Gravity Falls REBORN

The Dutchman's (Irrational) Treasure!

I'm half asleep, well, I was half asleep, until we hit a bump in the road. Mabel munches on some nachos, 'Bill Bill Bill Bill! Kill me...' she sticks two onto her ears, 'How?!'  "Haha! Nacho earrings. I'm hilarious!"

Stan peers into the rear view mirror, glancing at Mabel and coarsely snorted. "That's debatable. Aw, come on, what's with all this traffic?" Stan puts his hand up in an irritated manner, cars and wagons litter the roads, "And why is it all...covered wagons? Oh no! No! No!" He slams his foot on the gas pedal, then stopped abruptly due to walkers, generating me and the others to lunge forward.

"Ack!" I cough, my seat belt choking me. I move it, rubbing my red neck. 

Dipper rubs the back of his head, having bumped it from the sudden stop, "Grunkle Stan, what's going on?" now rubbing his side, one eye closed in pain.

"We gotta get outta here. Before it's too late!  " Grunkle Stan replies in a state of panic. He tries to get out of the road and turn back when the car gets circled by wagons pulled by donkeys. 

"They've circled the wagons! We're trapped! Nooooooooo!" Stan wails, throwing his head back, hands covering his face.

Mabel, who was in the middle seat, sees her chance to get out of her belt buckle. Un-clicking said buckle she scoots me over, looking out my window. A cow pops up out of no where, making me shriek, scaring the living daylights out of me. 

She puts her hand up to the window dramatically. The cow just stares in blankly. "I've gotta good feeling about today." She smiles and looks back to all of us. Dipper rolls his eyes while Stan just makes an audible, drawn out, high pitched whine.

I hum the theme song in my head

The twins and I pile out of the car, Stan quickly follows out his end and walks around to stand with us. We look around, observing various activities like candle dipping and gold panning.

"Ah, boy. It's Pioneer Day. Every year these yahoos dress up like idiots to celebrate the day Gravity Falls  was founded," Stan explains, crossing his arms, looking away disdainfully. Toby Determined comes up to us, doing a little jig. 'What the actual-'

"Welcome to 1863!" He welcomes. Stan puts a fist up to his face.

"I will break you little man!" The news reporter flees in terror, running and crashing into some nearby barrels.

The twins talk about marrying woodpeckers, Dipper proving it with the journal. The man who actually married a woodpecker walks up to us, putting his hand on his left should that was carrying his newly wed, "Oh it's very legal.." Creepy but I still want to touch a woodpecker.

I sneak behind him, going on my tippy-toes and carefully pet the bird. It freaks out for a second, turning around hastily. Seeing me apparently made it even worse because I suddenly had a woodpecker pecking my face. 'Wow, I must be really ugly....' "Gah! Pff-pleh, get, get freaking-off of me!" I struggle to get the vicious bird off my face. 

Fresh air seeps into the cuts forming into my face when the bird's husband yanks her off. My eyes twitch from the stinging pain I have rightfully received. "Ah-Ooh, yup, that hurts." I lightly touch my cut, bringing my hand back from the sharp pain quickly.

"Well, don't go around sneakin' up on birds like that, kid." Stan rolls his eyes. I cringe another time, the hot air stinging again. His eyes soften up seeing me in pain and he goes into the car, grabbing some butterfly bandages. He hands them to Dipper, "Here, take care of 'yer sister will ya'? I'm getting out of here," He looks around nervously and irritated.