Little big human

Mattress shook just like jelly when she began to frantically jump on his rusty springs. "Mabel ..." - muttered Dipper, only more burying his head in the pillow.

«Dipper, get up! Hurry!» - his sister surely could raise the dead from the grave. – «We're going to take a walk with Else, remember? Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up!”

Right. Today the twins gonna have an appointment with their new neighbor. Pretty nice and friendly subject at first glance. Let a little older, but still a nice companion.

After five minutes, brother and sister were already descending the stairs to the second floor.

“Oh, there you are!» - uncle Stan came out from the bathroom. The old man smelt of old cologne. Cutting smell tickled the nostrils. – «Gather. Leave immediately after breakfast».

Children were shocked.

“But, Uncle Stan! We have such plans for today!» - Mabel ran to the head of the family, and her fingers clutching in his dark suit, hung on it.

«Sorry, but this is of extreme importance. In any case I can`t miss this».

“But ...”, - the girl started to cry falsely.

“Not discussed”, - Mr. Pines said indifferently, and went to the kitchen to make a couple of sandwiches.

Case of "extraordinary importance" was rocking chairs selling. It is unclear why Stan took the kids on a similar event, but he did. Boring three hours the three walked under the scorching summer sun. All for the sake of cheap and almost collapsed chair that the human brain can only think of. But Uncle Stan was still pleased. Of course, because he had to spend just ten dollars.

But already on the watch dial needle crept up to the mark "4". Although all the windows were fully opened, the car was unbearably stuffy. What was relieved when the door opened and the children literally spilled into the street, with gusto and inhaling the cool fresh air that blew steadily from the forest. No one had a droplet forces, so Dipper offered to postpone their "march" for tomorrow. Girl barely nodded.

So passed the first day.

On the next morning, it became clear that today unlucky trio did not shine again. The rain fell in torrents. Ice drops under the influence of a rather strong wind.

«Oh, come on!» - Mabel moaned, dramatically lifting up her hands to the ceiling. – «Are you kidding me?»

Going down to the second floor,  twins looked at the Else`s room door. Dipper confidently stepped forward and knocked. The only answer was a silence, interrupted with deafening thunder. A loud knock again. Still nothing. Mabel could not stand it, so she ran to the door and began to beat it with her fists.

«Else, open to us!»

Suddenly the door opened. But not because someone turned the key, but because it was already opened. Girl`s fists just helped a little.

The door swung open. The room was cold. Obviously, due to the opened window. Two streams of rainwater were dripping on the floor. Curtains developed in the wind, like small sails. Besides this peculiarity, found no backpack master room, neither he nor his things, such as shorts, T-shirt and sneakers. But, nevertheless, it was evident that none of the room slid. A feeling as if Else went away for a moment and forgot to close the window.

On the ground floor Dipper asked Stan:

«Uncle Stan, did you see the guy from the second floor?»

«Why are you asking?» - Stan muttered, chewing his breakfast.

«He's not in the room».

«Who knows, maybe he went for a walk?»

Twins looked out the window at how massive and heavy drops fell on the primer before the house. Another zipper flashed in the sky. Then another reverberating thunder hit the ears.

«I do not think so» - Dipper said, turning back to his uncle.

***

In the New York the weather was all too restless. Else left just in time. Miss Luttens was envious a little.

Since it was extremely hard-working and able-bodied woman, then worked even during the summer holidays, which greatly pleased the bosses. Hence, a large salary. For what was to try. But, of course, there were also disadvantages. "If youre working well  it means, that you are irreplaceable," - repeated all the time director of the company "Ocrop Inc." This means that there is no chance to find a replacement for miss Luttens. She worked as deputy editor. Terribly important post. Especially when you consider that the most important online has never been in the workplace. Actually, thats becauseElse went to Gravity Falls alone. Simple lack of free time and effort.

A phone call brought a woman from the dream state. It was the editor in chief.

"Hello, Mr. Pitt", - affably said miss Luttens. Ralph Pitt was decently complete gentleman of English descent. Even unfamiliar with it the person could immediately notice a slight accent. With their subordinates, the man was, as they say, at short leg. He was always asking to call him by his name and address on your "you". But Miss Luttens neglected such requests, although tried to execute them.

"And hello to you, Lauren", - Ralph cleared his throat and continued. - Well, how is it going?

"Fairly good. Now signing the last..."

"Well, my dear, you can be free".

"But, sir, its only three oclock".

"Lauren, look out the window. What do you see?"

Mr. Pitt was right. For the whole day the weather not improved for iota. If in the morning, when Miss Luttens was leaving the house, almost imperceptible wind blew and rained not so intrusive rain, now in the streets real storm raged. A couple of fallen trees, broken lamppost, water overflowing sewers. Lauren could not remember the last time she saw the weather like that. If she ever seen it…

"Okay, mr Pitt, I..."

"Lauren", - said the head of an irritated tone, - "please, call me Ralph. You know, don`t you?"

"Excuse me, mr..." - she trailed off, - "... Ralph".

"Okay", - Pitti coughed again. - "And how is it going with your “romp”? Any troubles?"

"No-no, the day before he left to the Gravity Falls. There lives a friend of mine ... In general, it does not matter".

"I'm glad for him", - his voice heard men really envious tone. - "I suppose he is now walking in the sun".

"Yeah…"

Another five minutes they were talking about such trivial things as the use of fresh air fares on buses, meteorologists forecast, and so on. Then colleagues said goodbye to each other and hung up at the same time.

Just now miss Luttens realized that over the past two days there was no a single message from Else, except: "I'm fine". Of course, that's something, but is it really so hard to call for once? She`s worrying, after all. Bad weather can cause problems with communication, as everybody knows. Surely this is what caused the lack of news from Else. On the other hand, he could use the phone when the weather was still fine. "What a careless young man!" - Lauren exclaimed, picking up a pen and starting to fill in the last column.

***

“Mabel, we must do something”, - Dipper Pines pacing nervously around the room from corner to corner. - “It's been five days. Five days! No, it must be something wrong”.

“Dipper, calm down. I'm sure that everything is fine. If he did not intend to go back, he would take his stuff, right? Uncle Stan rights. Else took a tent, backpack and went camping. He likes it, so he decided to have a rest in the forest. Is not it logical enough for your "super-duper brain"?” - and girl rapped her fist on his forehead.

Dipper did not understand how his sister and uncle could be so callous. Right there, on the street, under a rain, a lost person walks in the woods and tries to find a way out.

“Do not be silly!” - the boy snapped.

“I'm worrying too. Count up, if he really lost”, - Mabel said quietly after a brief pause. Over the last three days such dialogues have become boring. – “What if he was grabbed by manotaurs? Or the same gnomes? Or maybe he is cold so that he can`t go? Or sitting in some pit, trying to light a fire?

"Did she understand?" – thought Dipper with surprised glance.

“Listen”, - she handed, - “You're right! We should ... we should ...”  - with these words she threw herself down the stairs to the first floor. Snatching up the phone and dialed the number she needed, Mabel waited until beeps will be replaced by a human voice.

• Hello, police?

Police did not help. What a big surprise. In this weather, nobody wants to pry into the street. Especially the police. But, nevertheless, when the next day the weather cleared up, the official car parked next to the "Mystery Shack".

• Sir, you think it`s something serious? - asked the assistant Nelly, getting out of the car with a cup of coffee in his hand.

• Maybe, Nell. Everything is possible, - and Harbury pointedly shook his head.

Gravity Falls residents is not very lucky. All knew about it, but, of course, nobody said anything aloud. Of all able-bodied workers local police all calls consistently checking out a couple of gallant "not the smartest" people with epaulets. They did not work, but fooling. And it hurts too much for work. No one could fire them, because no one except to take their position. Stalemate with which every resident Gravity Falls has long been accepted.

Guardians of the law met welcome - seated at the table and served a box of donuts. Uncle Stan quietly began his story, which briefly was: the boy came to him, took a room, the next day gone and does not appear the fifth day. Policemen slowly shook his head. Twins were sitting in their room. Stan did not want to hinder those underfoot.

• Well, Mr. Pines. We all understood. You want to find a boy, isn`t it?

• Well, of course! He has to pay for simple.

• Okay, we'll do everything we can, - Nelly and Harbury up and headed for the front door.

• You're eating to look for it, right?

• No, Mr. Pines. Before that we need to fill out some documents, put the desired print ... well, you know. All this accounting red tape. Let us search for about a day or two. Now, lunch! - with these words the two policemen quickened their pace and in a few seconds in the courtyard there was the sound of the engine instigated. They left.

• Morons, - murdered Stan.