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More of a bunch of sketches huehuehuehuehue but they all relate to this part of the story so bear with me
As Wendy and Bill headed into the house-section of the shack, Dipper's stomach seemed to drop. What if they found where his journal was?! Then... Then he would have doomed everyone. Bill violently rummaged through the house, searching every corner to find it, while Wendy lazily flipped over a chair while sitting on the small table in the kitchen. "Hey Dipper are you sure Stan's okay with you doing this? Like, tearing up the house. I don't really wanna loose my job because I'm helping you find your book." Wendy called out to Bill. Bill's head shot up at Wendy mentioning Stan's name. He hadn't thought about Stan. He then chuckled so quietly that Wendy couldn't hear him and replied. "If I was worried about Stan, I would have never even thought about doing this." This was somewhat true to his whole plan. If he had been worried, he wouldn't of thought of Stan interfering; and he didn't. Wendy shot him another confused look, but shrugged and went back to looking. After about an hour and a half of searching the shack, Wendy had given up. "Dipper, I don't think your journal is in here." Wendy told Bill. Dipper let out a sigh of relief. They hadn't found the journal. Bill looked up at Dipper, annoyed and angry. "Where is it, kid?!" he muttered through clenched teeth. "You're not gonna find it, Bill! I told you before, I've hidden it! You won't ever find it!!" Dipper yelled. Bill laughed quietly, and is laughing rapidly grew louder until Wendy was staring at him, beyond confused. Wendy slowly made her way over to Bill. "Dipper......? Are you okay........?" She placed her hand on his shoulder. After this, Bill once again glanced up to Dipper and laughed. "Wanna bet, Pinetree?" Bill then pulled his shoulder away from Wendy and snapped his fingers for the 4th time. He was now in the yellow-and-black suit again, and behind Wendy. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. "WHERE'S THE DAMN JOURNAL?!" he yelled at Dipper. "N-No! You're not getting it! Never! I won't tell you!" Dipper yelled back. Wendy looked at Bill, and the look on her face made Dipper feel like someone was stabbing a knife into his heart. "Dipper?! What are you doing?! And who are you talking to!?" She choked. Bill then turned his head to face Wendy. He laughed, then threw her on the ground. He held his finger out like a pistol, and fired a blue beam right over Wendy's head, then blew on his now-smoking finger. "Tell me where the journal is, Pinetree, or next time I won't miss."

Description
More of a bunch of sketches huehuehuehuehue but they all relate to this part of the story so bear with me
As Wendy and Bill headed into the house-section of the shack, Dipper's stomach seemed to drop. What if they found where his journal was?! Then... Then he would have doomed everyone. Bill violently rummaged through the house, searching every corner to find it, while Wendy lazily flipped over a chair while sitting on the small table in the kitchen. "Hey Dipper are you sure Stan's okay with you doing this? Like, tearing up the house. I don't really wanna loose my job because I'm helping you find your book." Wendy called out to Bill. Bill's head shot up at Wendy mentioning Stan's name. He hadn't thought about Stan. He then chuckled so quietly that Wendy couldn't hear him and replied. "If I was worried about Stan, I would have never even thought about doing this." This was somewhat true to his whole plan. If he had been worried, he wouldn't of thought of Stan interfering; and he didn't. Wendy shot him another confused look, but shrugged and went back to looking. After about an hour and a half of searching the shack, Wendy had given up. "Dipper, I don't think your journal is in here." Wendy told Bill. Dipper let out a sigh of relief. They hadn't found the journal. Bill looked up at Dipper, annoyed and angry. "Where is it, kid?!" he muttered through clenched teeth. "You're not gonna find it, Bill! I told you before, I've hidden it! You won't ever find it!!" Dipper yelled. Bill laughed quietly, and is laughing rapidly grew louder until Wendy was staring at him, beyond confused. Wendy slowly made her way over to Bill. "Dipper......? Are you okay........?" She placed her hand on his shoulder. After this, Bill once again glanced up to Dipper and laughed. "Wanna bet, Pinetree?" Bill then pulled his shoulder away from Wendy and snapped his fingers for the 4th time. He was now in the yellow-and-black suit again, and behind Wendy. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. "WHERE'S THE DAMN JOURNAL?!" he yelled at Dipper. "N-No! You're not getting it! Never! I won't tell you!" Dipper yelled back. Wendy looked at Bill, and the look on her face made Dipper feel like someone was stabbing a knife into his heart. "Dipper?! What are you doing?! And who are you talking to!?" She choked. Bill then turned his head to face Wendy. He laughed, then threw her on the ground. He held his finger out like a pistol, and fired a blue beam right over Wendy's head, then blew on his now-smoking finger. "Tell me where the journal is, Pinetree, or next time I won't miss."