I skidded the Golf Cart to a stop outside the mystery shack. I hopped out, running to the Gift Shop door. It didn't open.

I ran around the house, looking for an open window. I then remembered the latch on my bedroom window was broken. I found the window on the second floor and grinned. "Yes!" I hissed.

Now. How do I get up there.

Oh right.

"Grappling Hook!" I exclaimed. Just because I could, and pulled the grappling hook out of my bag. I aimed it and shot. It hit the window, swinging it open. I reeled the hook in and shot it again. This time it went flying into the room. It snagged on something and the wire began to reel in, lifting me up off the ground.

It pulled me into the room and I unhooked the hook part from my closet. Then rushed down the stairs.

The house was completely quiet. Perfect.  I rushed through the house and into the gift shop, quickly punching in the code into the vending machine. The machine opened with a hiss and I pulled it open, hurrying downstairs. I hit the elevator button and went into the first room. The one that was decorated with Bill stuff. That was probably the best place to look.

When the elevator door opened I walked in and flicked the switches. One by one the lights flickered on. It was all decorated with Bill stuff. Portraits and triangles and statues and posters and basically everything a Bill worshipper would need. It was creepy to think Grunkle Ford thought that way about Bill once.

I checked his desk.  It was filled with boring papers and scriptures and stuff. I sighed and began to read.

It was just stray entries into his journals and theories and stuff. I checked a tall set of drawers and the many shelves of books. I must've been here ages. And who knew when Grunkle Ford and Grunkle Stan would be back?

I sighed and turned to leave. Walking for the elevator. I would go downstairs and grab a Demon Killer and Prison cube.

But I looked down as something caught my eye in the wastepaper bin. It was a big binder with a triangle drawn on it.

I bent down, picked it up and opened it. The first page read:

Bill Cipher

Yes!

I flipped through a few pages and pictures of pyramids and Bill shaking hands with old historical people from ancient Greece and Rome and Egypt and World War two.

And then I found a page with his circle drawn on it, and underneath it were directions for summoning.

Double yes! I hit the jackpot!

I snapped the book shut and tucked it under my arm. Hurrying to the elevator.

I went lower to the second floor and quickly grabbed a Demon Killer and a Prison Cube. The Demon Killers were black, and looked a lot like a futuristic laser hand gun. The cubes were blue and translucent.

I had what I needed! Great! Now to get into the forest to get Alcor.

I got back into the elevator and lifted up. Rushing up the stairs and opening the Vending Machine door just in time to hear the sound of a car pulling into the carpark.

Uh oh! I slammed the vending machine shut and hurried up the stairs. Stashing the Demon Killer and the Cube and Binder under my bed. I then sat down. Gasping. That was waaay too close for comfort.

I heard the door opening and sighed. Then pout on a smile. I hated this. I really didn't want to lie to my Grunkles.

I bounded back down the stairs. "Hey Grunkle Stan! Hey Grunkle Ford!" I said.

"Mabel? What are you doing in here?" Ford asked. He was carrying three shopping bags.

"I wanted to get back home to my two favorite Grunkles!" I smiled. "I would have made you a surprise breakfast but you got home too early."

"Why home so early? Didn't you enjoy your sleepover?" Stan asked. He was carrying several shopping bags.

"I did! It was super fun! But I missed home!" I said.

"Hey. If you say so kid." Stan laughed and began heading towards the kitchen.

"I'll help unpack!" I followed him into the kitchen and pulled out the new cans of Brown Meat for Stan's next apocalypse, shoving them into the pantry along with the rest of the stash.

"I'll go down into the basement. I need to tweak on a few things." Ford said. I stiffened. Paranoia suddenly overwhelming me. What if Grunkle Ford figured out his stuff was missing? What if he found out I took it? What if he never left the house again after that?

I began biting my nails nervously. "Hey! Grunkle Ford! Don't you wanna ... Uh... Watch Ducktective? We've got the first season on tape!"

"Ducktective? You mean the kid's show?" Ford asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh come on Sixer! We're gonna get you hooked on that show if it kills us!" Stan put an arm around his brother's shoulder and forcefully steered him to the TV room with me following.  I sighed. Panic averted. For now at least.

I'll wait until tonight. I'll sneak out and do the ritual thingy in the forest. It would be fine. I'll finally catch Alcor. I'll finally make him pay.

Because nothing is stronger than the power of Mabel.