Weirdness and Wendip (Book 1)

Going quackers

Mabel's point of view. (Chapter dedicated to Mallard. A non existent man. Sorry no Wendip in this bit but the plot has to be driven some how.)

Beaky and myself burst into the shack. Soos and Stan were sitting in front of the television. Stan in the armchair with a Pitt cola in his hand. He'd switched back to his tattered and holey shirt, beside him Soos sat on the floor propped up against the large dinosaur skull. I yelled at them.

"Stan! Soos! Wendy fell into the weirdness bubble and Dipper and Ford went after them we've got to get back to them now. They're in a cave by the side of the cliff!" Stan continued watching the TV and sighed.

"Damn it kid, just for one lousy day could you not get into trouble." He said quietly turning towards me.  "HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES." He cried. "Mabel! Did you let the massive duck in?" He stared at Beaky in amazement. 

"Oh, this is Beaky, he's my friend from the bubble and we've got to look after him. Until Dipper and Ford get back that is." Stan's mouth dropped open as Beaky strode forward and shook his hand. Beaky spoke.

"How do you do Stan? I've heard much about you and I will say it is a pleasure." Soos stood up to inspect Beaky, also in awe.

"Wow dude, you're like the real deal Beaky." He said. Beaky continued.

"But we must get back to the bubble quickly, there will be time to talk on the way. We need to make haste, after observing your world I realise they are in far more danger than I previously imagined." Stan groaned.

"Come on, just one normal day. Now I'm taking orders from Daffy duck. Jesus Christ. But sure why not let's pack all our stuff and camp out for the whole night. Come on then let's go." He said the last part quite sarcastically still got up. 

Soos quickly packed enough food to sustain a small army as well as some camping equipment, sleeping bags, groundsheets, lanterns and a warm change of clothes for everyone including Ford, Dipper and Wendy. Stan also took his Pitt cola and one of Ford's H.V.F.A's though it was an older model than the one Ford carried.

With torches ablaze we walked out into the night along the path I had already walked twice that day. It was more spooky at night I thought. The wind ran through the trees, and unknown animals cried in the darkness, leaves crunched underfoot. Beaky leaned over to me and said.

"It's only natural to be frightened Mabel, the woods are always a scary place at night. I wouldn't know not having a night where I come from but all the same. Say why do you call your pig Waddles, it's a little demeaning don't you think." His beak curled upwards into a slight grin. I chuckled.

"Oh Beaky, you're so silly I call him Waddles because he waddles." I tutted. "I mean look at him he does doesn't he?"

"Yes he does waddle but it's still odd to be named after one of your most prominent features. I tell you what, I speak a little pig so I'll ask the fellow." Beaky then began to make small grunts to Waddles who stared at the duck as if bemusement. Waddles oinked back four or fives. Beaky frowned.

"He... he wishes to be called Waddles and now dislikes me for not believing you." Beaky whispered under his breath. "Pigs such stubborn creatures."

All of a sudden a whoosh of air knocked me and Waddles to the ground. Soos wobbled but stayed on his feet whilst Stan only dropped his Pitt Cola and withdrew his H.V.F.A. I looked over to see Beaky had gone and with it the best chance of getting Dipper back.

"Beaky!" I screamed. I looked across at Stan. He was as still as a statue, listening to the wind. He'd obviously heard something as he fired into the inky blackness of the sky. A cry came from above as the projectile had clearly found its mark. We waited for a minute. Stan swore loudly.

"Damn it, Ford and his peace loving tracking bullets, now we're going to have to find Tweety Pie before whatever that was has its way with him." On the handle of the weapon a screen came into life giving the approximate location of the pellet Stan had just fired. We watched the blip of colour on the screen move steadily further away before staying to rest in place.

"Well excellent now the Life of my great nephew rests in the hands of Ford, us and Donald duck." He waved in the direction the tracker indicated.

Soos proclaimed loudly. "We must rescue Beaky, a duck we have just met." And he charged off in the wrong direction.