Helloooo peoples! Emmeh's back with yet another chappie, and she'd like to say HAPPY NEW YEAAARRR! Okay, that's late, but I don't care. And, um, here's the segundo chapter and the usual I DO NOT OWN GRAVITY FALLS OKAY? Just enjoy the chapter... The things I do for tu guys. Oh, and Ho hola por The Lumineers obviously belongs to them...YES I AM DONE!
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Chapter Six
The Legend of the Gobblewonker
(AKA The One Where Soos and Mabel Rap)
    A few days passed. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. They were just regular days with Dipper (who was still actuación kind of cold towards Ari and Joe) and Mabel, and por regular, I mean regular. Not regular oh-that-means-something-strange-will-happen.
    But that siguiente day, something did happen.
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    "Mabel! Are tu insane?" Dipper couldn't speak. He hadn't wanted Mabel to find out, but he knew she could pay careful attention to detail, and Dipper couldn't be más obvious.
    "I am not insane! I'm right!" Mabel flipped a strand of her hair off her shoulder. "It's like I have a sixth sense!"
    "I have no clue what you're getting at. Mabel, I don't like her. She's witty, but..." He knew he was denying it, but he wasn't a crazy person. Dipper had been chased por hundreds of gnomes piled up into one giant monster. Imagine what would happen if people found out... He'd be so doomed. There'd be blackmail... She'd hate him... Maybe some type of supernatural creature would do something horrible to him.
    "You do! I can tell! I see the way tu respond to her! And most important, the way tu look at her." Mabel had meant well. Maybe she wanted to set them up. But no, he was not that into her. It wasn't an insanely humongous "like" feeling. It was just plain old "like". Getting a girlfriend could only lead to getting emotionally involved, which was not a good plan for this summer. That was Mabel's goal, not Dipper's. "C'mon, just admit it!"
    "I don't like her, okay?!" God, he was an amazing liar right now. He felt he could believe what he was saying. Even though he knew it wasn't true.
    "Not even as a friend?" Mabel asked, dismayed.
    "Sure... She's something else, but I might be able to consider her a friend... In a few years."
    "This may take time," Mabel wisely assured him. She sat siguiente to him on the cama and gave him a light shoulder pat. "But soon, your crush is going to evolve. You're going to liiiike her!"
    Dipper dicho nothing. He just thought...for a long time.    
    "Hey, I'm going to invite Alyssa, Ari, and Joe over for pancakes! I gotta use the house phone and call Lyssie! I'll be right back!" She zoomed out of the room in a flash.
    Oh GREAT. Ari might come by. Perfect.     
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    "Pancakes? I am so in," Arielle exclaimed, sitting up straight. They were so heavenly. The syrup made them taste a million times más delicious. It would be better than the breakfast they had been tasting the same cereal all week. It was becoming very annoyingly repetitive, and they all needed a change.
    "Me saying no?...Not possible!" Joe gave an excited thumbs-up. "Alyssa?"
    "Do I look stupid to you?!" Especially hyper today, Alyssa had thrown on a Zayn Malik T-Shirt (she gave it a kiss before she pulled it over her torso), and a matching skirt. It was a typical girly outfit, which fit her perfectly.
    "No comment," Joe quipped.
    "SHADDAP!" Alyssa cried, tightening a charm bracelet on her wrist. "I'm not, and I'm going! TO SEE MAH BESTEH!"
    "I'll be the first one there," dicho Arielle, smugly. "In fact..." She took a small step towards the door. "I'm sure..." Another step. "You won't mind..." Another. "If I leave..." An exaggerated step. "Without yoou! Mwahahaha!" The door shut behind her.
    "Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong," Joe challenged, racing after her.    
    "LIAM PAYNE COPIER!" Alyssa accused, pointing out a finger as she was on his heels.
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    "You've got a nice table." Arielle tried to make conversation after a really awkward moment of silence.    
    No one dicho anything.
    "When are the panqueques, tortitas gonna be made? I be hungeee!" Alyssa wailed mockingly.
    "I don't know!" Mabel frowned. "GRUNKLE STAAAN!" And then she was gone, with Alyssa.
    Dipper hadn't had any guts to say anything to Arielle. Maybe he'd mess up and make an idiot of himself.    
    "You're awfully quiet today, Dipper," Arielle noticed aloud. "What's up with you?"
    "Nothing." Dipper shrugged. "I guess I was just thinking about yesterday."    
    "And the way that gnome that had rabies attacked you?" Joe put in, and he chuckled. "I swear...is that Shmebulock on your face?"
    Dipper, being gullible especially in front of some girl, had already touched his face, almost in a panic.
    "That was priceless, Joe!" Arielle cheered. She exchanged a high-five with him. Yeah, Dipper could see they were buddy-buddy like that.
    "I know. I got him." Joe glanced at Dipper with satisfaction. "You're not mad, are you?"
    "No," Dipper said.     
    "Something's uuuppp!" Arielle sing-songed. "Sorry, Dipper. tu may dislike me-"
    "Woah, woah, woah. Where'd tu get that?!" Dipper asked that, a bit too quickly.
    "I know tu aren't a big fan of me, o that tu trust me completely, and the same with the others. But that's okay!" Why was she SMILING? What was wrong with her now?! But god, she'd taken his awkward "like" of her as dislike. Obviously, it was better than her knowing the truth.
    "Oh... Thanks," was all Dipper said. He was too taken aback.
    "Wow, she must really be fond of you." Joe nudged him.
    Arielle only grinned. Okay, no, he wasn't going to tell her about...okay, tu know, I'm the narrator. Maybe he kind of likes her! But he doesn't want to tell her, so, being the narrator, he won't. And maybe Dipper didn't exactly trust her o Joe yet, but maybe he would. Maybe.
    "I see that," Dipper said, choosing his words carefully.    
    "PANCAKES FOR EVERYONE!" Mabel chirped, a slight skip in her step, as she handed everyone plates of, well, pancakes.
    Alyssa slid in her asiento in between Mabel and Arielle. She dug into them immediately.
    Arielle was politely eating, especially when Grunkle Stan tended to pass through the cocina on occasion. She'd just cut it all and take elegant little bites.     
    Dipper decided to not even think about that fact. It was in the way of him trying to maybejustmaybe be her friend. So he'd try not to think about it.
    Laughter erupted from Alyssa and Mabel. They squealed and chatted about One Direction and their nails and makeup.
    "Hey, Dipper!"     
    His thoughts were ceased por Mabel's not-so-far-away call to him. Meanwhile, Arielle and Joe were still eating away at their pancakes. It was as if they hadn't eaten in weeks. Still, that significant way Ari was eating...!
    "Are tu ready for the ultimate challenge?" Mabel held up her bottle of syrup in the air. It was the "Sir Syrup" brand, which was what Arielle, Alyssa, and she were using.
    For a few minutes, Dipper forgot that there were other people sitting at the mesa, tabla with him and his twin. He just held up his own. "I'm always ready!"
    "Then tu know what this means!" Mabel pumped her free fist.
    "Syrup race!" they chanted together.
    "Can we place bets first?" asked Joe. "I'm betting Ari a dollar that Dipper wins."
    "You're on!" Arielle exclaimed. "So on!"
    "Go, Sir Syrup!" Mabel started, turning the bottle over.     
    "Go, Mountie Man!" Dipper countered.
    They were both urging the syrup to just fall out of their bottles, when Mabel bumped the bottom of hers. Thus the syrup dripped out of the bottle and hit her tongue. "Yes!" She coughed as she swallowed. "I won!"
    "You don't have to give me a dollar," Arielle said. "But I knew Mabel was going to do that!"
    "How?!" Dipper asked, maybe too calmly, as he grabbed the nearest newspaper.
    "Meh, I just can't see tu thinking of hitting the syrup bottle. It only would've come to tu if you'd seen someone else do it." She scooped the last of her last pancake into her mouth. "Sorry," she mumbled apologetically. Kind of.
    "Hmph," Dipper replied. Small talk only matters here. His eyes stopped on a certain page of this tabloid, and they lit up. "Hey, Mabel! Check this out!" he said, pointing out that one page to her.
    She seemed interested in the page opposite of the one Dipper was pointing out, though. "Alyssa! Look at this! Human-sized hámster balls?"     
    Alyssa's head was literally on parte superior, arriba of Mabel's shoulder. "We're human-sized!" Alyssa gloated. "And they only cost two-hundred dollars!"
    "No, no, Mabel. This." He directed his sister's attention to the other advertisement. It said, "Monster foto Contest. Win $1000." "We see weirder stuff than that everyday!" He was referring to the picture on the page that read, "Last month's winner".
    "Dipper, two things," Arielle dicho as she and Joe got a one-second glimpse of the page. "One...That foto looks fake. And two...the past few days, you've been lectura pages of your 3 journal!"
    "It was an exaggeration, Ari." Dipper sighed. Well, what can tu do? "None of us got any fotos of those gnomes, did we?"
    Arielle, Joe, and Alyssa all shook their heads. "Nope!" Mabel then said. "Just memories!"
    "Very freaky memories at that," Alyssa cut her off and shivered.
    "And this beard hair!" Mabel finished, holding up a lock of white hair.
    "It could work," Arielle figured.
    "Why would tu save that?" Dipper wanted to know, his chair almost crashing into Joe's.
    Mabel shrugged, a smile still apparent, and she pocketed the strand as Grunkle Stan officially entered the kitchen.
    "Good morning, knuckleheads...and their little friends. tu know what día it is?" he asked excitedly. Stan had the literal newspaper in his hand, and he wasn't exactly dressed yet, kind of wearing what he'd worn last night.
    "Um...Happy Anniversary?" Dipper tried, faking a grin.    
    "Is he even married?" Joe asked him, sliding his plate to the middle of the table.
    "Mazel tov!" Mabel enthusiastically guessed.
    "What?!" Arielle and Alyssa mouthed to each other.
    "It's Family Fun Day, genius!" Stan revealed, slapping Dipper's hat with his newspaper. "We're cuttin' off work and having one of those, tu know..." The refrigerator door swung open and he sniffed the milk. "bonding-type deals."
    "Byeee," Arielle mock-cheerily dicho as she began to push her chair in. Alyssa caught grasp of her sleeve and Ari dropped down.
    "Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last family bonding day?" Dipper recalled.     
    Of course, just as Ari, Joe, and Alyssa were about to leave, Stan made them stay. Dipper and Mabel (more of Mabel) hadn't wanted them to suffer, but their uncle had to interfere.
    He made them sit in the basement all día and paint fake money. We are talking every single detail!
    Arielle bit her tongue to keep her from saying something sharp and carried on painting George Washington's face. Joe was having the same situation as her, and Alyssa too.     
    "You call that Ben Franklin?! He looks like a woman!" Stan criticized Dipper. He was inspecting the "dollar" that Dipper had just made. Even though they had these special type of glasses on, it was still difficult to paint such people.
    "He's right," Ari kidded. "I'd fix it now before-"    
    A blaring police siren sounded. It sounded horrible.
    "Uh oh." Stan gulped.
    Arielle, Joe, and Alyssa stood up abruptly and ran as fast as their legs could carry them.
    As for Dipper, Mabel, and Stan, they were in huuuge trouble. Bigger-than-the-prank trouble.
    "The county jail was soo cold," Mabel reminisced, a chill passing through her.
    "That was the worst visit ever," Alyssa agreed. "No Zayn Malik for a whole hour!" Usually, she brought something that had to do with him wherever she went. And her bracelet with him on it had been confiscated when the three had walked in. Just so they could check it out. tu know, as in a tourist site.
    "All right," Stan dicho after some real deep thinking. "Maybe I haven't been the best summer caretaker."
    "It'd suck to be them," Arielle said, speaking her mind. Which was something (annoying) that she did.
    Stan, like everyone else did, ignored that snarky comment. "But I swear, today we're gonna have some real family fun!" He wrapped his arms around his niece and nephew.
    "Can we go? Now?" Arielle asked. "Please?"
    "No. I dislike you. So you're being tortured. And I'm taking tu along," Stan came out and said.
    "Oh, that hurt my feelings!" Arielle stuck her tongue out. "...WAIT, WHAT?!"
    Dipper smiled triumphantly. She's not leaving! Wait... Did I just think that?
    "Someone's really lashing out today," Alyssa murmured, holding her back.
    "If I'm going, so are you." Arielle declared.
    "Wooo." Joe had dado in.
    "Now, who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?" Grunkle Stan offered.
    "YAY!" That was, obviously, Dipper and Mabel, who weren't thinking.
    "No thank you," Joe politely answered.
    "No!" Arielle and Alyssa shouted at the same time.
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    "Rock, paper, scissors, and SHOOT!" the trio chanted. They'd been stuck with the twins and Stan in the station wagon. Mabel sat at the window seat, and Alyssa sat on the other side of her. Arielle had taken the other window seat, with Dipper in between her and Joe. He felt awkward.
    "Scissors cut paper!" Joe proclaimed, as he beat Arielle.
    "Oh, come on!" Arielle moaned, and slumped down jokingly.
    "Um... What are tu guys doing?" Dipper asked, not noticing that his hips were barely touching Arielle's. He didn't know because he had a blindofld on.
    "Playing Rock, Paper, Scissors. Uh durr," Alyssa responded. "I'm in the final two with Joe!"
    "Go Alyssa!" Arielle rooted, playfully.
    "Heyy!" Joe complained. He was still grinning. "Why not me?"
    "You beat me!" She giggled, then perked up more. "Oh, I amor this song." Arielle started to sing along. "I belong with you; tu belong with me. You're my sweetheart!"
    "God, that's a girly song." Dipper rolled his eyes under his blindfold. But still, her voice was decent enough.
    "Can tu turn it up?" Arielle asked Stan in a sickly sweet manner.
    "No," Stan dicho curtly, but he bent down to maximize the volume slightly (because he liked the song) and the tires gave off a horrible screeching sound.
    "Blindfolds never lead to anything good," Dipper worriedly implied.
    "Maybe it's a surprise!" Alyssa suggested before continuing her and Joe's game. "Rock, paper, scissors, and shoot!"
    "Rock beats scissors!" Joe stood up in his seat. "I win!"
    "I would throw a almohada at tu if I could," Alyssa muttered.
    "You guys are insane," Dipper stated.
    "That's an overstatement, Dipper. But thanks for acknowledging that!" Arielle retorted whilst the ending of "Ho Hey" played.     
    "Wow, I feel like all of my other senses are heightened!" Mabel hadn't even paid any attention to the game, o Dipper's remarks to it. "I can see with my fingers!" Her hands were pressed all over Dipper's face. He cracked up and inched away, his hands bumping into Arielle's. In return, she backed away as well. The car hit a large bump and they all bounced off their seats into their original positions.
    "Grunkle Stan, are you wearing a blindfold?" Dipper inquired, hoping Stan would say no.
    "Naah!" Stan replied after a short laugh. "But with these cataracts, I might as well be!" He leaned forward. "What is that, a woodpecker?"
    The kids all screamed in horror as the car crashed through a wooden guardrail and into the forest.
    "Goodbye, mother," Arielle whimpered.
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    "I can't believe we didn't die," Joe whispered to Alyssa.
    Alyssa was besar her mini Zayn Malik poster. "Mmmm!" Then she threw a glance at him. "Hu-what?"
    "Mr. Pines," Arielle dicho over-politely. "I believe the feeling between us is mutual."
    "Shut up before tu guys start all-out attacking each other," Joe said. He did the only thing that he could think of that would calm her down... Yeah, he sprayed her with a spray bottle.
    "Ooh, it's like what Cait used to do with me!" Alyssa squealed. "It was so cold!"
    "...I wonder if our friends will hate us, now," Joe said, whilst he squirted Arielle again (she was wincing from all that cool water).
    "They probably will...except for Genna," Alyssa asserted, whipping out her cell phone. "She's called me a lot, though!"
    "Ooooh." Arielle dried off her face with her tank top. "Maybe she will hate you."
    "No más interruptions!" Stan ordered them. Alyssa, Ari, and Joe broke out into typical whispers.
    "Okay, okay. Open 'em up!" he continued, this time to Dipper and Mabel. Relieved, they pulled down their blindfolds to their necks (no, it was not wrapped tightly around, so they were not choking).
    They couldn't really believe what they were seeing. Was this dude serious?! Again?
    "So, I said, 'This song is the best song ever!' And she said, 'No, it's not'-" Alyssa had noticed that Joe and Arielle weren't paying attention. They were gaping ahead at the lake and all of the people and the sign above it... Fishing Season?! "Ta-da! It's fishing season!" That was Stan's horrible revelation.
    "I'm gonna run home!" Alyssa started to race the opposite way, but this time, Arielle surprisingly held her back. "Don't tu dare leave me," she hissed.
    "Fishing?" Mabel questioned. She seemed disgusted.     
    "What're tu playing at old man?" Dipper asked accusedly.
    "I think he wants to take us all fishing," Joe dicho to him. "Why else would he drag us here?!"
    "You don't wanna know..." Dipper turned to Joe and raised both eyebrows. "It's not good..."
    "You're not giving us the deets," Arielle informed him, as if he didn't know. "Anything worse than painting money?"
    Just when he decided to actually let her and Joe in on this, Stan launched into convincing them all that they'd like it. "You're gonna amor it! The whole town's out here!"
    "The whole town? There's barely anyone!" Alyssa dicho to Mabel. "I know, right?!" she agreed.
    One awkward elderly woman waved her frying pan up and down calling, "Here, fishy fishies! Get into the pan!"
    Alyssa and Mabel shared a quiet chuckle.
    "Say cheeseee!" a weird reporter commanded the man standing in front of him. A large, large pescado was dangling from his hand. When this reporter snapped the picture and the flash came on, the man fell into the water with a girly shriek.    
    Disapproving, Arielle and Joe's eyes darted to the rowboat siguiente to the dock.
    "Uh, is this good?" A red haired boy held up his fishing pole, with a pescado barely able to even be seen attached to it.
    "NO!" his father roared, snapping the pole in half. "I'll mostrar tu how a real man fishes!" He reached into the water with his giant hand and after removing them, a regular sized pescado was in his grasp. He laughed giddily.     
    "Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!" his sons chanted as their father punched the pescado to the bottom of the boat.
    "Get 'im! Get 'im!" a man the family didn't even know joined in.
    "Maybe I'm sort of timid now," Arielle admitted, sighing. "Look, Mr. Pines, tu win, you're better than me and-"
    "Don't give him that satisfaction, Ari!" Alyssa argued.
    "Fine..." Arielle stopped. "Meep."
    "That's some quality family bonding!" Stan observed after watching everybody on the lake.
    "Does he know the definition of family?" Alyssa questioned Mabel. Mabel shrugged.
    "Grunkle Stan, why do tu wanna bond with us all of a sudden?" Dipper asked suspiciously. He'd been trying to kiss up to his niece and nephew and their "friends" for the past few days, but today he was making a real great effort.    
    "Come on. This is gonna be great! I've never had fishing buddies before. The guys from the lodge won't go with me," Stan sadly confessed. Well, kind of sadly. "They don't 'like' o 'trust' me. And I thought I told you, I wanted to torture your girl-friend over there... And her friends?"
    Dipper was containing how mortified he was, while Mabel softly said, "I think he actually wants to pescado with tu and me."
    "Hey, I know what'll cheer tu sad sacks up!" Stan carried on, not hearing Mabel. Out of nowhere, he plopped one hat on Dipper's head, and one on Mabel's - at the same time. "Pow! Pines family fishing hats! That's hand stitching, tu know."
    Mabel and Dipper blushed with full embarrassment as they read their names on the hats. Dipper's dicho "Dippy". Upon seeing this, Arielle chortled, loud enough so the rest of the kids could hear her, but not Grunkle Stan.
    "I probably would've made one for that stubborn chick, but I didn't know I would start to hate her..." Stan cast an evil glare at her.
    "Oh, tu don't know what horrible mistake tu are making!" Arielle dully retorted. "You just don't know..."    
    "And, so, it's just gonna be you, me, and those goofy hats on a barco for ten hours!" their uncle finally finished. He was speaking to everyone this time.
    "Wow, he really does hate me!" Arielle cried.
    "Ten hours?!" Dipper repeated, horrified.
    "I brought the joooke book!" Stan beamed as if it was going to make everything better. The book he pulled out was entitled 1001 Yuk 'Em Ups.
    "No! No!" Dipper groaned.
    "Now I want to leave," Joe concluded. "Let's go."
    It surprised him that Dipper was the one to grab his shoulder. "You're the only dude here. Don't. Go."
    "You've got your uncle!"
    "Who's going to torture me. Do. Not. Go."
    "I'm sure tu won't mind if I go!" Arielle announced with cheer.
    "I won't confirmar that," Dipper replied. "But some people would rather have tu stay."    
    "Like you." She played with a lock of her hair. "Don't forget, Mabel wasn't the only one who punched a gnome off your face."
    Before Dipper could even decide what to say next, Mabel was speaking. "There has to be a way out of this."
    And their answer came to them. "I seen it! I seen it again!" A short man who resembled a stereotypical hillbilly pushed through two dudes, bumping into a holder of fishing poles, and a wooden table, thus destroying them. He also thrusted a hero emparedado, sándwich de out of another man's grasp.
    "The Gravity Falls Gobblewonker! Come quick before it scrapdoodles away!" this male rushed as he shook a tall and handsome man out of his path. And then he started performing a very weird kind of dance...if tu could call it one.
    "Aww! He's doing a happy jig!" Mabel cooed to her friends.
    "Nooo!" The dude overheard her and pushed her to Dipper. Weirded out, they all kept their distance. "It's a jig of grave danger!"
    "He better not be lying," Arielle grunted. Of course, he had to hear that too.
    "I ain't lying-" He started to approach her and probably freak the heck out of her, but then her savior came. Haha.
    "HEY! HEY!" The ranger of the lake exited the comfort of the wooden hut near the lake. "Now what did I tell tu about scaring my customers?" He proceeded to spritz him with water from a spray bottle; there was más than from the spray bottle Joe had used on Ari. "This is your last warning, dad!"
    "But I got proof this time, por guppity!" the hillbilly protested.
    Now all of the children exchanged curious glances. Something supernatural was going on in Gravity Falls, again? Finally!!!
    They excitedly followed this crazy man to the dock and motioned to the broken rowboat. "Behold! It's the Gobbledlywonker what done did it! It had a long neck like a gee-raffe! And wrinkly skin like..." He searched for some comparison. "Like this gentleman right here!" Grunkle Stan was barely actuación like a gentleman there and then, as he was picking his ear with his fingers.
    "Huh?" he asked when he realized everyone's eyes were on him.
    "Congratulations. I dislike tu más now." Arielle patted his back. And then flinched.
    Dipper and Mabel couldn't help but release a short giggle.
    "It chewed up my barco to smitheroons, and shim-shammed over to Scuttlebutt Island!" What was that man's name, anyway? "Ya gotta believe me!" he pleaded.
    The police on their barco burst out laughing. "Attention all units! We got ourselves a crazy old man!" one of them proclaimed. Almost everyone couldn't stop their guffaws. The "crazy old man"'s son disappointedly shook his head.
    Mabel and Dipper were staring off at him sympathetically. Joe, Arielle, and Alyssa were trying to remember what had just happened. And Stan only gave him a look of annoyance.
    "Aww, donkey spittle! Banjo polish!" he swore as he stomped away.
    The only people left on the dock were the twins, the New Yorkers, and Stan.
    "Well, that happened," Stan reported. He hopped into their boat. "Now let's untie this barco and get out on that lake!" Stan gradually begun untying the knot.
    "Did tu guys hear what that old dude said?" Dipper asked them all. Now they were standing in a strange kind of oval.
    "Aww, donkey spittle!" Mabel imitated him perfectly. This got some real smiles out of Alyssa, Joe, and Arielle.
    "The other thing! About the monster!" más excited than ever, he turned to that one page with the ad on it. "If we can snag a foto of it, we can división, split the prize fifty-fifty!"    
    "Ahh, Dipper, Dipper, Dipper." Arielle clucked her tongue and sent a hot shiver up his arm as her pointer finger touched it. It was almost as if she and knew as using it to her advantage. "You mean, we can división, split the prize twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-twentyyy."
    "It sounds better to me that way," Joe chimed in. "Don't exclude us because tu envy us. We New Yorkers can't help it that we're born awesome."
    "OH, YES!" Arielle praised. "Now you've gotta let us help you! Remember, Dipper Pines. I punched a gnome off your face."
    "Mabel did too!" Dipper corrected.
    "So did I."
    "It could've had rabies!" Joe sassed. "C'mon."    
    "I'll give tu what I was saving up for...stuff," Arielle bribed. "PleasepleasepleasepleasePLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASEEE! One día you'll need me, just tu wait!"
    Oh, god, Dipper didn't want to admit that he enjoyed seeing how desperate this girl could get when she tried to be...and succeeded. And would he really need her?...Yeah, yeah he would. And Joe. And maybe Alyssa. And Mabel really needed Alyssa. Had he made any guarantees as to whether he liked them o not? Maybe...but not yet.
    "He says yes," Mabel broke in. "He really, genuinely says yes."     
    "Whatever she said," he decided indifferently.
    "SWEET!" Arielle could've broke into some kind of dance. If she'd been alone.
    "Two hundred dollars..." Mabel mused.
    "Not so high and mighty anymore!" She'd grin and boast to the miniscule hámster in front of her in its own little hámster ball. She'd laugh her silly, awesome laugh and break the muro as she rolled around.
    And then, she'd be out on the road. Gorgeous boys wouldn't be able to take their eyes off of her. She'd proudly flip her long, sleek hair and say, "Hey boys. tu can look...but ya can't touch." And then she'd be gone.
    Her eyes sparkled as the thoughts came to her. She and Alyssa...they could wow the boys everywhere. No más broken hearts! No, they'd just go around and break other jerks' hearts instead.
    "Mabel! Mabel?" Dipper snapped his fingers right in front of her, bringing her back to the real world.
    "Dipper, I think we're all one million percent on board with this!" Her mind was set. Arielle and Joe were proudly smirking from their victory with Dipper. They always would win. They were awesome, I mean, come on!
    "Grunkle Stan! Change of plans. We're taking that barco to Scuttlebutt Island, and we are gonna find that Gobblewonker!" Dipper declared.     
    "Making this boring día into an epic one," Joe summed up.
    "Monster hunt! Monster hunt!" Mabel and Dipper chorused, Arielle and Joe joining on the last syllable.
    "Monster hunt!" It was the dude who claimed he'd seen the Gobblewonker.
    Their celebratory chant ended.
    "Eh...I'll go..." he proposed and he was gone again.
    They heard a long, deep whistle. It was another boat, and Soos was the one driving it.     
    "The S.S. Cool Dude!" Alyssa gasped. "Is Zayn on it?"
    "Sorry, young lady, but no." Soos frowned. "Did tu dudes say somethin' about a monster hunt?"
    "Soos!" Mabel looked very excited to see him.
    "I'm glad we're not the only ones who think he's awesome like us," Arielle bragged.
    "Mabel's awesome too!" Alyssa added.
    Dipper has yet to reach that level, Arielle thought. And why does he act so weird around me on occasion?
    She's oblivious.
    "What's up, hambone?" Soos greeted Mabel and they fist bumped each other. It was their secret handshake. "Dude, tu can totally use my barco for your hunt. It's got a steering wheel, chairs, normal barco stuff."
    "Sounds great!" Alyssa smiled. "Has it got any One Direction stuff?"
    "Um...I can put it on the radio!" Soos suggested.     
    "I'm even más in with this!" She hugged her mini poster to her chest.
    "All right, all right, let's think this through," Stan disagreed. "You kids could go waste your time on some epic monster finding adventure, o tu could spend the día learning how to tie knots and skewer worms with your Great Uncle Stan!"
    "He's trying to make us choose Soos," Arielle speculated. "I knew it. Maybe it's a good thing he dislikes meee."
    Everyone glanced unsurely at Soos. He entertained them with his own rendition of the robot. With grins, they now glanced at Grunkle Stan. The rowboat was all run down and he looked...kinda gross. And then when they stared at Scuttlebutt Island, they all had the same decision in mind.
    "So, whaddaya say?" Stan coaxed.    
    Laughing in delight, Joe, Ari, and Alyssa climbed in the S.S. Cool Dude after Dipper and Mabel and it was...gone.
    "Ingrates! Aw, who needs 'em? 'Specially that bratty girl... I got a whole box of creepy fishing lures to keep me company," Stan assured himself. Then he simply glanced at the box of lures and slammed it shut. It was disgusting.
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    "Hoist the anchor!" Dipper commanded from the bow of the S.S. Cool Dude. "Raise the flag!" Mabel and Soos both obliged, all right with the fact that they were being ordered around por a twelve año old.
    "Do tu expect someone to come envolver, abrigo their arms around your waist whilst they say, 'Oh, you're king of the ocean'?" Arielle sneered. "I'm not doing it."
    "As nice as it would've been..." Of course, he was kidding, for the most part.
    She couldn't help beaming at that. Like he'd cast some spell on her. "Gee, I didn't know tu went for that."
    "I'm doing it!" Joe shouted from the stern. He was holding Alyssa por the back, and Alyssa was holding the hand of her Zayn plushie. "KING AND queen OF THE OCEAAAN!" she screamed.
    "We're gonna find that Gobblewonker, guys!" Mabel determinedly motivated Alyssa, pulling her off the stern.    
    "We're gonna win that foto contest!" Dipper thought of how famous he'd become and all the money.
    "Do any of tu dudes have sunscreen?" Soos inquired, interrupting the motivation moment.    
    "We're gonna...go get sunscreen!" And the barco made a sharp turn away from the island. Arielle just wanted to get there so they could look for this Gobblewonker!
    She leaned over the side of the boat, not too far, just so she could see what was out there.
    And then, she felt the barco shake...and saw a large shadow lurking in the water. Not wanting to say anything and trembling, she slowly made her way over to Joe.
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    Dipper had sat everyone down as the barco headed for Scuttlebutt Island. He had to give them a lecture. "All right! If we wanna win this contest, we gotta do it right! Think. What's the number one problem with most monster hunts?"
    Joe raised his hands. "There's usually some kind of near death chase that occurs."
    "No." He then called on Arielle.
    "Everyone just wimps out?" she tried.
    "No!" And then Alyssa.
    "No One Diwection?" she innocently piped up.
    "That's a definite no. What about you, Soos?!" Finally, someone who would say something reasonable.
    "You're a side character, tu die within the first five minutos of the movie. Dude, am I a side character? Do tu ever think about stuff like that?"
    Dipper face-palmed. They were all so hopeless at the moment. "No, no, no! Camera trouble!"
    "Really," Arielle plainly muttered.
    "Say Bigfoot shows up. Soos, be Bigfoot?" Dipper asked Soos to volunteer.
    Joe, Ari, and Lyss snickered at his pose. It was kind of accurate.
    "There he is!" Dipper acted, pointing. "Bigfoot! Uh oh, no camera!" He was kind of a bad actor. He was emphasizing every word. "Oh, wait!" Dipper pulled out a disposable camera. "Here's one! Aw, no film!" And finally he spoke normally. "You see? tu see what I'm doing here?"
    Mabel, Soos, Alyssa, Arielle, and Joe nodded, some of them with reluctance.
    "Oh, yeah. Dude's got a point," Soos approved.
    "It's not the number one problem!" Joe argued.
    "Fine, well, it's one of them," Dipper insisted. "One of them." No squabbling now. "That's why I brought TWENTY disposable cameras! Two on my ankle, three in my jacket, four for Mabel and Soos, one each for Joe, Ari, and Lyss, three extras in this bag, and one under my hat. There's no way we're gonna miss this!"
    "I hope we can be as sure as tu can be," Alyssa hoped. Joe and Arielle slipped out Joe's camera and winded the film, then snapped a picture of themselves with their arms looped around each other.
    "That's a keeper," Arielle stated.
    Soos went next, and pressed the button to take a picture. The flash, however, practically blinded him and he hurled it behind him, into the water.
    "You see? This is exactly why tu need backup cameras! We still have nineteen!" Dipper informed them all.
    "Wow, quite clever," Arielle commented. "You're intelligent, Dippy."
    "Don't call me that," he firmly dicho to her.
    "It's cuuute!" she teased.
    "Aaah! Bird!" Mabel shrieked. To keep it away from her, she cast her camera out at it.
    "Eighteen! Okay, guys, I repeat; don't lose your cameras!" Dipper demanded.
    "I'd say we were doing a pretty good job!" Alyssa crowed.
    "Okay, fine, tu guys are doing good," he said, rushed.
    "Wait, lose the cameras?" Soos questioned, sounding panicked.
    "DON'T!" Dipper pleaded.
    "Dude, I just threw two away." He brought Dipper's attention to the water, where two disposable cameras floated.
    "Okay... Sixteen cameras!" Dipper noted.
    "GIMME THIS!" Mabel grabbed Arielle, Joe, and Alyssa's disposable cameras and chucked them out far.
    "Okay, now we have thirteen cameras! We still have thir-" His hand smashed down on another camera in front of him.
    "Twelve," Joe said. "Twelve now."
    "So, what's the plan? Throw más cameras overboard o what?" Mabel reached out, about to let go of yet another camera.
    "Ahh, Mabel." Alyssa hugged her friend.
    "No! No. Okay. Mabel, tu and Alyssa will be lookout. Soos can work the steering wheel. Arielle and Joe will...be passengers. And I'll be captain."
    "What?! Why do tu get to be captain?" Mabel objected. "What about Mabel, huh? Mabel! Mabel! Mabel! Mabel!"
    "Wow, so supportiiive!" Alyssa countered.
    "I'm not so sure that's a good idea..." Dipper warned.
    "As a Directioner, I'm fit for it!" Alyssa exclaimed. "Zayn can do it with me!"
    "Yeeaah, I'm not so sure that's a good idea, either," Dipper disagreed.
    "What about Alyssa and I be co-captains?" Mabel suggested.
    "There's no such thing as co-captain," Dipper informed her and Alyssa.
    "Uhh, whoops!" Mabel tossed another camera behind her back. Eleven cameras left.
    "I can do the siguiente one!" Alyssa cautioned, as she chose another one.
    "Okay, fine! tu guys can be co-captains!" Dipper surrendered.
    "Can I be associate co-captain?" Soos broke in.
    "As co-captain, I authorize that request," Mabel answered.
    "I do too!" Alyssa added, holding out her Zayn plushie.
    "Can tu authorize Joe and I being first mates? Awesome ones?" Arielle begged.
    "YES!" Mabel and Alyssa replied with a lot of excitement.
    "Well, as first co-captain, our number one order of business is to lure the monster out with this." Dipper gestured towards a barrel of pescado comida that Soos was standing siguiente to.
    "Permission to taste some?" Soos eyed the barrel hungrily. Okay, he's just weird.
    "Granted," Dipper verified.
    "Permission co-granted!" Alyssa and Mabel chimed in.
    "Permission first mate granted," Joe and Arielle responded.
    "Permission associate co-granted," Soos finished, even though it was not necessary. He acquired a flake and stuck his tongue out, licking it. He coughed repeatedly and hurled it to who-knows-where, scratching at his tongue to get the taste out.
    The captains and first mates laughed hysterically.
    "Ah... Dude, I don't know what I expected that to taste like," he admitted truthfully.
    More laughter.
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    "Traitors," Stan muttered. "I'll find my own fishing buddies!" He zoomed in on everyone on the lake, and found them..."Ah! There's my new pals!" He revved up the engine.
    The man on that barco flipped open the tiny box in his hands. He was going to propose to his beloved. He was sure she'd say yes. It was an irresistible diamond, and they loved each other unconditionally. "Now that we're alone, Rosanna, there's a burning pregunta which my corazón longs to ask of you." He had rehearsed these words every día and night for the past few weeks.
    "Oh, Reginald!" Rosanna's eyes welled up. She knew it was coming, and she'd been waiting for this one día for a long time.
    "Hey!" Stan interrupted the lovey moment when his barco stopped right siguiente to theirs. Rosanna clutched Reginald in fear. "Wanna hear a joke?" No response. "Here goes. My ex-wife still misses me...but her aim is gettin' better!" They didn't make a sound. "Her aim is gettin' better!" he tried again. Nope, no response at all. "Y'see, it's funny because marriage is terrible!"
    Rosanna crossed her arms and Reginald rowed them off elsewhere. What an amazing way to ruin it all!
    "What?!" Stan asked, confused.
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    Fog filled the air as all of the kids looked on. Soos was attempting to lure the Gobblewonker por scooping up the flakes and tossing them over the side, to no avail.
    Dipper, Joe, Mabel, Arielle, and Alyssa were at the way front. Dipper peered ahead through the fog, but it wasn't looking very good. Joe, Arielle, and Alyssa were watching Mabel's latest show...ventriloquism with a pelican.
    "Hey! How's it going?" Mabel enthusiastically questioned the pelican. "It's going awesome!" She deepened her voice and opened and closed the pelican's beak to make it look as if it were talking. "Bow bow, buh bow bow!"
    "I'm lovin' this," Arielle praised.
    "Mabel, leave that thing alone," Dipper dicho to her. He wasn't impressed. He was used to it, since she performed such antics like that at inicial all of the time.
    "Aw, I don't mind none!" the pelícano, pelican "assured" him. "Hey, look!" Mabel dicho normally, with a glass of water out of the blue. "I'm drinking water!" She gulped down the whole cup. "Twinkle, twinkle little..." Mabel started to sing in the pelícano, pelican voice, but the water flowed down the wrong pipe and she choked. The pelícano, pelican was afraid, and it flew away from the boat.
    "Something in nature just died," Joe quipped. Arielle and Alyssa bit their lips.
    "Aren't tu supposed to be doing lookout?" Dipper uttered to Mabel.
    "Look out!" Mabel kidded, chucking a voleibol and bumping him on the arm - hard. Dipper winced and held his arm. "Heh, heh. But seriously, Lyss and I are on it."
    Just as Alyssa and Mabel initiated their "lookout", the barco was no longer on the water. It was on sandy terrain.     
    "See? We're here! I'm a lookout genius! hámster ball, here we come!" Mabel squeezed Alyssa's hand and grinned broadly.
    They all stepped off the S.S. Cool Dude and onto the island. Arielle spotted a totem pole off into the distance, but she didn't really think it mattered.
    Instead, they all began a long walk up a slowly inclining hill. Dipper, always the control freak, was leading the expedition and had a lantern equipped to see through the fog. Arielle felt too weird to even talk to anyone, but she and Joe trailed slightly behind Dipper, with Mabel and Alyssa and Soos gossiping not too far behind them.
    "Hey, check it out!" Soos, Mabel, and Alyssa halted at a wooden sign attached to a árbol that read "Scuttlebutt Island. A tricky smile beginning to form, Soos covered the "Scuttle" part with his arm. "Butt Island!"
    "Soos, tu rapscallion!" Mabel taunted playfully. Alyssa pressed the button on Zayn's hand and the plushie said, "Vas happenin'?"
    "Ooooh!" Mabel swooned. "Hey, tu guys!" she called out to Joe, Ari, and Dipper. "Why aren't tu laughing? Are tu scaared?"
    "Nah, Dipper's just distracting us!" Arielle explained. "That was a real joke, there!"
    "Pssh! Yeah, right! I'm not-" Dipper started to retort, but Mabel blew a frambuesa as she jabbed him in the nose - also hard. "Yeah, tu are!"
    "You probably are...deep down," Joe broke in. "You seem that way."
    "Hey!" Dipper glared. Mabel wasn't stopping. "Quit...!" Dipper started again. "Stop! Mabel!"
    "Ahh, sibling love," Arielle acknowledged. "How sweet."    
    And then, in the distance...a blasting, growling noise. Dipper and Mabel were done fooling around then and there.
    "Dude! Did tu guys hear that?" Soos inquired as he joined them.
    "I'm not afraid," Arielle confirmed. "Honest."
    "You're a dude! Man up!" Joe, like guy pals do, encouraged in a joking/morale-lowering way. It wasn't as if he was trying to be offensive.
    "What was that?" Mabel wondered. "Was it your stomach?" This last pregunta was directed towards Soos.    
    "Nah, my stomach normally sounds like ballena noises," he revealed. Mabel leaned in and listened intently to his stomach. Yep. Those were ballena noises. "Wow, so majestic!"
    Out of nowhere, a possum, squeaking and whatnot, scurried over to Dipper's lantern. His mouth closed on it and he ran off. There was no hope.    
    "Our lantern! Aww! I can't see anything!" Even squinting his eyes, Dipper had no such luck.
    "...I think I'm starting to be afraid now," Arielle literally whimpered this time. Alyssa glomped her and kept the hug going.
    "Dude, I dunno, man. Maybe, this, uh... Maybe this wasn't worth it," Soos blurted, ashamed that he'd dicho so. He didn't want to be the bearer of the bad news.
    "Not worth it?! Guys, imagine what would happen if we got that picture!!" Dipper could see it all...
    "You mean when tu get that picture," Arielle grumbled.
    "Tonight, we're here with adventure seeker Dipper Pines, who bravely photographed the elusive Gobblewonker! Tell me, Dipper, what's the secret of your success?" the host of the talk mostrar prompted. Dipper looked so much like Indiana Jones, it was...scary.
    "Well, I run away from nothing...Nothing, except for when I ran away from my annoying Grunkle Stan, who I ditched in order to pursue that lake monster," he proudly answered.
    "How right tu were to do so. He looked like a real piece of work. I don't often do this, but I feel the need to give tu an award!" And with that, the host hung a shiny medal around Dipper's neck.
    The muro was suddenly opened and in the threshold stood Mabel in her human-sized hámster ball. "Charlie! Why won't tu interview me?!" She began chasing the host and Dipper around until they were exhausted and fell.
    "I'm in!" Dipper cheered.
    "Me too!" Mabel followed.
    With a shrug, Joe said, "Well, we have nothing better to do."
    Even though they could barely see, they raced off in the same direction they had been taking.
    "All right, dudes! I'm comin'!" Soos came after them, his determination and hope having returned.
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    "My name is Mabel! It rhymes with table! It also rhymes with...glable! It also rhymes with...schmable!" Mable rapped and made up lyrics at the parte superior, arriba of her head as Soos beatboxed.
    "Dude, we should be escritura this stuff down," Soos remarked.
    "How about it rhymes with label?" Joe brought up.
    "Oh, that's good!" Mabel nodded.     
    "I'm sure Dipper's got a notepad we can use!" Arielle "divulged" with no enthusiasm.
    "Tha-that's not true!" Dipper sputtered.
    "Can I look inside your vest pockets and get some proof, please?" Arielle proposed. "I'll see if you're lying."
    "Dang it, why do tu have to be so good?!" he said, fumbling around for his camera.
    "I'm smooth, that's what I am." She turned and winked to the invisible audience. "Smoother than iceee! But since tu probably don't trust me with the notepad, I'll just write it down on this piece of looseleaf paper I happened to bring along." So she did as they walked. Multi-tasking!
    "Guys, guys, guys! tu hear something?" Dipper asked after a few minutos of calm silence.
    It was that growling noise. "This is it! This is it!" he said. He and Mabel punched each other's sides softly and headed forward. Even though they were wary, Alyssa, Arielle, and Joe followed them suit...but slower. Soos wouldn't admit that he had a little fear in doing all this, but he grasped a sharp log and pulled down his hat. They were all going to do it.
    There it was. The shadow of the Gobblewonker. The six all ducked behind a thick log.    
    "Everyone! Get your cameras ready!" Dipper instructed. Arielle's elbows leaned on the log for support and she held her own camera up. Joe held onto a branch poking out of the log and his camera as well, whilst Lyss grasped the other side. Soos, Mabel, and Dipper were just kneeling and tightly holding onto their own.
    "Ready?...Go!" With one gigantic leap, they were all off, preparing their cameras and getting ready to stop at the edge of the lake nearby. The shadow turned into...a wooden dam shaped just like the Gobblewonker, with beavers gathered all over.
    "Some pictures." Alyssa snorted. "It's not even real!"
    Two beavers chattered, laughed, and pulled each other in for a looong embrace. Soos and Alyssa were still taking billions of pictures.    
    "But...But what was that noise, then? I heard a monster noise!" Dipper was trying to convince himself that this was all true... It had to be. The other day, with the GNOMES!
    "Maybe it was your active imagination and it affected us all," Arielle insinuated.
    "Good theory," Joe praised.
    A third castor let a chainsaw rip and ran around, playing with it. "Sweet! castor with a chainsaw!" Soos snapped yet another picture.    "Maybe that old guy was crazy after all..." Dipper surmised. "I guess tu guys were right."
    "We always were!" Alyssa shrieked. She passed her Zayn plushie to Mabel to let her hug it, since Mabel was depressed at the moment.    
    "He did use the word scrapdoodle," she remembered.
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    "Look, when you're threadin' the line, a lot of people don't know this, but tu wanna use a barrel knot," Stan was explaining to a chubby boy in a rowboat nearby. "That's a secret from one fishing buddy to another."
    "Uh, I, uh, who are you, exactly?" the boy inquired, giving him a look as if he was más than insane.
    "Just call me your Grunkle Stan!" Stan slapped his back as if the boy was his literal nephew.
    "Sir, sir, sir! Why are tu talking to our son? If tu don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!" the boy's mother threatened, and she looked like she was about to as well.
    "Haha...you see...the thing about that is..." With nothing left to say, he revved up the engine again and soon he was gone from the area.
    "Go bother your own kids!" the boy's mother called after him. As if he had any.
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    "Oh yeah! Work it! Work it!" Soos was encouraging as the flash went off on his disposable camera. He was taking a hundred pictures of one of the adorable beavers on the stump. The castor kept changing positions, almost as if he was a male model.
    Dipper slumped down on a rock down por the lake. He skipped stones against the water, and Arielle and Joe sat on the edge of it. They almost felt sorry for the dude.
    "What're we gonna say to Grunkle Stan? We ditched him over nothing..." He was moping.
    "It was kind of worth it so we didn't have to endure the torture from him," Joe pondered.
    "Yeah, and we shouldn't exactly go back!" Arielle recommended.
    "I don't know..." Dipper dicho to them, sincerely. He skipped another stone across the lake and watched as his reflection became a blur of colors, along with the others'. "Hey...Guys, do tu feel that?" And all of a sudden, he fell off the rock into the lake. "Hey, hey, whoa, whoa!"
    They were on the cliff's edge and then they saw it...the real Gobblewonker!
    "This is it! Come on! This is our chance!" Unbeknownst to Dipper, Ari, and Joe as they snapshotted the moment, Alyssa, Mabel, and Soos were cowardly backing away, mouths open. "What's wrong with tu guys?"
    "Um..." Alyssa tried to explain, but the words merely came out as a squeak.
    Arielle and Joe spun around only to see the Gobblewonker...rising out of the water above them... With más than apparent fear, they grabbed onto Alyssa and Soos and faced Dipper, who was still confused.
    "It's not that hard, all right?" And yet he still didn't get it. "All tu gotta do is point and shoot. Like this!" His finger lingered over the button, and he faced that lake monster, bringing the camera up and up...until it was looking right into the glowing eyes of the Gobblewonker. It leaned down to him and roared loudly.
    "I'M NOT AFRAID OF THIS!" Arielle convinced everyone, including herself, as she, Soos, Alyssa, Mabel, and Joe broke into the fastest run they could manage.    
    Dipper dropped the camera to the ground in shock and ran after them.
    For some odd reason, Ari, Joe, and Lyss found themselves gaining speed as they ran ahead...and then, their (short) lucky streak was broken, because Dipper and Mabel rolled right into them, thus slowing them all down, and somehow speeding the twins up, until Soos was able to heft Mabel onto his shoulder. "Run! Get back to the boat!" he urged. "Hurry!"
    "Legs are weakening slowly!" Alyssa cried. "I don't think I can do this for much longer!"
    "Maybe it's because tu have that Zayn plush in your hand!!" Joe responded.
    "No! I'm not letting go of it!" Alyssa refused.
    "Would tu rather us die or-"
    "The picture!" Dipper shouted. He'd just tripped over a thin branch and the camera had fallen out of his grasp. It was gone.
    "That's such a big deal!" Arielle mocked. "Sooo biggg!" She and Joe were now in step (could tu even call it that if tu were running?) with Soos, and Alyssa was barely behind.
    "Dude, if it makes tu feel any better, I got tons of pictures of those beavers, dude!" Soos reassured Dipper, picking him up por the shirt.
    "Why would that make me feel better?!?!" Dipper demanded. Yeah, Soos was insane right now.
    "Because beavers are cute," Arielle kind of snarled there. "Is it really that big of a deal?...It is just a contest."
    "It's not just-!" His shout was cut off por the Gobblewonker...who was ducking his head to chomp on them all.
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    "Let's get outta here, dudes!" Soos yelled, flinging Dipper and Mabel onto the boat. They hadn't been eaten, but unfortunately for Joe, Arielle, and Alyssa, they had to swim a few laps to make it back onto the boat, which had started to leave without them.    
    "They're so considerate!" Joe claimed when Arielle had to let Alyssa hold on to her back whilst she performed a decent freestyle stroke to that boat.
    "ALYSSAAA!" Mabel tackled her when they were back on. "I'm so sorry, I tried to get them to stop, but Dipper's meeeaaan!"
    "All right! This is it!" he was saying, holding up his camera to eye level. The camera nearly slipped out of his hands as he looked through the lens. "Cracked lens?! Soos! Get a photo!"
    Soos was unable to hear Dipper, as he was way too busy aiming for the Gobblewonker and tossing cameras at it, as if it would help. Alyssa was starting to registrarse in.
    "What are tu doing?!" The way Dipper's voice cracked again caused Arielle to bury her face in Joe's shoulder. She was one of the few that could actually smile during a frightening moment.
    "Oh! I still got one left! Don't worry dude!" Dipper was about to catch that last camera perfectly, when it crashed into the wood near him, breaking into thousands of pieces.
    "Looks like your problem has been solved!" Joe congratulated the fellow twelve año old. "No más cameras! Now can tu focus on the REAL problem at hand?"
    The barco was sailing away from the island, and all seemed, until the Gobblewonker paloma into water and its shadow darkened the S.S. Cool Dude. Soos lunged for the steeling wheel and the barco drove faster.    
    "Go, go, go, go, go!!" Dipper rushed him.
    "I amor these barco rides," Arielle remarked, sitting down and relaxing. "They're always so calm even though they're speedy." Which it was at the moment.
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    "Er, ugh, gah! Mollycoddling..." Stan grumbled as he sat alone in the rowboat.
    "Can tu pwease tell me más funny stories, pop-pop?" an innocent little boy's (which sounded kind of girly) voice kindly asked.
    "Anything for my fishing buddies!" his grandfather answered, ruffling his hair. Stan fumed. They might as well be rubbing it in his FACE!
    "Pop-pop, I just wealized that....I wove you!" he whispered, staring into the eyes of his fishing buddy.    
    "Aw, come on!" Stan wasn't able to take it any longer. "Booo! Boooo!"
    "Hey, now! What's the big idea?!" The boy's (and his sister's) grandpa overheard him.    
    "Maybe he has no one who woves him, pop-pop!" the boy mentioned.    
    "Yeah, well, I...I..." Stan had nothing to say to that.
    A large wave brought from the S.S. Cool Dude crashed over them, soaking them all. Stan threw his hat down in anger.
    Meanwhile, the barco sped on and on. The Gobblewonker was gaining on them.
    "Soos! Beavers!" Dipper warned, but they were all too late. The barco burst through the dam and all of the beavers landed on the boat. Two of them were pecking on Dipper's hat, and one was nibbling at Mabel's arm.
    "Awww," Arielle cooed, catching one of them and stroking its fur. It leaped out of her hands and nuzzled Joe. "D'aww!" Joe laughed.
    Alyssa held out her Zayn plush to one of the nearby beavers. "This is Zayn. Isn't he HOT?" She swooned.    
    The castor cuddled against it, and then its mouth closed on Lyssa's foot. "AH! IT'S BITING MY FOOT! IT'S LIKE MY CAT ALL OVER AGAIN!" She shook her foot over and over to get it off.
    Mabel and Dipper weren't so impressed. In fact, the beavers despised them. Why, I don't know. They just did.
    The castor came off of Alyssa's foot and climbed onto Mabel's arm, squeezing the other castor to literal death, and Mabel took control of the steering wheel. A few beavers were left bothering Soos and Dipper.
    Dipper noticed how one castor was on Ari's lap, and one was on Joe's, and they were both embracing them. "Hey, aren't tu gonna help us with our beavers?...Please?" Ah, Arielle had been so right when she figured he would need her, and probably más than once.
    "Dude, that's YOUR problem!" Joe retorted.
    "I hate tu guys right now." Dipper glowered at them both. Nah, he didn't mean it. He was just pissed that they were always right.
    They were all ignoring the fact that they were knocking fishing boats over everywhere.
    "Headlock!" the man from earlier with red hair cheered, doing exactly that with the fish.
    "Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!" his sons were still chanting. The S.S. Cool Dude raced by, knocking that barco over as well, and as that man surfaced, pescado began to rain from the sky. "The fishes! They seek revenge! Swim, boys! Swim!"
    The Gobblewonker's head swung into the parte superior, arriba of the boat, completely destroying it. "Ahh! Look out!" Mabel advised from the remains.
    "Ahh, holy crap," Joe cursed, letting go of his beaver. Arielle's castor had somehow vanished.
    "Easy... Easy..." a male instructed. He and his partner were holding out a long piece of glass, and nothing else but glass.
    And, as we all expected, the S.S. Cool Dude broke the glass into tiny pieces, since it zoomed right through. "My glass!" the other man hollered to his partner.
    "Where do I go?!" Mabel panicked. They were in between some real rocky cliffs, and waterfall was pouring straight ahead.
    "As if we're not already soaked enough!" Arielle pouted. Which she will do a lot.
    "Um...uh..." Dipper pored through the pages of his 3 journal. "Go into the falls! I think there might be a cave behind there!"
    "MIGHT BE?!" Alyssa and Mabel shouted together.
    "AHHHHH!" everyone screamed as the S.S. Cool Dude passed through through the thin water and they stopped....in a cave! The barco sent them onto the ground.
    "Nice one," Arielle dicho as they all stood up. "And I'm not being sarcastic. cruzar, cruz my corazón and hope to die." It all seemed as if it was one long word, but everyone understood.
    Dipper nodded a curt thank you.
    They all thought they were safe...until that familiar roar sounded, and there he was...
    Soos pulled them all in close, as if maybe it'd protect them. They all bid their final goodbyes; they knew they were done for. They expected their eyes to close on them, for the world to become pitch black.
    But nothing happened.
    The Gobblewonker was struggling to lift his fins, but to no avail. It was stuck, trapped in that hole in the cave.
    "It's stuck!" Mabel said, not being able to help her intent gaze on that (HORRID) creature.
    "Have tu realized that we won't be able to get out?" Joe prodded her. And then, Mabel suddenly seemed worried.    
    "Maybe it'll...get out?" she prayed hopefully.    
    "Wait...it's stuck?" Dipper asked them all.
    "You just noticed that, huh?" Joe teased, as Dipper reached into his life vest for his camera...and there was none.
    "Well, that's ironic. tu tell us about the dude in the horror movie without the camera and supply us with twenty and just when tu need the camera....BAM, tu don't have it!" Ari explained, slightly thoughtful.
    "Boop." Mabel giggled and lifted his hat up. Yep, there was one camera left! Dipper laughed again, and launched into his own sweet victory dance; he took, as Ari estimated, about a hundred pictures a minute.
    "Did ya get a good one?" Mabel wanted to know.
    "I want a hámster ball twinnie!" Alyssa added.
    "They're all good ones!!!" Dipper pulled his sister into a non-awkward sibling hug. "Woo! hámster ball!" Mabel celebrated under her breath.
    "YES! Two hundred bucks! For...an IPAD!" Arielle took turns tightly hugging Alyssa and Joe. "Well, HALF! I'm on my way!!!"
    From all of that commotion, a log somehow hanging from the ceiling snapped off and weighed down the Gobblewonker's (A/N: I think that name is funny. That's a factoid from one teenager to the reader... Okay, Emmy, stop it, this isn't a comedy show, this is a story.) head. Were those electric sparks?
    "What...the...?" Joe and Dipper started.
    And why were the eyes flickering on and off?
    He couldn't stop himself. Dipper couldn't remember the feeling he had gotten when he'd plummeted onto that Gobblewonker, but when he felt it, it was cold...and not scaly.
    It wasn't real... He was scaling it, despite Soos and Mabel's warnings.
    "I've got this! Hold on!" A few moments later..."Hey, guys! Come check this out!"
    Joe, Arielle, Alyssa, Mabel, and Soos joined him on the parte superior, arriba of the still Gobblewonker. Arielle and Joe already knew what it was. Alyssa just assumed it was dead.
    Mabel's lovely twin spun the wheel on the parte superior, arriba of the Gobblewonker.
    "Well, so much for the money." Arielle sighed wistfully as Dipper thrust the door open. She'd wanted that iPad so badly, it wasn't even funny.    
    The group released a loud, collective gasp.
    "We've been running from THIS old fart this whole time!?" Joe demanded to them all.
    "What da heeeck?!" Arielle followed. Mabel and Alyssa snickered.
    It was that hillbilly from earlier. They all couldn't believe their eyes.
    "Work the bellows and the...EH?!" He met every one of their eyes. "Aww, banjo polish!
    "Y-you?!" Dipper stuttered. "YOU made this?! Why?!"
    "I bet it's gonna be a flashback!" Arielle predicted to Joe.    
    "Well, I...I, uh..." He seemed to not be able to put everything into a sentence. "I just wanted attention!"
    "What's his name again?" Alyssa dicho to Mabel. She looked like she could reportar this dude to the police.
    "They call him...Old Man McGucket," Mabel drawled, and Alyssa kept herself from chuckling so she wouldn't ruin this moment. Although, considering what had been happening lately, hadn't that happened a lot?
    "I still don't understand," Dipper interrupted.
    "Zayn doesn't!" Alyssa frowned and hugged her plushie for the thousandth time today.
    "Well, first I hootenannied up a biomechanical brain wave generator, and then I learned to operate a stick-shift with my beard!" As he described this, he fiddled around with almost anything in the fake Gobblewonker in an attempt to not to have to cast a single glance at any of them.
    "Okay, yeah," Mabel interjected. "But why did tu do it?"
    "Well, when tu get to be an old fella like me, nobody pays any attention to tu anymore. My own son hasn't visited me in months!" Old Man McGucket (A/N: Emmy thinks that name is funny too. xD) explained, depressed. "So I figured maybe I'd catch his fancy with a fifteen ton aquatic robot!" He cackled momentarily, and returned to his distressed nature.
    Dipper couldn't tell why, but he saw Arielle scowl at him. And then give the evil death glare to Mabel. When she pointedly looked away, the expression on her facial features seemed apologetic.
    "In retrospect, it seems a bit contrived. tu just don't know the length us old-timers go through for a little quality time with our family."
    "I think tu guys just got guilt tripped," Joe whispered through the corner of his mouth. Feeling exactly that way, Dipper and Mabel pulled out their hats and groaned, but they knew what they had to do.
    "Yes... We did..." Dipper admitted.
    "Aww, no need to argue - wait... Oh, Dipper agreed with me," Joe said, as if it didn't happen to be a large milestone. "Wait... You... Wow..."
    "Dude, I guess the real lake monster is tu two," Soos pointed out, earning a high-five from Alyssa's Zayn plush. "Heh, heh! Sorry, I was just like, boom, just popped into my head there."
    "I thought it was good... Especially with the way someone's been treating us." Arielle coughed loudly and obnoxiously (A/N: I have no obnoxious side... Oh wait, I kinda-sorta do/). If Dipper heard it, he didn't act like he had.
    "So, did tu ever talk to your son about how tu felt?" Mabel's suggestion seemed legitimate, and probably something that old man should've done a while ago.
    "No, sir! I got to work straight on the robot!" As he spoke, he was presenting a multimedia slideshow on the medal above him. "I made lots of robots in my day! Like when my wife left me and I crated a homicidal pterodactyl-tron."
    "What..." Joe stopped himself.
    "Or when my pal Ernie didn't come to my retirement part and I constructed an eighty ton Shame Bot that exploded the entire downtown area!"     
The entire group gaped.
    "Well, time to get back to work on my death ray!" He leaped back into the machine and everyone could hear the sounds of construction going on and on... "Any of tu kids got a screwdriver?"     
    If anything, Dipper seemed shameful. Maybe he'd heard Arielle in addition to the fact that he felt heavily guilty for not considering his great uncle's feelings.
    He had heard her. And, yeah, it had hurt a lot más than it should've, which proved something right there.
    "Well... So much for the foto contest." He fretted at the last camera in his hand. "Sorry guys," he managed to say, although it wasn't easy.
    "It's cool, bro," Joe assured him. "I honestly don't care."
    "You still have one roll of film left," Mabel revealed, taking a look at the numbers in the front.
    "What do tu wanna do with it?" Dipper inquired.
    "It's more, what do we want to do with it."
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    The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was beautifully golden. If Arielle had had her own camera, she was sure to have snapped a picture of that moment. She enjoyed sunsets.
    Stan wasn't too happy. Today hadn't been worth it. All he had tried to do was spend some time with his great niece and nephew, whom he barely ever got the opportunity to see, and of course they ditched him over finding a non-existing lake monster. No one would ever understand him, hm?
    "Hey! Over here!" Dipper called. Their boat, which barely looked like the initial S.S. Cool Dude, pulled up beside it.
    "What the...kids? I thought tu guys were off playing Spin the Bottle with Soos!" Stan grumbled.
    "Naah, because then I would've been forced to kiss a dude, and I'd be back in New York right now," Arielle informed him.
    "Well, we spent all día trying to find a legendary dinosaur!" Dipper corrected him.
    "But we realized, the only dinosaur we wanna hang out with is right here!" Mabel finished.
    "I don't know if that'll make him feel any better," Alyssa warned her. She passed Mabel the Zayn plushie for good luck, so Stan wouldn't explode.
    "Save your sympathy!" Thank the lord, he did not explode. "I've been having a great time without you! Making friends, talking to my reflection... I had a run-in with the lake police!" He lifted his leg, mostrando off a metal cuff around his ankle wit