~~~~~~~~~Dipper's POV~~~~~~~~~

We were in the living watching a show called Duck-tective. (y/n) had been spending a lot more time with us, so Mabel had invited her to watch it with us.

"I'm afraid your services won't be required here, sir. My men have examined the evidence and this is obviously an accident."

"Accident, Constable? Or was it... murder?!?!?"

"What?!?!?!?"

"Duck-tective will return after these messages." The tv announced, making Mabel stare at it in amazement.

"That duck is a genius...!!!"

"Eh, I bet it's easier to find clues when you're that close to the ground." I said as I gave her a shrug. I mean, I'm technically not wrong.

She turned to me with a suspicious look. "Are you saying you can outwit Duck-textive?"

"Hey, I have very keen powers of observation!!! For example, just by smelling your breath I can tell that you have been eating..." I sniffed the air, soon looking at my sister with a confused look. "An entire tube of toothpaste?"

She turned around, speaking in shame. "It was so sparkly..."

"At least now your organs are cleaned." I heard (y/n) say after a chuckle, making me roll my eyes with a small smile.

She let her beaver's head. Back at the lake, one had snuck into her bag and she's kept him ever since. "Hey (y/n), do you already have a name for him?"

(y/n) shook her head. "No, still thinking."

That's when Soos then slid inside the room. "Hey dudes!!! You'll never guess what I found!!!"

"Buried treasure!!!" I quickly spat out.

"Buried- hey, I was gonna say that!" Mabel said as she playfully punched my shoulder.

(y/n) walked over to stand beside us with a shrug. "I was gonna say old dino bones."

We all followed Soos to one of the shack's hallways. It was pretty dusty, but then again, this whole shack needed a full clean up.

"So I was cleaning up when I found this secret door hidden behind the wallpaper! It's crazy bonkers creepy...!" Soos explained, making us a lot more curious.

When inside, my eyes widened. The whole place was filled with old wax statues from important people through history. "Whoa, it's a secret wax museum...!!!"

"They're so lifelike...!!!" Mabel said in a dreamlike tone as she looked around.

(y/n) then walked over to one of the statues. "Except for that one."

"Hello!!!"

We all screamed at the sudden voice, hearing it chuckle before speaking again. "It's just me!!! Your Grunkle Stan!!!"

We ended up running out.

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"Behold the Gravity Falls Wax Museum. It was one of my most popular attractions!!! Before I forgot all about it." Grunkle Stan said as he explained the room, all of us inside again. "I got'm all!!! Genghis Khan, Sherlock Holmes, ... some kind of, I don't know, goblin man?" He then said as he pointed at Larry King.

It wasn't long until I felt chills run down my spine, making me shiver a bit at the feeling. "Ewgh, is anyone else getting the creeps here?"

"I am too, being honest." (y/n) replied as she walked over to stand in front of me.

We all looked back at Stan. "And now for my personal favorite: Wax Abraham Lincoln, right over- Oh oh!!! Oh no!!! C'mon!!! Who left the blinds open?!?" He complained as he pointed at a puddle of weird goo on the ground, letting us assume that was the statue. "Wax John Wilkes Booth, I'm looking at your direction!!!"

He kneeled on one knee and picks up liquid wax with his finger, letting out a sigh. "How do you fix a wax figure?"

Mabel walked over to him. "Cheer up, Grunkle Stan! Where's that smile~?"

"Eh."

"Beep bap boop!!!" She said as she poked his face.

"Ow."

"Don't worry, Grunkle Stan, I'll make you a new wax figure from all this old wax!!!"

Stan looked at her with a smile. "You really think you can make one of these puppies?"

"Grunkle Stan, I am an arts and crafts master!!! Why do you think I always have this glue gun stuck to my arm?!?" She raised her arm, attempting to shake the glue gun off of her.

"I like your gumption, kid!" He said as he pointed at her, making her smile.

"I don't know what that word means, but thank you!"

Later on, (y/n) and I went to the room Mabel was at to check on her. I was drinking a Pit Cola while (y/n) had a bag of chips, when we were startled by Mabel's sudden yell.

"Guys!!!"

I choked on my drink, coughing a few times as (y/n) patted my back, which did nothing whatsoever.

Mabel took out a sketchbook, showing it to us, both of us cringing. "What do you think of my wax figure idea?!? She's part princess, and part horse fairy princess!!!"

"I'm all for princesses and horses, especially horses, but that's one of those things that belong in the deepest cages of hell." (y/n) answered Mabel's question, making me glare at her.

"It's not that bad, m-maybe you should carve something from real life!"

Mabel quickly sketched something else. "Like a waffle, with big arms!!!"

(y/n) cringed once more. "That belongs right next to the fairy horse princess thing."

"Y-ok, or something else. Like someone in your family." I said as I tried to give her better ideas.

As if on cue, Stan walked into the room. "Kids, have you seen my pants?" He said as he stood with one foot on a small box, making a sort of 'heroic' pose.

Mabel turned around, looking up. "Oh muse, you work in mysterious ways...!"

"Why is your sister talking to the ceiling?" Stan asked me, and I honestly had no idea how to reply.

It took hours, but Mabel finally finished. Soos, (y/n), and I were in the room with Mabel.

Mabel backed away from her masterpiece, looking at it as she narrowed her eyes. "I think it needs more glitter."

"Agreed." Soos gave Mabel a bucket filled with glitter, and she didn't hesitate to completely empty it out on the wax statue.

"I found my pants, but now I'm missing- Whoa whoa!!!" Stan had walked inside, stumbling back at the sight of the now finished figure.

Mabel walked over, excited for an answer. "What do you think?!?"

"I think... the Wax Museum is back in business!!!"

The next day Stan announced the grand reopening of the wax museum and everyone in Gravity Falls came, don't ask me why. (y/n) and I were working at the ticket booth.

"I can't believe this many people showed up!" I said as I looked around.

(y/n) rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face. "I bet Stan bribed them or something."

"I took out a dollar from my vest. "He bribed me."

Her little beaver then popped from behind the table, on (y/n)'s lap as he held a dollar in his mouth. "Me too, dude."

We both laughed a bit, (y/n) then gently scratching the beaver's head with her finger. "Still no official name?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Nope, I want it to be something special, something with a meaning. As cheesy as that may sound."

I let out a chuckle. "Nah, I get what you mean."

We all heard the mic beep, seeing Stan now on the stage as he cleared his throat and fixed the mic. "You all know me, folks. Town darling Mr. Mystery. Please, ladies, control yourselves!!!"

None of the women were impressed.

"As you know, I always bring the people of this fair town novelties and befuddlement, the lights of which the world has never known. But enough about me. Behold..." He pulled off the blanket the covered the statue, revealing another Stan Pines. "Me!!!"

Soos played a few notes in the keyboard as very few people clapped.

"Yikes, tough crowd." I heard (y/n) say beside me, making me let out a chuckle.

"And now a word from our own: Mabelangelo!!!" Stan said as he passed the mic over to my sister, who gave a bit of a shy smile.

"It's Mabel. Thank you for coming!!! I made this sculpture with my own two hands!!!! It's covered in my blood, sweat, tears, and other fluids!!!"

The audience made some noises of disgust. To be honest, I didn't want to know what the other fluids are.

"Hehe, yeah. I will now take questions!!! You there!!!" She pointed at the old man we met back at the lake.

"Old Man McGucket: local kook. Are the wax figures alive and follow up question: can I survive the wax man uprising?"

Mabel hesitated a bit before answering. "Um... yes!!! Next question!!!"

"Toby Determined: Gravity Falls gossiper. Do you really think this constitutes a wonder of the world?"

"You're microphone's a turkey baster, Toby." Stan said as he stared with an unimpressed expression.

"It certainly is-"

"Next question!!!"

"Shandra Jimenez: a real reporter. Your fliers promised free pizza with admission to this event, is this true?" She said as she pulled out the flier, making the audience complain to their missing pizza.

"... that was a typo. Goodnight, everyone!!!" He threw a smoke bomb, him and Mabel disappearing from people's sight. (y/n) and I exchanged a glance before taking all the money and running inside.

Long story short, people were NOT that there was no free pizza.

(y/n) left a few hours later, and at the time, Mabel and I were brushing our teeth.

"Dipper, wanna do a toothbrush race?" She asked, her voice muffled.

"Okay."

"No, no, NOOO!!!" Mabel and I looked at each other, nervous as we heard Stan's yells from the downstairs floor.

We ran downstairs to see Stan in the living room. "Wax Stan, he's been m- m- murdered!!!!"

We met out a gasp as we saw Wax Stan laying on the floor without his head! Mabel let herself fall back as I caught her, doing a dramatic faint.

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"I get up to use the jot, right? And when I come back, blammo!!! He's headless!!!" Stan explained to sheriff Blubs and deputy Durland, the policemen of the town.

Mabel kneeled beside the wax figure. "My expert handcrafting, besmirched. Besmirched!!!!!!"

I placed a hand on her shoulder for comfort. "Who would do something like this...?!?"

"What's your opinion, sheriff Blubs?" The deputy looked at his partner.

"Look, we'd love to help you folks, but let's face the facts, this case is unsolvable."

"WHAT?!?"

"You take that back, you take that back sheriff Blubs!!!" Stan added after we all yelled.

"You're kidding right? There must be evidence, motives. You know, I could help if you want." I said as I gave an awkward smile.

Mabel smiles as well. "He's really good! He figured out who was eating our tin cans!"

"All signs pointed to the goat.

"Yeah yeah, let the boy help! He's got a little brain up in his head!" I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or offended by Stan's sentence.

"Ooh, will you look at what we've got here! City boy thinks he's gonna solve a mystery with his fancy computer phone!"

"City boyyyy, city boyyyyy!!!!"

"You are adorable!"

"Adorable?" I stared in disbelief at what the thought of me, I'm a lot of things, but adorable is not one of them!

I glared at them as they laughed, growling. Blubs then looked at me. "Look PJs, how 'bout you lave the investigating to the grownups, ok?" He and his partner share a high five.

That's when someone spoke through the walkie-talkie. "Attention all units, Steve is gonna fit an entire cantaloupe in his mouth. Repeat: an entire cantaloupe."

"It's a 23:16!!!"

"Let's move!!!"

They ran out, leaving the shack. I turned to Mabel. "That's it!!! Mabel, we're gonna find the jerk who did this and get back that head!!! Then we'll see who's adorable." Unfortunately, that's when I let out a small sneeze.

"Aww!!! You sneeze like a kitten!!!" Mabel cooed, making me glare at her.

The next morning, the investigation started. I honestly felt like I was in a movie.

"Stan has lost his head and it's up to us to find it." I explained as Mabel took a few pictures. "There were a lot of unhappy customers at the unveiling, the murderer could have been anyone."

I felt something land on my head, making me scream as I stumbled back. I could here Mabel and someone else laughing before looking up, seeing the familiar small beaver.

I let out a sigh as I turned around, seeing (y/n) walk over and take her pet. "Sorry, Pinetree, he likes to sneak up on people.

"Pinetree?" I asked, confused to her name.

She pointed at my hat. "Cuz of your new hat, it has a pine tree on it." We both stayed quiet for a few seconds before she gave a shrug. "Whatever, I thought it was cute."

"Wha- I'm not cute!" I glared at her.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "I said the name was cute, dude, you don't have to get so defensive."

I stayed quiet before letting out a sigh. "Sorry, (y/n)..."

"It's cool, don't worry about it."

"I hope you don't mind, Dipper, I invited (y/n) to help us with the investigation! Maybe she could use her witchy powers to help us!" Mabel explained.

(y/n) let out a small chuckle as she placed her beaver in her bag, his head peaking out of it. "I'm still not very experienced in magic, I'm only thirteen."

"Three heads are still better than two!!!" Mabel said with a smile.

I rolled my eyes as I took out my journal. "In this town, anything's possible. Ghost, zombies, could be months before we find our first clue."

"Wait, obviously the murderer must've left footprints, or shoe prints." (y/n) said as she looked around.

"Yeah, but unless we have the right tools, we can't-"

"Beneath the roots and floors of steel, show me what the truth reveals." I turned to see (y/n) holding a small (f/c) orb, kneeling down and letting it fade against the ground as footprints of the same color appeared.

I stared in amazement. "Whoa, that's so awesome...!!!" I heard Mabel say as (y/n) stood back up.

I looked at her in confusion. "Beneath the roots and floors of steel?"

She gave a shrug. "Spells always have two verses; the first one doesn't have to make sense, it just needs to rhyme with the second."

That's kind of a weird rule.

"Guys, check this out." Mabel said as she pointed at the footprints. "They've got a hole in them."

"And they're leading to..." I trailed off as we saw an axe behind the couch, all of us sharing a shocked glance.

We all went to the gift shop, finding Soos who we gave the axe to for him to inspect.

"So what do you think?"

"In my opinion? This is an axe." Soos said, giving the axe back to Mabel, who's eyes soon widened a bit.

"Wait a minute, the lumberjack!!!"

"Of course!!!" All three of us said in synch.

I looked at the axe. "He was furious when he didn't get that free pizza!!!"

"Furious enough for murder!!!"

"Oh, you mean Manly Dan! He hangs out at this crazy intense biker joint downtown." Soos explained to us, (y/n) then continued.

"I know the place, I can show you guys."

Mabel raised a fist triumphantly. "Then that's where we're going!"

"Dude, this is awesome! You three are like the Mystery Trio!" Soos said, making me glare at him.

"Don't call us that."

The three of us went outside, seeing Stan taking out a coffin from his trunk. You would think that we would be disturbed, but being honest, we've seen worse by now.

"Hey, give me a hand with this coffin, will ya? I'm doing a memorial service for wax Stan, something small but classy."

"Sorry, Grunkle Stan, but we've got a big break in the case." I explained.

Mabel raised her hands excitedly. "Break in the case!!!"

(y/n) spoke after. "We're heading into town to interrogate a suspect."

"We have an axe!!! Reek, reek, reek!!!" Mabel moves the axe around, making (y/n) and I feel a bit on edge.

Stan thought for a moment. "Seems like the kind of thing a responsible parent wouldn't want you doing. ... good thing I'm an uncle! Avenge me, kids, AVENGE ME!!!!!!"

Once there, we were hiding around the corner. "This is the place."

I looked at Mabel. "Got the fake IDs?"

She gave us each a card with a drawing, these weren't convincing at all.

"Relax, you too. I got this." (y/n) walked out of our hiding spot, Mabel and I walking behind her as she went over to the bouncer.

"Hey Tats!"

"What up, (f/c)!" He greeted.

(y/n) let out a small groan. "Why does everyone call me that?"

The man chuckled before pointing at her. "It's the only color you wear, darlin'."

She looked down at herself before her eyes narrowed. "I do, don't I..? Is Dan inside?"

"Same place as usual."

"Thanks, T." She entered the building. Mabel and I exchanged a glance before following. I didn't really like the atmosphere this place had, but I went with it. We're on a mission.

"Alright, let's just try to blend in."

"You got it, Dipping Sauce!" Mabel said before sitting by the counter."

(y/n) and I walked over to Manly Dan, who was arm wrestling with a robotic arm. "Hey Dan."

"Hey (f/c)!" He said, not pulling away from his game.

(y/n) cringed a bit at the nickname. "Is it ok if we ask you some questions?"

"Sure!"

"Where were you last night?" I asked, my tone serious.

He growled at the game. "Punching the clock!!!"

I raised an eyebrow. "You were at work?"

"No, I was punching that clock!!!" He pointed at a broken clock outside.

"Ten o'clock, the time of the murder..."

(y/n) took the axe out. "Give is some lumberjack knowledge. What do you know about this axe?"

"All I know is that I would never use that axe!!!"

"How come?"

"It's left handed!!! I only use my right hand!!! The manly hand!!!" He ripped out the arm of the game and beat up the machine with it, making me flinch.

Tyler then walked over. "Get'm, get'm!"

I looked at (y/n). "Left handed, huh?"

"Thanks for your time, Dan! Tell Wendy we said hi!" She said before we both walked away to find Mabel.

"Three, four, five, six!" She said along with a man as they played the paper future predicting game.

Mabel let out a small gasp. "Your wife is gonna be beautiful...!!!"

"Yes!!!"

"Mabel, big break in the case!!!" I said with no time to explain, the three of us running out.

"But will she love me?!?"

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"It's a left handed axe. These are all our suspects. Manly Dan is right handed. That means all we gotta do is find our left hand suspect and we've got our killer!" I explained my plan as I wrote down on my notebook, walking down the street.

"Oh man!!! We are on fire today!!!" She cheered as she pointed up, (y/n) laughing along.

I looked at them, a determined smile on my face. "Let's find that murderer!!!"

We spent all day going to all the people of Gravity Falls, which most turned out to be right handed. All except the last one. Mabel and I knew that they had to be the killer. We were at the suspect's house, Blubs and Durland now with us.

"You kids better be right about this, or you won't here the end of it." Blubs said with an annoyed tone.

"The evidence is irrefutable!" I spoke with confidence, Mabel speaking after me.

"It's so irrefutable!" (y/n) just shrugged at our sentences.

Durland cheered. "I'm gonna have to use my mouth stick!!!"

"Ready, little fella?!?"

They began to poke each other with the sticks. And these are the town's best policemen?

I stopped them. "On three! One, two,-"

Durland kicked open the door, Blubs speaking. "Nobody move, this is a raid."

Toby fell off his chair in surprise. "What is this?!? Some sort of raid?!?"

"Toby Determined, you're under arrest for the murder of the wax body of Grunkle Stan!" I stated.

Mabel crossed her arms. "You have the right to remain impressed with our awesome detective work!!!"

Mabel and I shared a high five, looking at (y/n) who had her arms crossed, looking around in suspicion.

"Gobbling goose feathers, I don't understand!" Toby raised his arm in surrender.

I turned to face him. "Then allow me to explain. You were hoping that Grunkle Stan's new attraction would be the story that saved your failing newspaper. But when the show was a flop, you decided to go out and make your own headline. But you were sloppy, and all the clues pointed to a shabby shoe reporter who was caught left handed."

"Toby Determined, you're yesterday's news." Mabel said as she split the newspaper in half's

Toby looked at us. "Boy, you're little knees must be sore. For jumping to conclusions! Ha-cha-cha! I had nothing to do with that murder."

We were about to cheer when we heard his sentence, looking at him in question. "Then where were you the night of the break in?" Blubs asked.

Toby hesitated, then showed us a gross tape of him making out with a cardboard cutout of Shandra Jimenez, all of us gagging.

Blubs looked at Toby. "Time stamp confirms: Toby, you're off the hook, you freak of nature."

"Hurray!!!"

I stared in disbelief. "But... but it has to be him! Check the axe for fingerprints!"

Blubs took out a small brush after covering the axe in dust, wiping it away. "No prints at all."

"No prints?!?" I asked, how was that possible then?!?

Durland spoke soon after. "Hey I got a headline for ya. City kids waste everyone's time."

All three adults laughed at us, Mabel and I feeling really embarrassed.

"Boy, I'd be pretty embarrassed if I was you three!" Toby said. I noticed (y/n)'s beaver stealing the tape before giving it to her and hiding in her bag.

"Blackmail." I heard her whisper.

We went back to the shack. Stan had already prepared the whole memorial, and after a while, (y/n), Mabel, Soos, and I sat and heard him speak.

"Kids, Soos, lifeless wax figures, thank you all for coming. Some people might say it's wrong for a man to love a wax replica of himself!"

"They're wrong!!!" Soos yelled as he fought back tears.

Stan made a hand motion for him to calm down. "Easy, Soos. Wax Stan, I hope you're picking pockets in wax heaven. I'm sorry, I got glitter in my eyes!!!"

Stan ran out of the room, Soos following behind as he cried.

I let out a sigh, leaning back into my chair. "Those cops were right about me..."

"Oh c'mon, Pinetree, we've come so far! We can't give up now!" I heard (y/n) speak as I walked to stand beside the coffin where wax Stan lied.

"But I considered everything! The weapon, the motive, the clues!" I sighed again, disappointed in myself. My eyes then went down to his shoes. "... Wax Stan's shoe has a hole in it."

Mabel walked to stand beside me along with (y/n). "All the wax guys have that. It's where the pool thingy attaches to their stand dealy."

I thought for a while before my eyes widened in realization. "Wait a minute, what has holes in its shoes and no fingerprints?!? Girls, the murderers are-!!!"

"Standing right behind you?"

We turned around as we let out a gasp, seeing all of the wax figures now standing up and groaning.

"Wax Sherlock Holmes!"

"Wax Shakespeare!"

"Wax Coolio?!?"

Mabel hid behind me as one of the wax figures took her axe away, (y/n) glaring daggers at all of them.

The wax statue of Sherlock Holmes stepped forward. "Congratulations my three amateur sleuths, you've unburied the truth, and now we're going to bury you."

Why tried to back away as far as we could as they walked closer. "Bravo Dipper Pines, you've discovered our little secret." He said as he pulled out wax Stan's head. "Applaud everyone, applaud sarcastically!"

The other figures clapped for us, but Holmes soon stopped them. "No, that sounds too sincere. Slow clap." They did as told, Holmes turning to face ya again. "There we go, nice and condescending."

I couldn't stop starring in pure shock. "But... how is this possible?!?"

"You're made of wax!!!" (y/n) added, though her tone was mix of shock and anger.

Mabel looked at them, a hopeful smile growing on her face. "Are you... magic?!?"

He began to laugh, the others following his lead. "Are we magic? She wants to know if we're magic!"

He then punched the area next to (y/n) as she quickly jumped out of the way, startling us. "We're cursed!!!"

"Cursed!!!"

"Cursed to come to life whenever the moon is waxing. Your uncle bought us many years ago at a garage sale." He began to explain.

Coolio stepped over, adding to his explanation. "A haunted garage sale, son!"

~flashback~

"I must warn you, these statues come at a terrible price." A man explained with a worried tone to Stan who was looking at the price tag.

"Twenty dollars?!? I'll just take'm when you're not looking."

"What?"

"I said I was gonna rob ya."

~end of flashback~

"And so the Mystery Shack wax collection was born. By day we would be the playthings of men." Holmes continued to explain, Coolio interrupting him again.

"But when you're uncle went to sleep, we would rule the night."

"It was a charmed life for us cursed beings. That is, until you're uncle closed up shop. We've been waiting ten years to get our revenge on Stan for locking us away. But we got the wrong guy."

I stared at the disembodied wax head, my eyes wide. "So you were trying to murder Grunkle Stan for real?!?"

Mabel looked at me. "You were right all along Dipper, wax people are creepy!"

"Enough!!! Now that you know our secret, you must die." As he finished his sentence, their eyes rolled into the back of their heads, making us back away even more until we bumped into the table.

"What do we do?!? What do we do?!?" Mabel quickly asked in a panic.

"I dunno!!!"

"Um, uh, throw anything you can find!!!" (y/n) yelled. Not the best plan, but we were panicking, starting to throw everything on the table.

It wasn't until I threw the remains of hot coffee at one of the wax figures, their face melting a bit.

Mabel let out a gasp. "That's it! We can melt them with hottie melty things!"

My sister and I each took some electric candles while (y/n) mumbled a spell under her breath, two bright (f/c) orbs appearing in each hand, the wax figures walking away.

"Anyone moves and we'll melt you into candles!!!" (y/n) yelled at them, Mabel following her lead.

"Decorative candles!!!"

Holmes glared at us. "You really think you can defeat us?"

The three of us looked at each other, all speaking at the same time. "It's worth the shot, I guess."

"Eh, I don't- I'm not sure."

"At least we tried."

"So be it! Attack!!!" At his command, all of the wax figures ran to her. We tried to avoid all the wax figures, getting whatever chance we could to attack ourselves. It sure wasn't easy though.

"Joke's on you Groucho!"

"I've heard about a cutting remark but this is ridiculous. Hey, why's there nothing in my hand?" His top half fell onto the ground after I cut through him.

I turned as I heard a yell, seeing wax Genghis Khan running to me. My eyes widened as I tried to prepare for the impact. However, instead I heard a sizzling sound, seeing a puddle where he used to be. I then looked at (y/n) who was forming another orb. "You're welcome!"

I felt a small smile grow on my face before hearing Mabel yell at me, seeing Holmes walking over to me before placing Stan's head on a rhino's horn.

"Alright, let's get this taken care of."

The girls tried to help me, but he cornered me, breaking my weapon. Mabel threw a poker at me, which did help me defend myself pretty well.

I let him up to the attic, and eventually  out the window.

"You really think you can outwit me, boy?!? I'm Sherlock bleeding Holmes!!! Have you seen my magnifying glass?!? It's enormous!!!"

I managed to regain my balance, but while fighting I accidentally knocked down the S of Mystery Shack. I was able to climb across the roof and hide behind the chimney. Thinking I was safe, I let out a sigh of relief when he kicked me gut making me fall close to the edge.

He raised his sword, about to lower it down. "Any last words...?"

"Um..." I looked out to see the sun starting to rise. "You got any sunscreen..?

"Got any-? What?!" He then noticed his hands starting to melt, seeing the sun rising as he lets out a gasp. "... no."

"You know, letting me lead you outside? Probably not your sharpest decisions." I say up with a confident smile.

Slowly but surely, he began to melt more, little by little. "Outsmarted by a child in short pants?!? No!!!Fiddlesticks!!! Humbugs!!! Tiiter, total kerfufle!!! Butter hullabaloo!!!

"Case closed!" I dusted my hands off, sneezing as it reached my nose.

I saw him laugh, though he was only just a head sliding close to the edge. "You sneeze like a kitten! Those policemen were right, you're adorable! Adorable!!!" His last word echoed as he fall off, landing as a puddle of melted wax.

"... eew."

I went back downstairs, seeing Mabel and (y/n) throwing the remains of the wax figures into the fireplace. Mabel was the first to notice me. "Dipper, you're ok!"

"Hey, you solved the mystery after all!" (y/n) exclaimed as she walked over.

I took wax Stan's head off where it was. "Well, I couldn't have done it without my sidekick."

They exchanged a glance before Mabel spoke. "No offense, Dipper, but you're the sidekick."

"What? Says who? Are people saying that? Have you heard that?"

"Hot Belgian waffles!!!" We all turned to face Stan who had just walked in. "What happened to my parlor?!?"

"Your waxed figures turned out to be evil so we fought them to the death!" Mabel explained before my statement.

"I decapitated Larry King."

"Haha, you kids and you're imaginations!" He said as he smiled, rolling his eyes.

"On the bright side, look what we found." (y/n) said as she pointed at the wax head.

Stan smiles brightly. "My head, haha!!! I missed this guy!!! You done good kids!!! Alright, lime up for some affectionate noogying!"

"Uh..."

"I'm not so sure about that..."

We were too late. He had already pulled us over and started noogying us. (y/n) tried to escape but Stan caught her in time, all of us bursting into laughter.

That's when the police car pulled up in front of the window. Sheriff Blubs rolled down the window, coffee in hand, with Deputy Durland on the passenger seat.

"Solved the case yet boy? I'm so confident you're gonna say no that I'm gonna take a long slow sip from my cup of coffee." As he said, he began to take a sip.

"Actually the answer's yes." I said as I showed them wax Stan's head, a proud smile on my face.

He spit his coffee on Durland's face making him scream. Durland did the same to Blubs which he returned. This went on for a while before they left and we laughed some more.

I looked at Mabel and (y/n). "So did you get rid of all the wax figures?"

"I am ninety nine percent sure that I did!!!"

"Good enough!" We all then went inside.

A few hours later, we were in the living room, (y/n) was watching tv while I read my journal.

Mabel stood in front of a mirror, holding a sweater in each hand. "Hey guys, what do you think is better? Sequence or llama hair?"

I was about to answer when a voice interrupted me. "The llama hair. Llamas are natures greatest warriors."

"Thanks, guys!" She ran off, (y/n) and I exchanging a confused glance, but shrugging it off. She then took her little beaver who had been resting on her head, gently scratching his stomach.

"So is he still nameless?" I asked.

I noticed a smile grow on her face before turning to look at me. "Actually, no, he has a name now."

I raised an eyebrow, curious to here what she had come up with. The little creature stood on her hand as she stood up, raising him up. "Pinetree, I want you to meet Aidston Gabriel The Second!!!"

I stared at them, not really sure how to react. It was definitely.... unique.

She must've noticed my reaction, because she lowered down her arm with a sheepish smile. "But for short, we'll call him Aiden."

"It's a cool name! But why The Second?"

She stayed quiet for a bit before looking at her pet, a small smile, though a bit sad, was now on her face. "Well, let's just say he's named after someone I used to know."

I tilted my head, but shrugged it off. Today was definitely interesting, and we all needed a good rest.

Thanks for reading!!! 'Till next time!!!

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