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Danny walked into the kitchen just as the twins yelled, “Syrup Race!”
They each had a bottle of syrup and were cheering on their respective ones as dollops of the stuff poured out. Mabel was the victor and Danny chuckled, pouring himself a cup of coffee as Mabel choked on her syrup.
“Woah, Mabel, check this out!” Dipper exclaimed, showing Mabel an article in the news magazine he was reading.
“Human sized hamster ball?!” Mabel gasped. “ I’m human sized!”
“No no, this!” Dipper pointed at an article and Danny briefly caught a glimpse of some sort of photo contest. “We see weirder stuff than this every day!”
Danny snorted and poured another cup of coffee, walking out of the kitchen as he heard Dipper whisper, “You didn’t get any pictures of those gnomes, did you?”
Danny tuned them out as he walked out of the kitchen and handed Stan a cup of coffee, just as the older man walked in from picking up the newspaper. Stan took the coffee with a gracious smile and then held up the paper. “Get a load of this, Spooks. Turns out that little twerp is back in town.”
“Gideon? Ya, I saw it on the back of Dipper’s magazine. Think he’ll start something?” Danny asked, sipping his coffee.
Stan huffed. “Anything that has to do with Gideon is bound to have trouble.”
Danny nodded in agreement. “Definitely. Let’s try not to worry about it until he does something though.”
“Agreed. Anyway, today I’m going to take the kids fishing. Think you can join us? I know you’re not exactly a fan of fishing and all.”
Danny shrugged. “Later, probably. I’m gonna search for the journals first.”
Stan rolled up the newspaper with a nod then walked into the kitchen. “Good morning knuckleheads, you two know what day it is?”
Dipper glanced over at Mabel and then Danny with confusion. “Uh- Happy anniversary?”
Mabel threw up her hands in the air and exclaimed, “Mazel tov!”
Danny chuckled. “Do you even know what that means?”
“Nope!” She replied cheerfully.
Stan rolled his eyes and whacked Dipper in the head with the rolled up newspaper. “It’s family fun day genius! We’re ignoring work and having one of those bonding type deals.”
The twins instantly grimaced. “Grunkle Stan, is this going to be anything like our last family bonding day?” Dipper asked.
Danny narrowed his eyes at Stan. “Ya, Stan. Is it?”
Last time, Stan had the kids create fake money only for the cops to discover them. Danny had, thankfully, managed to convince them the money wasn’t going to actually be used and was instead to be put into confetti cannons for a celebration. The trio were let out, free of charge, so long as they agreed to no longer make counterfeit money for celebrations or otherwise. Danny had been pissed and may or may not have zapped Stan a few times afterwards if he so much as brought the situation up.
Mabel shivered, eyes staring off distantly as she remembered the events. “Ugh… The county jail was so cold…”
Stan huffed and shoved Danny aside as he walked over to his great niece and nephew. “Look, I know I haven’t been the best summer caretaker-”
“I’ve practically been the only one keeping an eye on them,” Danny deadpanned.
Stan ignored him and continued, “But I swear, today we’re going to have some real family fun!”
Dipper and Mabel shared concerned looks and Danny offered them a small smile. “I have some business at the museum this morning, but afterwards I’ll see if I can join you guys.”
That seemed to reassure the kids as they looked up at their Grunkle with grins. Stan grinned back. “Great! Now who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?!”
The twins threw up their arms excitedly with a “Yay!” before Dipper's brain screeched to a halt as he realized what Stan said and he questioned, “Wait, what?”
Danny chuckled and downed the rest of his coffee in one go. “Have fun you guys.” He called as he left the shack.
The trip to the museum was… uneventful, to say the least. Other than the creepy cult in the back that Danny refuses to acknowledge, there was absolutely no sign of the journals anywhere, which at this rate Danny expected. Every building he had searched thus far, multiple times over the past 30 years, he found nothing. Not a single sign of the remaining two journals. By now, he was fairly convinced that he’d never return home again.
The thought should be more concerning than it is.
Danny looked around the museum for most of the morning into the afternoon, and finally gave up and headed to Gravity Falls’ lake to meet up with Stan and the others. He wasn’t a huge fan of fishing, for a variety of reasons, but he had told the kids he’d stopped by and figured he could just relax and watch them struggle instead of partaking himself.
When he got there, Danny found Stan alone in his boat, pulled up close to a family of three and talking to the young boy there. Danny raised an eyebrow as the parents of the boy started yelling at Stan, before the older man quickly drove the boat away. Danny sighed and walked up to the dock, waving Stan down.
The older man perked up upon seeing his long-time friend (and wasn’t that a thought, that they’ve been friends for so long…) and quickly pulled up to the dock.
“Heya Spooks! Glad you could make it,” Stan grinned.
Danny climbed into the boat and sat down carefully as Stan pulled away from the dock. “Hey Stan. Where’s the kids?”
Stan’s expression soured and he looked away, tensing with a defensive air about him. “Apparently they’d rather play ‘monster hunt’ with Soos than hang out with their family.”
“Monster hunt? What are they hunting?” Danny questioned.
“According to that crazy old man, there's a monster in the lake and the kids want to try and find it,” Stan huffed.
“Ah, I see. They probably won’t find anything, the Gobblewonker is way too shy and unless it’s aggravated or has its home disturbed, it will hide towards the bottom of the lake. They’ll end up having to give up the adventure.” Danny nodded sagely to himself.
Stan’s eyes widened. “Wait, you mean there’s an actual lake monster?! ”
Danny shrugged. “Well, ya. I discovered him when searching for the journals over on Scuttlebutt Island. He’s typically pretty peaceful, but he gets very territorial. I doubt they’ll get close to his cave though.”
Stan just stared at his friend with a bewildered expression. Danny just laughed at his friend’s reaction.
The pair sat there for a while, idly chatting while Stan fished.
At one point, while Stan was trying to fix a knot in his fishing line, the pair heard a voice from nearby.
“Can you pwease tell me more funny stories, Pop-pop?”
They looked over to see an older man, around Stan’s age, with two young brunette children a few years younger than Dipper and Mabel. The old man rubbed the boy’s head through his hat. “Anything for my fishing buddies!”
Stan glared at the trio and Danny watched him with an eyebrow raised. Stan was greatly affected by Dipper and Mabel ditching him, though Danny wasn’t completely sure why. “Just ignore them,” he whispered.
Stan didn’t seem to hear his friend as the young boy in the other boat rubbed his arm shyly and then looked up at his grandpa with an adoring expression, saying “Pop-pop… I just realized that… I wuv you!”
Stan stood up in the boat with a snarl, shouting, “Aw, c’mon! Boo! Boo!”
Danny groaned. “Stan, stop, sit back down!”
“H-h-hey now!” The old man stood in his own boat. “What’s the big idea?!”
The little boy looked over at Stan and then his grandpa with a sad expression. “Maybe he has no one who wuvs him, pop-pop?” Danny had to stifle his snicker with a cough at that.
Stan looked taken aback and snapped, “Ya, well, I, I-!”
He was interrupted when a sudden wave crashed over the nearby boats. The pair startled and watched with horror as Soos’ boat came speeding past with what could only be described as a lake monster chasing them.
As the monster sped by, Danny quickly went ghost and dived down into the water, watching as the boat and monster wove between people, sending some boats flying into the air at the crash of the waves.
Stan stood drenched, and then threw down his hat with a growl. The man then slumped, sighing with a hand on his chin. “I thought you said the monster didn’t typically react?”
Danny, hidden beside the boat, look up at his friend with a frown. “It doesn’t… Something isn’t right-”
“Go save the kids, Danny. I’ll wait here,” Stan said with a solemn expression on his face.
Danny’s frown deepened. “You okay?”
“We’ll talk about it later. The kids are in danger, go save them Spooks.” Stan gestured after the others.
Danny nodded and went invisible. Before he left, he grabbed Stan’s arm and turned the man intangible, letting all the water covering him phase off and onto the boat’s floor.
Stan smiled gratefully at his arm as Danny let go of the intangibility. “Thanks, Spooks.”
Phantom didn’t reply, just took off into the air after the kids.
Phantom sped after the kids and monster, trying to get close enough to zap the creature or get to the boat to turn it intangible, but every time he got close something got in the way.
He could see the kids panicking, Soos trying to fight off a beaver stuck to his face, and soon he watched with a mix of relief and concern as the boat sped straight into a waterfall. He knew the monster’s cave was behind it, he just hoped it wouldn’t-
Phantom paused, stopping completely in his tracks in shock as the monster got stuck in the entrance of the cave. “What the-?”
Phantom flew into the cave, invisible still, and witnessed alongside the others as the monster revealed itself to be one of Old Man McGucket’s inventions. He relaxed after that and flew out of the cave to return to Stan.
But before he could get far, he saw the real lake monster rise up from the lake with a roar at the animatronic monster. Phantom turned visible and held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Woah nessie, calm down- It’s just a fake-!”
The monster wasn’t having it, swiping at Phantom with it’s tail. He yelped and went invisible to avoid the swing, then zapped at the monster. It screeched and snapped at him with his fangs. Phantomzapped at it again, zooming away from the cave and the monster follow with a growl.
He could see Soos’ boat, mostly destroyed from the robotic lake monster, manage to float out of the cave with the twins and Soos on the ship. The trio startled when they say Phantom and the actual Gobblewonker.
“Hey! That’s the guy who saved us from the gnomes!” Mabel exclaimed.
Phantom couldn’t react to her, trying to avoid getting eaten, but he slowed down enough to look over. Which means he reacted too late to the swing of a tail, which knocked him out of the air and into the water.
He quickly swam away from the group, trying to get the monster off their backs as it followed him. He flew back into the air as it tried to bite him. He expected the kids to run, get away and save themselves.
What he didn’t expect was Dipper to yell, “Hey monster! Over here!”
“Ya! Come get us you big scaly freak!” Mabel yelled in turn.
Phantom’s eyes widened as the monster turned to face them. “What are you doing/! ” Phantom yelled.
But the kids grinned at him as Soos picked up a giant barrel labeled ‘fish food’ and threw it into the water. The contents flowed out of the container and the Gobblewonker paused and sniffed the air, dipping its head and tasting a bit of the remaining fish food.
Something in the beast seemed to light up and it ducked further into the water, consuming the rest of the flakes. Content with its meal, it sunk down into the depths of the lake and disappeared.
Phantom watched in shock and a good amount of awe and then turned to the kids, who were grinning up at him. “I- Thank you?”
“Don’t mention it!” Dipper called. “You saved us, we’re just returning the favor!”
Phantom grinned, flying a bit closer so none of them were straining their vocal cords so much from yelling. . “Well, I appreciate it! You guys go on and enjoy the rest of your fishing trip, I’m sure you’ve had enough adventure for the day!”
The pair flushed in no short amount of embarrassment, nodding. “You’re right. We’ve ditched our uncle to try and catch the lake monster but- now we just feel bad about it. It wasn’t worth it,” Dipper sighed.
“Why would you do that?” Phantom questioned.
“We were trying to take pictures to win a photo contest for $1000!” Mabel piped in.
Phantom hummed in contemplation, staring at the two as he came up with an idea.
He glanced down at the camera in Dipper’s hand and then back to the pairs’ faces. “Tell you what. I’ll let you guys take a picture of me for your contest, so long as you promise to go back to your uncle and have a fun rest of your trip.”
Their eyes widened. “Wait, really?!” Dipper asked.
Phantom smiled softly and nodded. “Mhm. People don’t really know about me, or if they do they don’t talk about it much. I’m sure a picture of me could do well in a contest, can’t promise people won’t think it’s photoshopped though.”
Dipper grinned and held up his camera. “I’ll take the risk! We get a picture and go hang out with our uncle!”
Phantom posed as Dipper’s camera flashed. Then he waved goodbye to the pair and flew away.
He landed as Fenton in Stan’s boat, after making sure no one saw him suddenly appear there, just in time for Dipper, Mabel, and Soos to roll up in their busted down boat. It took Stan a bit of convincing to forgive the trio, but after Dipper and Mabel put on hand-stitched hats with their names on it (Danny didn’t realize Stan looked forward to the day that much, no wonder he was so bummed out), he was back to being himself.
And soon after that, the five of them were having a blast fishing and taking pictures, enjoying their time together.
Danny was fairly certain Dipper and Mabel even forgot about Phantom and the photo contest afterwards.
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“Hey dudes! You’ll never guess what I found!” Danny heard Soos call as he entered the living room from the gift shop. Curious, he followed the twins and mechanic as they walked upstairs.
“So I was cleaning up, and I found this secret door, hidden behind the wall-paper!” As they came up to the door, Danny froze. Soos turned to the twins with a grin. “Its crazy bonkers creepy!”
“I uh- I don’t know about this-” Danny tried, but the trio ignored him in favor of walking into the room.
It was the old parlor, filled with various wax statues inside. Danny remembered them and the curse that befell them. Years ago, he had locked them away and covered the door to ensure they couldn't escape and wreak more havoc.
“It’s my old wax museum!” He heard Stan suddenly call. When did he get there?
He watched Stan show the kids the various statues with a scowl.
“I think it’s time I bring these guys out of storage!” Stan grinned.
“Absolutely not.” Danny crossed his arms. Stan raised an eyebrow.
“Why not? C’mon Spooks, it's a money maker!” Stan huffed.
“Well- Um-” How could he tell Stan they came alive and nearly killed them with the kids here? His eyes fell on a puddle of wax, and he got an idea. “Because you’re missing a statute! See?!”
Stan looked over and groaned. “Wax Abraham Lincoln! Oh, no! Who left the blinds open?” He ran over to the melted puddle and dipped a finger in the wax. “How do you even fix a wax figure?”
Danny barely paid attention to the conversation, staring at the wax figures with a critical eye as Mabel went on about crafting. Opening the wax museum was going to be a bad idea, he could feel it.
Later on, that feeling stayed with him, even as a crowd gathered to celebrate the reopening of the wax museum. Of course, they had all been led there with the bribery of free pizza and when Stan revealed that was a lie, the crowd grew angry and trashed the place. Danny just watched the entire time from his position on stage, staring solely at the wax figures with a suspicious eye.
The waxing moon was supposed to rise on that night… Danny knew what that meant, and he was not happy about it.
His suspicions were confirmed when he was getting ready for bed and heard Stan scream.
He didn’t even think, immediately going ghost and sinking through the floor, but he quickly went back to human when he saw the sight before him.
The wax figure of Stan was laying against the couch with its head cut off. And there was only one group who could’ve done that.
Dipper and Mabel came running down the stairs. “What’s going on?!”
“Wax Stan- he’s been- Murdered!” Stan sobbed.
Mabel collapsed into Dipper in a dramatic faint, who caught her in turn.
“We need to call the police!” Stan said frantically.
“Stan, it’s a statue, we do not-“ Danny tried.
“Yes we do Spooks! This was a homicide! A horrendous crime!” Stan cried, rushing to the phone.
He tried to convince Stan to leave the poor officers alone, but Stan went and called the sheriff and deputy anyway, and Danny could only stand there, dumbfounded, when the pair arrived and surveyed the scene.
“This case is unsolvable!” Sheriff Blubbs declared. Dipper and Mabel started to argue, which is when Danny decided it was far too late at night to deal with this.
“This case is ridiculous,” Danny interrupted. “I’m going to bed, good luck with- this.”
The others ignored him as he walked up the stairs and headed to bed.
The next day, Danny just sat on the patio drinking a pitt cola while Stan attempted to get a wooden coffin out of the car. The twins were ‘inventigating the murder’.
“Hey, give me a hand with this coffin will ya? Since someone won’t help me,” Stan asked the twins as they started to walk by, shooting a glare at Danny. “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!” Dipper replied.
“Break in the case!” Mabel echoed.
“We’re heading into town right now to interrogate the murderer,” Dipper added. Danny snorted, taking a sip of his pitt cola.
“We have an axe!” Mabel exclaimed, pulling a literal axe out of Dipper’s backpack. “Ree, Ree, Ree!”
Danny spit out his pitt cola in shock. “What the f-!”
“Huh,” Stan hummed with a finger on his chin, “Seems like the kind of thing a responsible parent wouldn’t want you doing… Good thing I’m an uncle!”
“Stan!” Danny scolded, incredulously.
Stan ignored him, instead placing a foot on the coffin and shouting, “Avenge me kids! Avenge me!”
And before Danny could jump up and snatch the axe away from the kids, they ran off.
“This is ridiculous, Stan,” Danny huffed, once the kids left. “You just let the kids run off with a weapon, of all things! And you’re trying to throw a memorial for a wax version of you!”
“He deserves a proper send off, Spooks!” Stan snapped, trying to drag the coffin towards the shack again.
“It’s a wax statue.” Danny deadpanned.
“He’s-!” Stan paused, staring at the coffin and sighed, his shoulders slumping as he dropped the heavy wood. Danny frowned, sitting up. Stan looked up at his friend with the beginnings of tears welling in his eyes. “… It was like having my brother back, Danny… And then losing him, again… I never got to say goodbye the first time and I just- I don’t even know if he’s alive now and- and I miss him…” he murmured.
Danny’s eyes widened. He thought Stan was just being dramatic but that - No wonder Stan was going all out.
He stood and walked over to his friend, pulling Stan into a tight hug. Stan clung back.
“… we’ll hold your ridiculous funeral. Maybe it’ll help get some closure. But we will get your brother back, Stan. I swear.” Danny promised.
Stan just nodded in response.
So they went and set up the funeral. This time, Danny helped. Which made getting the coffin inside so much easier, what with the super strength and the intangibility powers and all.
After Dipper and Mabel came back from interrogating Toby Determined (having assumed he “murdered” wax Stan. Danny understood how they came to that conclusion, but he of course knew that wasn’t the real murderer), they held the memorial.
Stan stood at the front of the room, wax Stan laying in the coffin beside him. There was a photo framed on the wall of Stan and wax Stan. The wax figures were all seated in various chairs and Danny sat in the front row alongside the other humans. Soos was sobbing, blowing his nose. Mabel was still holding onto the axe with a frown on her face and Dipper just looked disappointed. Danny only felt sympathetic, but the whole thing was still rather ridiculous to him.
“Kids, Danny, Soos, lifeless wax figures, thank you all for coming,” Stan began, sounding like he was trying not to cry.. “Some people might say its wrong for a man to love a wax replica of himself-”
“They’re wrong!” Soos proclaimed, jumping up from his seat. Danny had to stifle a snort with a cough.
“Easy Soos,” Stan soothed. He then looked over at the coffin. “Wax Stan, I hope you’re picking pockets in wax heaven!” Stan wiped a tear from his eye and then ran out of the room sobbing, “Sorry I’ve got glitter in my eye!”
Soos sobbed as well and ran after Stan. Danny tried very, very hard not to laugh.
Dipper sighed and slouched in his chair. “Ugh, those cops were right about me.”
Danny nudged Dipper lightly with a soft smile. “Hey, cheer up kid. You guys did great investigating.”
“Ya Dipper!” Mabel chimed in, “We’ve come so far. We can’t give up now!”
Dipper jumped up from his chair and paced over to the coffin. “But I’ve considered everything! The weapon, the motive, the clues-” he paused when he looked into the coffin.
Out of the corner of Danny’s eye, he noticed movement. His eyes widened as he slowly rose from his chair. Mabel didn’t seem to notice, jumping up from her chair and walking over to her brother.
“Wax Stan’s shoe has a hole in it,” Dipper pointed out. Danny paced closer to the kids.
“All the wax guys have that,” Mabel said. “Its where the pole thingy attaches to their stand dealies.”
Dipper’s eyes widened. “Wait a minute- What has holes in its shoes and no fingerprints? Mabel! The murderers are-!”
“Standing right behind you.” A voice interrupted Dipper.
Danny scowled, whipping around and immediately taking on a defensive stance, guarding the kids. The pair turned as well, just as all the wax figures rose from their seats.
Dipper gasped in shock. “Wax Sherlock Holmes! Wax Shakespeare! Wax- Coolio?”
“Sup homie,” Wax Coolio greeted.
Wax Lizzie Borden snatched her axe from Mabel and Danny quickly shoved himself between the pair. “I told Stan this was a bad idea,” He groaned.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Mabel panicked, hiding behind Danny.
“Congratulations, my two amateur sleuths,” Sherlock Holmes said. “You’ve unburied the truth. And now we’re going to bury you!”
“Over my ha- dead. Just dead. Over my dead body!” Danny scowled.
Sherlock laughed humorlessly and glared at Danny, pulling out the head of wax Stan. “Oh, of course, I can’t forget about you .”
“Wait- How is this possible?! You’re made of wax!” Dipper fretted.
“Are you magic?” Mabel asked hopefully.
Sherlock barked a laugh. “Are we magic?! She wants to know if we’re magic!” He threw his fist down onto the frame of the coffin, Danny quickly pulling Dipper and Mabel away from the wax. “We’re cursed!”
“Cursed! Aggh!” The other wax figures snarled.
“Cursed to come to live whenever the moon is waxing. Your uncle bought us many years ago at a garage sale,” Sherlock said.
“A haunted garage sale, son!” Coolio added.
“More like stole you,” Danny muttered.
“And so, the Mystery Shack wax collection was born. By day we would be the play things of man-” Sherlocks began.
“-But when your uncle and Danny were asleep, we would rule the night!” Koolio finished.
“It was a charmed life for us cursed beings! That was… until you locked us away.” Shakespeare’s eyes snapped to Danny in a glare.
Danny glared right back. “ Phantom locked you away, not me, though he did tell me what happened early on. It was because you nearly killed Stan in your ‘fun’!”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Don’t act coy!”
“Wait- Phantom? How do you know Phantom?!” Dipper questioned.
“Not the time, Dipper,” Danny huffed.
“Regardless! We waited 10 years to seek our revenge for being locked away. But we got the wrong guy,” Sherlock finished.
“So- you were trying to murder Grunkle Stan or Danny for real?!” Dipper exclaimed.
“You were right all along Dipper! Wax people are creepy!” Mabel told her brother.
“Enough! Now to seek our true revenge, you must die .” Sherlock stated as he, and all the other wax figures, had their eyes roll into the back of their heads.
“Grab the fake candles or heat up something metal in the fire! Now! ” Danny snapped, ripping an electric candle from the table and slicing the head off of one of the wax figures.
Dipper and Mabel quickly followed suit, each grabbing a candle of their own. “Anyone move and we’ll melt you into candles!” Dipper cried.
“Decorative candles!” Mabel echoed.
“You really think that you can defeat us?!” Sherlock Holmes exclaimed.
“ Definitely, ” Danny growled with a fearsome grin. Unbeknownst to the kids, his eyes began to glow a toxic green.
“Very well then. Attack!” And a fight began.
Mabel darted between wax figures, causing Lizzie to chop the head off of a fellow wax and then Mabel chopped the arm off of another. Dipper sliced the head off of Larry King, and then slices another statue in half. Danny got into a candle versus axe fight with Lizzie, and saw wax Gengis Khan barreling toward him. He quickly stabbed Lizzie and darted out of the way, and the momentum made Gengis Khan tackle Lizzie and himself into the fire place, melting them instantly.
Danny looked over to the kids and saw Mabel using the head of Coolio to hit others away from her in a twirl. Danny laughed. “Good job Mabel!” He called, running over and slicing apart wax figures.
Mabel was then able to dart over to the fire and she yelled, “Dipper! Watch out!”
Dipper and Danny looked over to see Sherlock Holmes marching towards Dipper. “Alright! Let's get this taken care of.” He grabbed a sword off the wall and knocked the candle out of Dipper’s hand.
Danny’s eyes widened and he started to run over but was interrupted by another wax figure. They got into a match as he heard Mabel yell, “Catch!” And she tossed a heated up fire stick to Dipper. In an impressive move, the pre-teen managed to catch the weapon and parry Sherlock’s attacks as he was pushed backwards out of the hall and up the stairs.
“Dipper!” Danny called with worry. He snarled and sliced down the rest of the wax figures. “Mabel, can you get to work melting everyone?!”
Mabel nodded. “On it!” She ran over to various wax body parts and began throwing them into the fire in armfuls. Danny ran out of the room after Dipper.
He quickly glanced to make sure no one could see him and went ghost, flying after the sounds of metal on metal.
Turns out, he didn’t really need to help. Dipper and Holmes managed to make it onto the roof. Dipper managed to lead the wax to the top of the Mystery Shack sign, knocking down the letter ‘S’. Phantom’s eyes widened as Sherlock knocked Dipper onto his butt, but breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the sun rise over the horizon.
Sherlock melted and fell off the roof and Phantom landed beside Dipper. “Well, I was going to help when I heard the fighting, but it seems like I wasn’t needed.”
Dipper jumped in surprise and looked over with wide eyes. “How’d you-?”
Phantom waved aside the question. “Don’t worry about it. You okay?”
Dipper nodded. “I’m fine…”
“Good, that’s all that matters. Tell Danny hello for me, I better get going,” Phantom grinned at Dipper and went invisible. Dipper’s eyes widened even more in surprise and he looked frantically around as Phantom flew into the attic and turned back into Danny.
Dipper climbed into the room just in time and Danny ran over with worry. “Dipper! Are you okay?! What happened to Sherlock?”
Dipper grinned. “Taken care of, don’t worry.”
Danny breathed in relief and pulled Dipper into a hug. “Glad you’re okay.”
Dipper seemed surprised for a moment and then hugged back. “You too.”
“Hot belgium waffles!” Stan shouted as he walked into the parlor, just as Danny, Dipper, and Mabel finished melting all the wax figures… probably. “What happened to my parlor?!”
“I told you those wax figures were a bad idea, Stan.” Danny deadpanned.
“Your wax figures turned out to be evil, so we fought them to the death!” Mabel chimed.
“I decapitated Larry King,” Dipper added.
Stan stared at the three of them and then burst into laughter. “You kids and your imaginations. You even got Danny in on it!”
“On the bright side though, look what we found?” Dipper held up the wax head of Stan and tossed it to the man.
“My head, haha! I missed this guy!” Stan grinned at the twins. “You done good, kids. Alright, now line up for some affectionate nooging!”
The kids protested, but Stan pulled them into a hug and noogied them anyways as the three of them laughed. Danny smiled softly at the side and picked up the wax Stan head where the real Stan had set it down to noogie.
Just then, they heard a siren and looked out the window to see Sheriff Blubbs and Deputy Durland drive up. “Solve the case yet, boy? I’m so confident you’re gonna say no, that I’m going to take a long, slow sip from my coffee.” Blubbs did just that.
Dipper smirked and took the head from Danny, holding it up for the officers to see. “Actually, the answer is yet.”
Sheriff Blubbs was so shocked that he did a spit take right into Durland’s face, who blew the coffee at Blubbs and the pair cried out from the heat, driving away in a panic.
They all laughed. “They got scalded!” Stan mocked.
“So… We got all the wax figures?” Danny asked.
“I am 99% sure that we did!” Mabel replied.
“Good enough for me!” Dipper grinned.
“Me too,” Danny agreed.
“Alright, alright. Now help me clean this place up, it’s a mess now.” Stan complained and they all got to work cleaning everything up.