Ah, summer break.
A time for leisure, recreation, and takin ‘er easy. Unless you're me.

My name is Dipper, the girl about to puke is my sister Mabel.  You may be wondering why we’re in a golf cart fleeing from a creature of unimaginable horror.

Rest assured, there is a perfectly logical explanation.

Let’s rewind.

It all began when our parents decided that we could use some fresh air. They shipped us off to a sleepy town called Gravity Falls, Oregon to stay at our great-uncle’s place in the woods.

Our great uncle Stan… That guy.  Our grunkle transformed his house into a tourist trap called “The Mystery Shack.” It was a mystery why anyone came.

Then there’s our great aunt Diane, Stan’s wife… well not his wife but she might as well be. From what I know, they’ve been dating for 27 years and not a single ring in sight.
She’s nice though. Nicer than Stan.  She bakes us cookies whenever we ask.

I thought it was gonna be the same, boring summer routine until one fateful day…

We were attacked by gnomes!

And that was just the start of the weirdest summer of our lives.