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

Maxwell Acachalla!!!

--Dipper POV--

The cowboy left a couple hours ago, but I feel like he's still in the Mystery Shack, and not just because Grunckle Ford's memory gun became a mustard dispenser instead of what he was actually building, but because the place keeps having some stuff break down and I this point, I think he's just messing with us for the sake of messing with us. 

Mabel and Waddles have kinda gave up trying to stop him, and just ignore the strange ghost shouts... Or are they moans? I really can't tell. He's just super annoying...

I borrowed a silver mirror from McGucket, and the guy just broke it without looking.  Seriously! Cowboy is the worst. Once I threatened to hit him with a, I quote 'ghost ray I made' (Total bluff) and he told me if I even touched a weapon in the next 48 hours, he'd shoot me in the hand. When I asked which one, he just looked at me at told me whichever one he didn't shoot then. I walked away, to avoid getting a bullet in the hand. I haven't tried direct contact since...

Mabel and I were hanging around our room, talking about Cowboy, considering we'd probably have to live with the guy in our house for a while. "So... What's your opinion on Cowboy anyways?" I asked her, staring at the ceiling

"He says his name is Maxwell." Mabel replied, messing with Waddles' pig hooves, "I asked. Plus he wrote it on the wall and he keeps repeating it." 

"He wrote it on a WALL? I call not cleaning it. At all." I said, glaring at at the roof, just to see a familiar face staring back at me, "Mabel, am I the only one seeing Cowboy in the roof?"

"MAXWELLL ACACHALLA!" He shouted at me, floating backwards, back into the roof.

Mabel and I looked to each other. "Did you know his last name?"

"I didn't know his first name!" I retaliated, flustered, "How was I supposed to know the crazies were related to them?"

"It does explain somethings though..." Mabel said.

"Like what?"

"Their both SUPER weird." Mabel said, looking back to the ceiling

"Well... I don't want to talk to the Acachallas about him... But he's a ghost from there so those PIE guys must know who he is!" 

"Yes! Let's go talk to Toast!"

"And Ghost."

"Right, him too..." She nodded, "Let's go!"

We ran outside and grabbed the golf cart, "BYE GRUNKLE STAN! BYE GRUNKLE FORD!" We shouted as we pulled away. We faintly heard Stan shouting at us to break some stuff, while Ford told us not to stay out too late. I love that they don't ask questions. Most of the time.

Within minutes we were at Ghost and Toast's campsite, and we almost crashed into them drinking tea or something. Toast jumped away and fell into their campfire hole(It was more like a bonfire pit...), but Ghost wasn't so lucky and dove into a rock.

"Ow ow ow..." Ghost mumbled, "Headacheeeee..."

"You alright over there sir?" Toast called while climbing out of the hole. It was pretty strange that a couple of kids drove into their campsite, interrupted 'tea time', and the first thing the do is check if each other's okay. And complain, in Ghost's case.

"Mmmmmmmgg Let's pick up some more Advil when we go out. Like, a lot more of it..." Ghost said from the rock, "this'd better be the last time I get such a headache here... Or I swear I'm gonna-"

"-OH, SIR LOOK IT'S MABEL AND DIPPER!" Toast shouted, jogging over to us. "Hullo!"

Mabel waved excitedly at them and I just glared a bit harder. "Ughh... Them again..." Ghost said squinting, "I think I have a concussion... I'm gonna need to see Billy later... Or Maddie..." He grumbled to himself while checking for blood. "What do you want?" He asked.