P.I.E Meets Gravity Falls (Being Rewritten)

The Mystery Shack

-- Mabel POV--

"Well that was horrible." Dipper mumbled, kicking the ground. We both had rashes from where whatever that explosion hit us, even though it wasn't much. Dipper says the rashes were probably radioactive, but it tasted like salt when I licked it so...

"Aw comon!" I said, jumping next to him, "it wasn't THAT bad!"

"RIIGGHT! We just witnessed the return of the greatest threat known to man, which occurred because A TEENAGER IN A HOODIE LOST HIS DOG."

"He looked more in his twenties..."

"Well we only saw parts of his face. What if he's still in town?"

"We'll be able to recognize him. He cut of his hand, Dipper! You can't just grow your hand back!" He seemed to consider it, "PLUS he'll probably have his pet by then, hopefully, or he'll set up lost posters and maybe put his face on them?" 

"Mabel I don't know how you stay so positive."

"Well someone has to be the optimist!" I said, messing with his hair as I did. He swatted my hand away, smiling. "Just chin up! Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford will be back from their sea voyage by tomorrow. It'll take more than a couple of velociraptors being snuck on a place to keep them from us!"

"I think they were kidding about that... Arn't velociraptors extinct in everywhere but Gravity Falls?"

"Maybe they missed one!"

"I thought two were being smuggled on the plane."

"Maybe they missed two! It's always a possibility," I grabbed Dipper by the collar to keep him from falling into the bottomless pit, "and we're back!" We smiled under the shadow of the shack, the fresh glitter on the sign sparkled (My idea) and the weathervane spun in circles from the light breeze. "I call cash register!" We dashed inside and took our places, prepared for the next tour. We were not prepared for who came in.

 --Johnny Ghost POV--

Halfway up the hill, the paranormal tracker died, so we had to continue our trek and hope that whoever we run into had a mechanic and batteries. Johnny was singing one of those odd catchy car songs to lighten the mood a bit, and I was keeping my eye out for any more oddities. Along the hill I had seen a minotaur, a bunch of gnomes, and what looked like a giant red-head lumberjack man. When I saw the last one, Johnny and I kind of broke into a run. We walked about forty minutes from the car to the shack, thirty of this minutes I spend with Johnny carrying me and him singing off-tune songs about bottles of whiskey being passed around a table (seriously though, who needs a hundred bottles of any beverage?) We arrived at a mostly torn-down shack with giant sparkly letters on a large sign sitting on the roof.

I stared quizzically at the sign, "Johnny, what does it say?"

"Mystery Hack... At least their honest!" I stared at a giant letter 'S' half submerged in the dirt, "Shall we go in? A tourist trap is bound to have batteries."

"Yeah. Okay. Let's try that. So you can explore while I looks for batteries. I'll catch up with you when I'm done. These guys are bound to have something real." I planned, opening the door, to see two vaguely familiar faces. They were both kids (or teenagers, who knows these days?) about the same age and had very similar features. They both had brown hair, big eyes, and a look of knowing that someone their age shouldn't have to carry. The girl had a freakishly wide smile with braces and the boy had a small frown. They seemed to recognize something about us as well, but the girl spend most the time staring at Toast, so I figured she was just a fangirl and he was caught in the crossfire of fan mail and pictures or something. While Toast explored the shop with much interest, I grabbed a couple packs of batteries and handed them to the girl, who was at the cash register for some reason.