5 Chapter 5: Destruction of The Blind Eye Society and Gideon (1)
Dipper's POV
"Where are we going, Dipper?" asked Mabel as she followed me, looking around curiously.
"I'm looking for a grave, more specifically an angel statue," I explained, scanning the surroundings of the cemetery.
"Bingo," I said, rushing towards the statue.
"What's special about this statue?" Mabel questioned, observing me approaching the finger of the statue pointing in a direction.
"Nothing special for Gravity Falls, but I need the documents it's hiding in a secret room," I explained, looking around carefully to avoid having to eliminate curious onlookers from the face of the Earth, which would be a headache to do in front of Mabel.
I bent the angel's finger, and as expected, a secret passage opened before me.
"Oh! How cool, a secret passage," Mabel exclaimed, clearly excited.
I didn't think she would still be amazed by the anomalies of this place, but I underestimated her enthusiasm.
As we entered the secret passage, we had to pass through a few minor obstacles, which were easily resolved.
We finally reached our destination.
"Mabel, I'd like you to meet Mr. Quentin Trembley III, who happens to be the 8½th President of the United States," I declared, pulling a curtain that hid the president's body.
"Incredible, is he still alive?" she asked, approaching.
"Yes, but I prefer that he remains there for a few more centuries," I said, keeping Mabel away from him to avoid an "accident".
I just came here to look for irrefutable evidence to blackmail the Northwest family, as I want to meet them soon for business.
The reason for this decision is that Soos is having trouble with the administrative aspect of creating our company, so I thought I'd take this little shortcut.
At worst, I'll just have to threaten them a little forcefully, as they tend to cave in to strength.
"I've obtained all the necessary elements, we can leave, Mabel."
After warning her and also taking some ancient objects that could be resold later, Mabel and I finally took the road back to the Mystery Shack.
"Are you sure you'll really need all this junk?" Mabel couldn't help but question, looking at the slightly cluttered garage with the objects recovered from the secret chamber of the former president.
"Don't worry, Mabel, you'll see that it will be useful to us sooner or later," I replied, guiding her out of the garage.
"Where are you going, Uncle Stan?" I asked Stan Pines.
He seemed to be in disguise, even if it was poorly done.
"Shh, don't call me that out here," Stan said in a suspicious manner, from my point of view.
"I'm going to find out about the situation at my fiercest competitor," he explained, looking around to check our environment, probably to see if we were being watched.
"You're talking about the 'Tent of Telepathy'," I said, looking at him with an apathetic expression.
"How did you guess?" replied Stan Pines, clearly surprised.
"I've noticed a drop in our clientele recently, and Gideon's advertising is almost everywhere on television," I explained, getting into his car.
"So, are you coming? We need to observe the competition more closely, don't we?" he said, gesturing for me to get into the driver's seat.
"Quite a nephew, I think you've inherited my business sense," he said, quickly getting into the vehicle.
"Wait, I'm coming with you," Mabel said, running towards us in a hurry, but to no avail, as Stan had already started the engine and begun driving.
"Sorry, Mabel, but not this time. I'll explain everything when I get back if I have free time," I yelled the end of the sentence, as Stan Pines had already started accelerating at high speed.
"The problem, Dipper, is that you almost never have time," Mabel thought, with a slightly sad expression on her face.
"I hope you're not going to speed too much, since you have cataracts in your eyes," I said, quickly putting on my seatbelt.
"I see you're aware of that," Stan said, slightly surprised.
"But don't worry, I'm a pro at the wheel," he said confidently.
Unfortunately for me, just a few minutes later, we were being chased by the police.
The reason? We were off-roading in the forest and had clearly exceeded the speed limit.
"Sometimes, I start to doubt the logic of this world," I said, leaving the slightly damaged vehicle, questioning the logic behind my survival with such a driver.
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After paying our way into the Tent of Telepathy, Uncle Stan and I settled in the back to discreetly watch the show.
"Hello, America, my name is little Gideon, and..." he begins his speech before starting to dance.
I really hope that all the people in the Disney universe don't actually sing or start dancing in the middle of a discussion.
"Let all worlds rise," Gideon ordered, and an invisible force lifted Uncle Stan and me from our seats.
Interesting, so if I want to beat him, I shouldn't just shrink him directly with a flashlight, but first take away this thing.
Finally, I spent the performance observing Gideon's mechanism for using his artifact and observing the organization of his show.
"That was lame," Stan declared on our way back.
"I don't understand why he's so popular right now, and you, Dipper, do you have any ideas for dealing with this kid?"
Stan asked for my opinion a bit abruptly, which caught me a little off guard, but I was able to adjust quickly.
"Don't worry, Uncle Stan, he's just a fad, so it's temporary," I said in a confident tone.
"I think so too, after all, I've been doing business here for years, haha," he declared, laughing towards the end, but surprisingly, I was able to detect a bit of bitterness in his voice.
It seems his brother must miss him, or is it just guilt?
After returning home, I went straight to the garage, as I would need a non-lethal invention to ensure my success in acquiring an object that will allow me to avoid spilling unnecessary blood in this world.
"Here, a simple sleeping gas bomb, and if I combine it with this gas mask, then I can take care of the The Blind Eye Society," I said, leaving the garage with a backpack.
This was my jetpack disguised as a backpack, and besides that, I had brought my lightsaber, as well as my sleeping gas bombs, not forgetting the gas mask.
"After tonight, there will be no more Gideon or The Blind Eye Society," I said, leaving the Mystery Shack using my jetpack to head towards the history museum.
"Now that I think about it, I've never tested this thing," I said in the air, making my way to the museum.
Finally, I was able to arrive safely at the museum, without incident. This is surely due to the control console of the jetpack, which has been designed to be usable even by a child.
"Note to self: test my inventions more often before using them in the field," I said, entering the museum.
Anyway, if the sleeping gas bomb I made doesn't work properly, I'll just shrink everyone and erase their memories later with "The Memory Gun".
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Author's Note: Two chapters today, because I'm in a good mood, but also because I'm not sure if I'll have time to publish tomorrow.
