"Woo!" Mabel Pines cheered, pumping her fists into the air and standing up on her seat. "We're back!" Her pet pig Waddles, who was lying curled up next to her, oinked happily.

"Sit down, Mabel," her twin brother, Dipper, told her tiredly as the bus driver shot them an irritated look. "You can get up and be hyperactive in a few minutes. The Mystery Shack's not that far away." Mabel sighed, and plopped back down in her seat.

"Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford are gonna be here, right?" Mabel asked for possibly the hundredth time.

"I've already told you they are," Dipper responded, not looking up from his book. "They did their monster hunting thing and now they're back. Soos made Grunkle Stan take his old job back. I think Soos likes being a handyman than a tour guide."

"So it'll be like nothing has changed," Mabel exclaimed happily. "You know, except for the fact that we're older."

"And there's no journal."

"And Grunkle Stan doesn't have a rivalry with the Gleefuls anymore."

"And there's no Bill to worry about anymore…"

Mabel eyed Dipper with concern. "You're not still constantly thinking about Bill, are you?" she asked. "He's gone now. He can't hurt us anymore." He looked away. Not physically… Dipper thought, but he knew better than to say it out loud. Whenever he confessed to having nightmares in front of Mabel, she wouldn't stop worrying about him until the next day when he pretended to be fine. He hadn't talked to her about it in several months. Thankfully they had their own rooms back in Piedmont so it didn't matter that much. But here…

"Hey Dipper we're here we're here we're here!" Mabel shouted in delight, pointing out the window. They had arrived at the bus stop and it looked like the whole town had come out to greet them. There was Lazy Susan, Manly Dan and even Toby Determined.

"HI EVERYONE!" Mabel shouted, standing on the tips of her toes so that her head was sticking out of the window. She waved at everyone eagerly and they all cheered.

"You know, Mabel, that would be a lot easier outside," Dipper pointed out. "Get your stuff and get Waddles. We can say hi out there." Mabel turned around to reply, but Dipper was already at the front of the bus thanking the driver, his backpack strapped securely on his back. Mabel grabbed her stuff and pulled Waddles into her arm, then ran to the front and went by Dipper to get outside.

"MABEL!" two familiar girls screamed, pulling the brunette into a hug. Mabel squealed happily and hugged them back. Grenda and Candy, the two girls Mabel had befriended last summer. They met at a party when Mabel went up against-

"Hey! Pacifica!" Mabel called to the blonde standing a few feet away. Pacifica smiled and nodded her greeting, a sign that the two were on good terms.

"What, your great uncles don't get a dramatic reunion hug either?" a voice asked from behind. Grenda and Candy finally let their friend go and Mabel turned around, coming face to face with her two favourite men - after Dipper, of course - in the whole world.

"GRUNKLE STAN!" Mabel yelled, jumping into Stanley Pines' open arms. "GRUNKLE FORD!" she cried when Ford joined their hug.

"Where's the other one anyway?" Stan asked with a laugh, looking around. Dipper was standing next to them a little shyly. Stan gave out a bark of laughter and pulled his great nephew into their double Pines twins hug.

"Grunkle Stan," Dipper chuckled, pushing the man away playfully. "Hi, Great Uncle Ford," he greeted Stanford, sending him a smile. Ford returned it.

"I have a good feeling about this summer," Mabel told them happily.

"Mabel, you said that last summer," Dipper pointed out.

"And last summer was great!"

The four Pines' sat at the table in the kitchen, catching up on each others lives as they ate breakfast-for-dinner.

"And that's how we defeated the real Gobblewonker!" Stan said triumphantly. At this point, he was standing up with one fist raised.

"You can sit down now, Stanley," Ford told his brother. He then directed his attention to the twins. "So what have you two done this past year?"

"I got an actual boyfriend!" Mabel informed them. "He's really nice and not puppet-crazy." Dipper shivered involuntarily at the last part.

"Dipper?" Ford asked. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm?" Dipper responded, staring off into space. He shook his head and looked back up. "Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?" Ford questioned. Dipper nodded.

"You won't believe it, Grunkle Ford!" Mabel shouted, standing up on her chair. "We've only been in high school for one year and Dipper's already taking senior classes!"

"Really?" Ford asked her, impressed.

"Of course he is," Stan smirked. "The little runt's related to you, Poindexter. He's gotta have some smarts tucked up into that brain of his."

"He sure does," Mabel insisted, getting overly excited. "He's on the honor roll."
"Wow," Ford remarked, looking at his great nephew. "Good job, Dipper."

"Thanks," Dipper responded, smiling a little bit. When Dipper didn't elaborate on his school work - like Ford expected - Mabel went on to inform the two men about her being in the drama club. Stan was fully engrossed in the conversation but Ford was only half paying attention. He watched as Dipper picked at his food like he really didn't want to eat, an action that the old scientist was all too familiar with.

"Why don't you two run on up to the attic and get set up?" Ford suggested, bringing the conversation to a halt. "I'm sure its been a pretty long day for you two and it's starting to get late."

"Yeah," Mabel agreed. "Last one up is a rotten egg!" she called as she was already going up the stairs. Dipper rolled his eyes and walked, not bothered to try and catch up.