I leave and get into my car.  How am I going to find every file on him? I'm pretty sure even the government even has one on him. Wait. I look in my glove compartment and see my old grappling hook.

"Hold on to something Waddles." I yell stomping on the gas. I speed over to the Mystery Shack. Great Uncle Ford and Grandpa Stan are visiting Glass Shard, New Jersey. I don't know why, though. But they finally made up after almost sixty years. Waddles and I walk inside. It was covered in cobwebs. This is going to take a serious music montage to clean up. Waddles runs around the shack, while I head to my old room. I walk in to be electrocuted.

"Mabel? Mabel are you okay?" That sounds familiar. I see the person talking to me.

"Candi, what the hell are you doing in my Grunkles' attic."

"The one with the red sweater let me use it as a lab for the summer before I head to West Coast Tech." Really Ford? Are you serious? I try and stand up.

"Oww, head rush, head rush."

Wow, being electrocuted must've really hurt.

"Well I'm going crazy. I thought I heard someone talking to me."

Nope, Shooting Star, I'm talking to you.

"I'll ignore it.  So what ya got?"

"Follow me." She leads me to a table with a bunch of sciency stuff on it. She puts a pair of gloves on and a screen pops up . "This one is a prototype of a super computer at your fingertips."

"Cool, can I try?" She hands me the gloves and I put them on. I put in 'Gravity Falls news from two years ago' and the first thing that pops up is "Ex-supernatural expert, Able 'Dipper' Pines, arrested for murder, arson, and supposed conspiracy." I guess that was the top headline then and still is.  I pull the gloves off and set them down.

"Mabel are you okay?" She asks, but I ignore her and walk out of the house.

Your brother is in an insane asylum and you choose to help him?  There's a reason why he's there.  I can help, if you let me.

If that's Bill I'm gonna be pissed.

Oh, Shooting Star, it is me.

Damn it Bill. Why would I choose to let you help me? I'm not that stupid.

Pine Tree was. And he's smarter than you.

So you think I'm gonna make the mistake he did? No. I'm good. I don't need help from a stinkin' Dorito.

Why does everyone keep thinking of me as a Do-ri-to, what ever that is? We'll see ya Shooting Star.