uncle Dipper! Do you need any help with that?" Ford volunteered. "I've read about these creatures in your journal, and I think I know how to-"

"No!" Dipper interrupted him. "I'm sorry, Ford, but I'm afraid you cannot follow me on the dark, weird road I travel." Ford frowned, looking at Dipper in disappointment. "Well, call me for dinner!"

Dipper disappeared back into the basement, leaving Mabel and the kids in the gift shop. 

"Maybe next time, then?" Ford called. "Or not? Or never..."

"Aw Ford, don' take it too hard," Fiddleford said. Mabel hit Ford lightly on the head with her newspaper.

"No, do take it hard," she told him. "Take it hard and serious. My brother is a dangerous know-it-all, and the stuff he's messing with is even worse. Do yourself a favor and stay away from him, ok?"

"But Graunty Mabel, all summer long I've wanted to know who the author of the journal was," Ford said. "Now the guy lives in our basement and I can't even talk to him!"

"Don't worry about what's in the basement," Mabel waved it off. "You belong up here with me, Stan, Fidds and Bella."

"Yeah!" Stan agreed. "Besides, the season finale of Ducktective is airing this Friday!"

"That's all the mystery you'll need this week," Bella said.

"Come on, quack with us Ford!" Stan said. He started quacking, and the others joined in. Ford turned to look at the light flashing from behind the vending machine. "Quaaaaaa... why isn't he quacking?"