The two arrived a cemetery. Silence filled the air, as they gazed up at a statue, one that looked exactly like the upsidedown canvas. Bill's gaze darted to the direction it was pointing to.

"Maybe, it's pointing to the next clue," He assumed. "Shooting Star, let's see-- What are you doing?"

Mabel was beside the statue, with it's finger sticking in her nose. "Oh gross! She's picking my nose!" She laughed. "I'm such a riot."

She tried to get down, but only ended up getting her nose tugged. Mabel yelped, on the same moment when the statue's finger bent downwards. Almost immediately, the earth rumbled, then the ground split open near the statue, revealing a hidden staircase. Bill stared down at it, as debris sprinkled down the stairs.

"A secret passage!"

Mabel finally freed her nose from the statue, and shared Bill's amazement. "What we're looking for must be down there."

Bill nodded, and slowly trudged down the passage, with Mabel following him close behind. The walls around them was dirt and bricks cramped together, making their surroundings heavy with a musky stench. To say it was unpleasant, would be an understatement. Bill halted, when he stepped on a tile, that sunk into the floor. Before he could comprehend what was happening, there was a click in the wall, and a million darts flew from the wall towards him.

"Look out!" Mabel yelled, lunging onto him.

She flung them both to ground, where they laid flat on their stomachs. The darts flew overhead, before eventually subsiding. After that, the two carefully stood up.

Bill dusted himself off. "Thanks, Mabel."

Mabel only smiled in return, and the two proceeded to walk forward. A few minutes later, they entered a chamber. It was filled to the brim, with ancient documents. They both took this in slowly, before moving forward.

"Come on, one of these should tell us the truth," Bill told her, already blowing dust off a document.

Mabel was paging through one excitingly. "Woah, Benjamin Franklin really was woman! You think she'd be named Bennie?" She chuckled.

She put the parchment aside, to look through more. However, when she looked through the next document, her face lit up in horror and she gasped.

"What's wrong?" Bill asked. "Did you find it?"

Mabel shook her head quickly. "N-no! Just some stuff about Abraham Lincoln hiding a conjoined twin under his hat, nothing really special. Hehe."

Bill squinted at her suspiciously, as she hid the said document inside her blouse. He dismissed the idea of interrogating her, and kept looking. And like that, he found it.

"Aha! The Founder Cover-up," He said, holding up the document triumphantly. Then he opened it up, and began reading out loud. "Let it be recorded, that the Guardians never founded Zero Gravity Town. The true founder was a mortal called sir, Quentin Trembley, III, Esquire."

Mabel scratched her head. "Who's Quentin Trembley?"

"That's none of your business."

They spun around, when two shadowy figures stepped into the light. It was Officer Blubs and Deputy Durland.

"What do you two want with us?" Bill demanded.

"Yeah, and who's this Quentin guy?" Mabel added on.

Blubs adjusted his sunglasses calmly. "Quentin Trembley is a matter of national security."

"And what does that mean?"

"See for yourself," Blubs said, before taking out a roll of film from his pocket. His companion then carried in a projector, and the officer fitted the film inside.

Almost immediately, a projector screen appeared on the wall, showing a countdown in black and white.

"Aw man! Black and white?" Mabel complained, but the officers hushed her.

After the countdown finished, the projector now showed an office with a man facing the camera. "If you're watching this, then you are one of eight people in the United States with clearance to view this information. In fact, I myself will be shot as soon as the filming is complete." He looked off screen. "Wait? No? Oh, that's a relief!" He looked back at the camera. "Anyway, of all of America's secrets, Quentin Trembley was the most embarrassing. The eighth and a half president of the United States."

"Eighth and a half?" Bill questioned.

The video carried on. "After winning the election in a landside that killed the other candidates, Quentin Trembley quickly gained the reputation as America's silliest president. He waged war on pancakes, appointed six babies to the supreme court, and issued the de-pants-ipation proclamation. His state of the union speech was even worse"

"The only thing we have to fear, is man-eating spiders."

"We may be agreeing on something, Mr President," Mabel murmured.

"He was kicked out of office, and escaped to an uncharted valley he named Zero Gravity Town, after plummeting into it at high speed. Trembley's shameful term was erased from history, and officially replaced by William Henry as president, and mysterious figures known as the Guardians as founders of Zero Gravity Town. The whereabouts of Trembley's body is unknown." The projector turned off.

"Until now," Officer Blubs said, looking behind them.

They turned, and stared in disbelief. They were now looking at Quentin Trembley, who was encased in an amber coloured rectangle.

"How did we not notice that earlier?" Bill noted, and Mabel only shrugged.

The female brunette regarded the rectangle in confusion. "What is that even?"

"The fool thought he could live forever by encasing himself in a block of peanut brittle," Blubs explained. "And finding Trembley's body was our special mission. And now, thanks to you, it's complete."

"And all we had to do is follow someone's candy wrappers," Durland chuckled, holding up one of Mabel's wrappers.

Bill shot Mabel a look, and she shrank back. "Oops...sorry."

Officer Blubs stepped forward threateningly. "Now that you know the truth, we can't have you two talking about it."

The blond glared. "What now, are you gonna kill us?"

"Oh no!" Durland gasped.

"Calm down, darling," Blubs told him, then turned to Bill. "No, we're just going to escort you and this stuff to Washington. You ain't coming back, though."

Mabel and Bill stared at each other.

❇❇❇

Much later, the two were kidnapped and forced onto a train. They now resided in the very back cart, stuck in a crate along with Quentin Trembley. Bill tried to charge his way out, but failed numerous times. Meanwhile, Mabel had given up, and sat in the center with her head bowed.

"This is all my fault," She sighed. "I can't believe I left a trail of candy wrappers! And I just wanted to prove I care about this town. I'm such an idiot..."

Bill stopped at what he was doing, and frowned at the miserable state Mabel was in. He hesitated, before walking over and taking a seat beside her.

"Mabel, you never had to prove anything."

"What are you talking about?" She asked him.

"You are so filled with love to the point where I find it sickening, and mind you, that's a compliment on my part," Bill told her. "And unlike Pacifica, you show time and time again, why you care about this town. For example: cleaning up the beach, helping old ladies cross the street, saving that diner from that army of raccoons."

"Those garbage munchers wouldn't go down without a fight," Mabel muttered.

"The point is, you do care, Shooting Star. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

The brunette smiled at him warmly, then stood up. "You're right, and it's time I tell Pacifica that," She decided. "Before we come up with a escape plan, I need a little snack first."

She reached for the peanut brittle rectangle, and tore a piece of it off. As result, large cracks formed across it, before the whole thing crumbled altogether. The body of Quentin Trembley stared blankly, before blinking with an alarmed expression.

"It is I, Quentin Trembley!" He announced, before tearing off his pants.

"Oh god, it's alive," Bill groaned.

"Peanut brittle does have life sustaining abilities!" Mabel gasped. "Trembley, you're a genius!"

"And so are you, young lady, for freeing me from my delicious tomb," He smiled, then looked around. "By Jefferson, we seem to be trapped in some crate-like box!"

"It's a crate, Mr President," Mabel said.

Trembley then pulled out a bronze key. "Good thing I have the President's Key, that can open any lock in America!" He turned confidently, and repeatedly slammed it against the side of the crate.

"Yeah, when we run out of peanut brittle, we should definitely eat him next," Bill murmured to Mabel.

"Washington's washing machine! It's wood, my old enemy," Trembley said. "To get out of here, we need to think up the silliest plan possible."

"I can help!" Mabel exclaimed.

"We're never getting out of here," Bill muttered to himself.

Mabel ignored him, and looked around. Her eyes then caught a tiny hole in the bottom corner. "How about that hole?"

"We shall leap through it!" Trembley declared.

Then, the two lunged at it, trying to squeeze their fingers through.

Bill rolled his eyes. "Are you serious--"

"No, I'm silly!" Mabel remarked.

Then, there was a fluttering sound from the outside, then a tapping noise.

"Is that a woodpecker?" Bill questioned.

"Could it be my ex wife? Sandy?" Trembley breathed. "I missed you, my sweet!"

Then, the whole box fell apart, revealing the cart.

"We didn't fit through the hole, let's rebuild the box and start again," Trembley said.

"Or, we can go!" Bill shouted, before heading to the exit with Mabel in tow.

"That works also," He admitted, following them.

They opened the door, but on the other side, was Deputy Durland holding a bucket of ice. As soon as he saw them, the officer dropped the bucket at his feet.

"Blubs!" He called, and immediately his companion rushed to his side.

Bill looked around rapidly, and saw an emergency hatch by the roof. He beckoned Trembley and Mabel to follow him, and they climbed the ladder, before swinging the hatch open. Once they arrived on the top of the train, they did their best to hang on while the wind pushed furiously at them. They stepped forward, on the same time when the officers appeared behind them.

"End of the line, kids!" Blubs yelled.

"Come on, do you really want to lock us up in a government facility somewhere?" Bill snapped.

"I have no choice! Our orders are from the very top!"

A thought dawned on Bill, then he turned to Trembley. "Hey weirdo, did you ever sign an official resignation?"

"No sir, I ate a salamander and jumped out a window."

"What the...Nevermind. Technically, you are still legally the President of the United States," Bill pointed out, then turned towards the officers. "You answer to this guy now."

"And as President of these several United States," Quentin started. "I hereby order you to forget any of this ever happened, and to go on a delightful vacation or whatever."

"Vacation?" Blubs perked up, then turned excitingly towards Durland. "What place have you always wanted to visit?"

"Silly Water Fun Slides, in Grand Lakes, Michigan!" They cheered together.

"Phew, that was a close one, Bill," Mabel told him.

"Yeah...now, can we get off this train before we get ourselves killed?" Bill pointed out.

"Good idea."