Being a ghost turned out to be less of a drag on the Pines twins' social lives than they'd assumed it would be.

There were plenty of kids around town who were able to see them, enough that the number of low-grade psychics that indicated might have been evidence of weirdness going on around the place.

But there was already evidence of that. The ghost twins who'd come from the other side of the country, for example. The increase in scratching at the windows, in unexplained bumps in the night.

The freaking shadowmonsters that still occasionally came for Dipper and Mabel, scaring them back to their circles of symbols in the night.

This particular afternoon, though, the sun filtered through the trees, giving the twins a sense of security. They were usually safe in the light of the sun or moon. Safe enough to go leading some of their new friends in a romp through the woods.

But not so safe that they were both thrilled by Kevin's idea of a great way to pass the afternoon - hunting the Jersey Devil.

"C'mon, now's the perfect time to go looking for it," the ginger-haired kid with the temporary purple streaks insisted. "All this weird stuff happening lately, it's like there's no way we couldn't find it. And if we don't, someone else will!"

"Or," Mabel suggested, brightly, "We could, you know, go looking for something NOT called a devil. Hah! What a notion, amirite?"

She looked to the others in agreement. Once upon a time, she'd been as unreservedly investigational as Kevin, but then she'd died. And, well, it had changed a lot.