Dipper sighed to himself as he sat down on his bed, holding his head in his hands. He was unimaginably bored which wasn’t uncommon for him, but he never thought that he would be bored now. For nearly the entire summer, his goal had been to find the author of the journals, and now he had. He was psyched at first, his mind buzzing with so many questions to ask, and then there was the fact that the author turned out to be his great uncle. No, not Grunkle Stan, but Stan’s own twin brother. So he should be excited, right? Nope. Why? Because both he and Mabel had been told to stay away from Grunkle Ford, who was staying in the basement. They hardly ever saw him since he was almost always down there. He only came out during meals or to use the bathroom. He finally got to meet the author, and this is what happens to him?!
The bedroom door opened abruptly, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Startled, he fell off of the bed. Standing in the doorway was Mabel, who was just as energetic as always. She was wearing a pink sweater with a rainbow on it today, with seemed to reflect her good mood right now. “C’mon Dipper! What are you doing? You’re missing breakfast!"
“I’m not hungry.” Mabel hated seeing her brother upset like this, so she went and sat down next to him. “What’s wrong Dipper”, she asked even though she already knew what it was. “It’s just… I spent pretty much the whole summer trying to figure out who the author is, and boom here he is, and now I’m not even allowed to talk to him.”
“Awwww c’mon don’t be like that”, Mabel said nudging him, “looks like someone could use some… Mabel juice!”
“Um no thanks I’m good.” Mabel giggled and punched him in the shoulder. “Well, more breakfast for me, then!” She got off of the bed and started to go downstairs. “Mabel, wait.”
Dipper made his way down the stairs and sat down at the table in the kitchen. The air reeked of burned pancakes and the stove was almost completely covered in smoke. The pancakes actually didn’t taste bad at all; they were just hard like rocks. Dipper was poking his pancake with a fork, trying to get it to go in. He kept pushing the fork harder and harder until SNAP! One of the prongs broke in two. Dipper groaned and set down the plastic fork. Everyone was at the table today, even Waddles who was sitting in Mabel’s lap. Stan and Ford were sitting next to each other, and none of them had said a word since Dipper had gotten down there. Neither of them had a plate of food in front of them, just cups of black coffee. They just sat there silently sipping their coffee, occasionally glancing at the other for a brief moment. For a while all that could be heard was the sound of plastic forks stabbing pancakes and Waddles’ occasional squeals. Finally, Stan stood up and spoke, breaking the silence. “I’m gonna step outside for a bit. Dipper! Mabel! Go and help set up shop. The Shack’ll be opening soon.” He grabbed the newspaper on the counter and went out the door.
The twins did what they were told and went into the gift shop. Soos and Wendy were already there, getting everything set up. Dipper had to admit that he was going to miss the Mystery Shack once the summer was over. Even though 90% of the merchandise there was fake, some of it was kind of interesting to look at, the rest of it being just plain weird or outright disgusting. There was a new item on display, and it was called “The Ratfish”. It was a dead catfish whose head had been removed and replaced with the head of a large rat. Just looking at it made him want to throw up.
He decided to start sweeping the floor, since it was covered in dust and dirt. Sweeping probably wasn’t the best choice, because he was sneezing every five minutes or so. Sweeping only sent the dust up into the air, where it could reach his nostrils. “Stupid dust…. Ah…. Ah… ACHOO!”
“Ha! You sneeze like a kitten!”
“Hey!” Dipper’s eyes opened wide when he heard that voice. He looked in front of him, and saw that he had sneezed on Wendy. “Oh gosh I’m so sorry”, he shouted, a light blush beginning to cover his face. Wendy laughed. “It’s alright. Just cover your mouth next time.” She handed him a tissue and walked off to finish stocking the shelves.
Dipper did a mental facepalm, now thoroughly embarrassed. He put the broom aside and sat down on the counter. Today seemed to be going as fast as if time was a snail or something. He groaned as the shop finally opened its doors and people began flooding in, most of them crowding around the Ratfish, only to be driven away by the smell. An old dirty catfish already smelled bad, but mix that with the smell of a dead rat, it was a miracle everyone could still smell at all. It wasn’t long before the entire shack smelled like Ratfish, and people started to leave.
Holding his nose, Dipper went into the employees only area (aka the house) to try and get away from the smell. Still holding his nose, he sat down in a nearby chair. He couldn’t get away from the smell, and that sucked. He eventually let go of his nose and leaned back in the chair, yawning. He didn’t get very much sleep last night. The reason why was because his mind was overflowing with excitement about the fact that he finally got to meet the author, and all the things he wanted to ask him. He yawned again as the thought of sleep quickly caught up with him. Soon he had dozed off, snoring quietly.
BANG! He sat up with a start. What was that? It sounded like it had come from the gift shop. He got off of the chair, and went into the store, curious about what the bang was. Apparently, the cause of the bang was Mabel throwing the Ratfish into a nearby metal trashcan near the exit. He was happy it wasn’t on display anymore, but throwing it away didn’t get rid of the awful stench.
He glanced at the vending machine. He wondered what Ford was doing down there. There was no telling. He thought about asking Stan if he could go and visit Ford in the basement, but he had a pretty good idea about what his answer would be. He decided to go back up to he and his sister’s bedroom to get some sleep, since he had only got like 2 hours of sleep last night, maybe less.
He collapsed onto his bed and climbed under the covers. He removed his hat, placed it on the table in between their beds, then curled up into a ball, falling into a deep sleep shortly afterwards.