![]() Mabel wasn't worried-"He'll be there, or my name isn't Magilicuddy Q. The cards had been mailed on November 29 and had arrived in Piedmont, California, on December 27. They'd sent Christmas cards from Nikolski, Alaska. He and Grunkle Ford had set off the previous fall to explore some strange anomaly in the north Pacific. Mabel was humming happily, adding glasses and a fez to her sketch of the pig, which really did look a bit more like Grunkle Stan than Waddles. Like-he shuddered a little-like lambs marching 'round the daisies. The hilly countryside of middle Oregon seemed to drift past beneath a blue sky dotted with white clouds. ![]() He closed the notebook and looked past Mabel and out the window. What new challenges await? Only time will tell. "First," Mabel said, "a portrait of Waddles!" Tongue sticking out, she started to sketch a pig.ĭipper sighed, crossed out the last word he had written, and began again: x xxxxxxxxxx returning to continue my investigations into the weird, the unexplained, and the mysterious. Or is it Waddles's? Did we have that in English class? Maybe I should write a letter to the Board of Education." "You're troubling Waddles' sensitive nature, too. The driver yelled all the way back: "Keep the pig quiet!" "Where's the love? Where is the love?"įrom the seat behind them came a deep grunt. "You didn't say I'm returning, too, Broboat!" Mabel wailed. From the Journals of Dipper Pines: Saturday, June 15, aboard the eastbound Speedy Beaver Bus: After more than nine months away from Gravity Falls, I am at last returgincnd –
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