Archives Falls

LBW: Part Two

"The line up goes on for years!"

Wendy, Pacifica, and Candy were currently stationed near the end of the line for the Tent o' Telepathy. Almost everyone (with the exception of Gideon and Fiddleford) must've been at this place, lined up to get in, or even outside of the town. Pacifica didn't think Gravity Falls could have this many people could live in such a small town.

Nor could she believe how slow this line was going. At this rate, she was questioning if the three would ever even get into the tent before the show started.

"I guess it's a pretty big event for the townsfolk," Candy said, glancing at the line and fixing her glasses.

From the look if it, it had to be the biggest event in the town. Then again, she wondered how much really went on in the town, and how much saying this was the biggest event in town really meant.

"What tricks do you think he'll do?" Wendy asked.

"I don't know, maybe a fortune telling one? Psychics often do that one," Pacifica said, thinking what would usually be done at psychic shows.

"That's lame, I hope he does something cool, like make stuff fly! How awesome would that be?" Wendy said.

Pacifica didn't answer, but instead looked back at Candy. "Thanks again for taking us, Candy."

Candy smiled at them once again. "You're welcome. I think sometimes Mister Pines doesn't understand how much kids want fun. The least I can do is take you guys to a magic show. Just don't tell Mister Pines, or I'm in trouble."

Despite supposedly being his most loyal employee, Pacifica couldn't help but notice how many times she had done things that she knew Fiddleford would not like. Perhaps Candy knew Fiddleford was her boss at work, but he didn't control what she did outside of the workplace.

"Doesn't this feel cool, Paz? We're doing something that Grunkle Fiddleford said not to do. This is so cool." Wendy said.

Pacifica nodded in agreement. She wonder if this is the kind of energy that teenagers on television experienced when they did something thatthey weren't supposed to. A rebellious energy or adrenaline or something similar

Finally, after what seemed at least to Wendy seemed like a million years, the three got to the front of the line, where there was two men standing at the entrance.

"Tickets, please," the first man said.

Candy handed him the three tickets that she had gotten. While she was doing this, Pacifica looked at the other man, standing near with with a large sack.

"Take a try, put your money in this bag, and I will preform the act of making it disappear!" The man called out to the crowd.

Pacifica frowned. She figured this place was a tourist trap, but the fact the man was saying that made her stomach churn. Who did they think they were fooling? The man was obviously trying to get the crowd to give him their money. But the sad thing, looking at the bag, she had assumed it was a good majority of the people here, sadly.

"What's with that guy?" Wendy asked, pointing towards the man.

"I don't really know," Pacifica replied, quickly trying to get away from the man holding the bag.

"Come on, girls," Candy said, ushering the two inside of the tent.

Despite the outside giving off a very mysterious and almost nice feel, the inside was not nearly as nice. It wasn't dirty or gross, but it wasn't as, perhaps extravagant, Pacifica might say. It was some cheap chairs all set up into rows, like the ones they had at their schools for fancy assemblies. In the front, there was curtains, which she assumed was hiding a stage behind it.