Gravity Falls S3 (Continued)

Season 3 Episode 16: Pick Your Poison

Ah, the Gravity Falls Lake. Nothing was better than the smell of fish and the sound of waves as it hit the hard sand. Ideally a lake is almost as good as beach except it has harder sand and waves that are way smaller. None of it mattered to 13-year-old Dipper, however, since he was only there to take notes on some of the weird behavior in the gravitational pull of the waves.

The boy was sitting on the sand, tongue out the side of his mouth as he glanced up at the lake and back down at his own journal, in which he was sketching in. Inside the journal was a chart of the different water rising levels that had occurred in the past few days.

The lake was usually busier during this time of the summer, since summer was over halfway and almost over, which meant people were trying to cram in as much bonding and fishing as possible. Memories of Stan forcing the kids to be part of his fishing crew for the day danced in Dipper's head. He snorted and rolled his eyes, but following those actions, was a smile.

The lake wasn't bustling today...for that matter, the past few days. As if something was driving people away from the lake or maybe it was just Gravity Falls overall. Dipper couldn't blame them. The town was never heard of and practically a dump.

The boy rubbed his neck as a shock of pain seared through his neck and shoulders. He had been in the same position, hunched-over, for far too long and it was starting to cause him to pay the consequences. He stood up and stretched then rubbed his eyes as he glanced to his phone for the first time in hours. It was 6:00PM and he had about...20 missed phone calls. Half from Mabel. Half from Stan.

And he missed all of them.

Whoops.

He gulped and slid his journal under his arm as he dialed the phone with his older arm and called back his sister while walking back home. He would've started to run to get there sooner...but the chances of everything just dropping if he had done that would've been up high.

Right before he could even say a "hello?", Mabel shouted through the phone, almost loud enough for his eardrums to burst.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, GOOFUS?!" She screamed.

The teen pulled back the phone and blinked as he pulled it back. "I was just by the lake!! I told you guys before I left-"

"We were watching old DuckTective episodes, Dipper!! Nobody's gonna pay attention to you when we have DuckTective!!"

"Nice to know you and Stan care a whole lot about me." He scoffed with sarcasm. "I'm on the way back. Did I miss dinner?"

"Nah, i'm at the table as we speak. Say hi to Grunkle Stan!!" The girl put her phone on speaker phone, getting a confused stare by her great-uncle.

"U-uh...hi...Stan?" He responded awkwardly.

"Get your butt over here or i'm feeding your mac n cheese to the pig." Was the only thing Stan responded with.

Mabel laughed. "Waddles would love that!! Stay away as long as you want, Dipper!! Let's sacrifice the mac n cheese as a peace offering to the piggy!!"

"WHAT?!" Dipper yelped as he started to jog, moving his journal underneath his arm and holding it tighter. "No way!! I'm on the way, I swear!!"

"Aw, man." The girl sounded slightly disappointed. "Poor Waddles."

"I'm hanging up now!! I can't have two hands doing two things at the same time!"

"Can too, you're ambidextrous!"

"...That only applies to writing, Mabel."

"Tomato, Tomatoe!!"