The sun had finally shown itself to the world with a full revival from the dark night. The trees swayed in perfect harmony and the birds began to chat amongst each other. It was daytime.

Though, the sunshine and summer season didn't seem to lighten Marco's mood.

Marco made it a heavy habit to check his phone every second. So far, he had mentally counted down five days since he and Star came to Gravity Falls. If Marco couldn't get a hold of his parents, then he at least wished he could text Alfonzo or Ferguson - or even Jackie. Mabel walked in on Marco while he let out a groan of aggravation. Then he asked her. "If you haven't gone home in a couple of days and haven't even called your parents, is it safe for everyone to assume that you're dead?"

His voice was sarcastic, but Mabel still responded, giving Marco a real answer. "I don't know. Probably." She said with a chartle, grabbing a bowl of Chipackers from the counter. Then, just like that, she left, leaving Marco with his worries and problems. Almost as if to be on cue, Star came in to barge into the fridge and grab an arm full of Pit Cola sodas. She, then, kicked the door shut and was about to skip out of the room if Marco hadn't caught her attention.

"Hey, Star?" He said, resting his elbow on the table and his hand, supporting his head.

"At your service." Star responded. She made herself comfy in the seat across from Marco while dropping, at least, a dozen cans of Pit Cola down on the table with a heavy clatter.

"Do you think we'll ever get back home? What if we are stuck here for the rest of our lives?"

"Marco, don't be silly." Star chuckled with an eye roll. Of course she understood the situation they were in, yet what else could they do? They tried everything they could. If they couldn't get back home, then it was Marco's parents' turn to come looking for them. "Look on the bright side for once." She went on. "We could have found ourselves lost in that creepy human-faced cat dimension."

That made both Marco and Star crack a laugh. Marco couldn't help it. Star was right. It could have been worse. Besides, living with the Pines family wasn't that bad. They had a roof over their heads and food on their plates - and not to mention other people to talk to and live among to help keep their sanity. "But, seriously," Star said, keeping her statement alive. "You need to stop worrying about that. Why don't you just relax? Here," The blonde girl slid a can full of Pit Cola to Marco from across the table. "I tried one of these and they're actually really good." With that taken care of, Star, feeling proud and accomplished, picked up the sodas again and headed to the doorway. Without knowing it, she had soothed Marco's troubled mind. "And at least have some fun while you're here. Mabel and I are going to watch the season finale of Ducktective."

"Thanks...Star." Marco's decreasing voice said as Star hummed joyfully and left the room. He took a fizzy, yet refreshing sip of the drink and thought it tasted a lot like a Shirley Temple.

The old grandfather clock rang, summoning Mabel, Stan, and Star all in their places. "Cue positions!" Mabel commanded Star and Grunkle Stan. Unfortunately, the living room was already taken. Dipper and Ford gave the two girls and old man a very surprisingly unpleasant greeting. Graph paper was stranded in every direction - every corner - everywhere. Even the television, where they were supposed to have their Ducktective marathon, had graph paper taped to it. Stan's frustration flared to discover his brainiac brother and his nerdy nephew playing Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons on the living room floor. "Really? Now?" He complained.

"Sorry, guys! We're gonna be a while!" Dipper explained.

"We're going for a world record!" Ford said, picking up the 38-sided die and rolled it with enthusiasm. When it landed on thirty-two, he celebrated. "Yes! 7,000 damage points for me!"

Dipper palmed his face, yet he laughed. The more he spent time with Ford, the more he bonded closer to him. He enjoyed spending time with him more than anyone else he had ever known. "You got me, Grunkle Ford!" He said with good sportsmanship.

Stan had seen enough. He couldn't take it anymore. It was time he put Ford and Dipper's silliness to rest. So, he trudged by Ford to tear off the graph paper that dared disturb his favorite show. "That's it!" He said with anger rising in his tone of voice.

"Stanley, don't!" Ford snatched Stan's hand before he could even touch the taped papers hanging from the television screen.

"No!" He spit back. "I deserve to watch TV when I want to and not have your brain-busting, nerdy game get in my way!" In a flash, Stan took the small, hand held bag Ford had. Inside, the infinity-sided dice squirmed around when Stan stole it.

"Grunkle Stan! Wait!" Dipper pleaded.

"Stanley, stop!" Ford warned his brother.

But, their attempts were useless. Stan threw the bag to the ground with a heart-stopping drop. The infinity-sided dice came tumbling out of the bag and made a roll. Landing next to the cover box of the game, the dice decided its roll. A blue mist of magic made the roll a reality and the creatures' forms on the cover of the box appeared to be washed off. They were no longer part of the box. Instead, they took form in the living room.

The creatures were definitely strange. One of them, who stood in front of the rest, had a long beard that fell down to his knees and many aging features such as wrinkles and white hair. His eyebrows seemed to have no limit, considering they grew to an abnormally long length. His clothes, a teal cloak and all black.

"Mortals!" He spoke with a confident, strong voice. "Kneel before me and..." He came to a brief halt to roll two pairs of dice. Then, he went on. "Snivel!"

"What the-?!" Stan commented. "Who are you?!"

"I am Probabilitor! The greatest wizard in all of mathology!"

At that word, Star made a face. "Ew."

"Hey! Don't you dare sass me, missy!" Probabilitor shot back at Star. She rolled her eyes, knowing Probabilitor had obvious self esteem issues. Frankly, Star had seen better wizards on Mewni.

Probabilitor raised his hands and waved them, mentally swiping away the off-topic conversation. "Not the point! I have come for a reason and one reason only!" His voice came with renewed strength.

"Have you come to congratulate us because we're the smartest players you've ever met?" Dipper said, matter-of-factly.

Probabilitor grinned and pointed with his staff at Dipper and Ford. "You are the smartest players I've ever met. That's why I'm going to eat your brains to gain your intelligence!"

Star attempted her best to bite her lip and not laugh out loud. To her, this wizard was really pathetic. It was funny how much he reminded her of that princess who wanted to steal her face just so Star would go to Saint O's instead of her. Star's face darkened to beat red and pursed her lips together and then fumbled, blowing out air to make a fart noise.

"What?!" Probabilitor exclaimed with fury. "You think this is funny?"

At that moment, Marco casually walked in with his soda and a blank expression on his face. "Yeah." He said. "This is pretty much what I was expecting to not expect."

"What are you waiting for?" Probabilitor shouted at his comrades - a gigantic, winged griffin, an armed arrow elfman, and a tall, mighty troll with giant fangs for teeth. "Seize them!" He ordered them.

Ford thought fast and pulled out something that resembled a futuristic gun and aimed it at Probabilitor and his allies. "Your math is no match for my gun, you idiot!" Ford demanded back. Unfortunately for him, he was wrong. Probabilitor's math ray blew a hole straight through the side of the shack. Everyone ducked and took cover. The debris of the wood and smoke filled the air, causing them to cough.

Dipper and Ford both felt a harsh tug at their shirt collars and before they knew it, they were lifted into the air by a griffin. The group of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons characters soared out of the shack from the hole they have created and left into the forest. Probabilitor's wicked, crooked laugh was all that was left behind.