The twins were looking around the place. Nothing yet.

"Maybe we should go back to Grunkle Stan... We didn't actually tell him---"

"MABEL! Is that you... Or some whack-a-doodle-boring-person that possessed you? We're finding ghosts. GHOSTS!"

She rubbed her shoulder, while saying, "I know..."

"AND YOU LOVE GHOSTS! Don't you?"

"I love them... But I feel guilty for leaving Grunkle Stan clueless," she looked down at the dark floor.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH," some faint voice was heard.

Mabel slightly jumped. She said super fast, "What was that?"

"I don't hear anything," he scratched his ear.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH," another faint voice called.

Dipper snapped his fingers, "Oh! Now I hear it! Is it the ghost?"

They looked around the place, the mist getting more and more obvious the more they move forward.

He was laughing, and was able to sputter out, "Ooooooh! Let's follow the blue fart!"

His sister didn't have a choice in this. She had to follow him, just so they won't get lost in this big... Maze, technically, but she already had an idea: The 'blue fart' could be the ghost's fart? Maybe? Wait, no. It could be the actual body's leftover aura... Yeah, that makes more sense.

After a few 20-maybe-30 minutes of walking, they found themselves roaming to...

In front of the... Gobblewonker...?

She started speaking fast, "What? I don't understand. How? I thought the ghosts would be here---"

"What if it's a trap?!"

Uh-oh. Ms. Panicky is panicking. Well, anyone would, if you got stuck in a dark place that's huge, and 'ghosts' are seemingly present, while you're only with your not-a-genius twin brother.

"Mabes..."

The pressure that she thinks she's supposed to be the one in charge of getting them out of there probably got to her.

"Nooooononononononono!"

Dipper tried to comfort his twin (and himself) as best as he could do. He patted her back, while saying, "Mabes... We'll find our way out of here, it's okay!"

"What if it's not, Dipper? It's been about 25 minutes, and we're still stuck here," she looked down at blackness, which was supposed to be her boots.

She said to herself, "And it's all my fault..."

"It's not! See, I helped you agree to go here, and I was the one who followed the blue fart," he tried to not laugh when he said, 'blue fart', "Well, we'll find our way out sometime."

Meanwhile...

Grunkle Stan was inside the building. "KIDS? KIDS! Oh, great, Stan. You lost more of your fa---"

SWOOSH! A swift breeze shook him. Some mist that looked like turquoise-fart was in it. The black of the darkness making it seem so epic.

He hoped that the twins were fine. He had already predicted what might've happened... Especially with Dipper involved.

"Kids? KIDS?"

He sighed. They probably got lost in this huge place.

"Get it together, Stan! It's not your fault," he spoke to himself.

Another breeze. This one was less 'epic' than the previous.

He sighed again in guilt. I didn't take care of them well... And now---

A familiar pair of voices called, "GRUNKLE STAN!"

"Kids? KIDS!"

He was in so much relief.

"Kids? Are you two alright?"

"Yes, Great Uncle Stanley," they both replied in perfect unison.

He felt weird, the past few days they've been calling him 'Grunkle Stan' and now, back to formal? It seemed... Odd for him.

"Okay, let's go back home now," he called to them.

"No, Great Uncle Stanley. Please, come, I want to show you this great attraction," Dipper disagreed.

Grunkle Stan gave in, "Fine. We just need to come back immediately."