The Embrace of Weirdness

Summary: When Stan and Ford were sent to stay with their Grunkle Dipper they never thought they would end dealing with crazy wizards, zombies, lake monsters, and demons! And that's just the tip of the iceburg.

Special Thanks:

DiamondLuna2: Me too! I like Dipper being the Grunkle more though, hence the reason I did this.

Extreme Light 9: I'm glad you enjoyed it! Yeah, I noticed I'm kinda mean to Stan in my stories.

Aqua Burst 07: She'll appear eventually, don't worry. I do my best with kid characters so I'm glad it pays off. It's especially weird with Stan and Ford since we've seen so little of their relationship, especially as kids.

Anyway, I'm glad you're enjoying so far.

(Chapter 3: Family Time)

Stanley and Stanford stared dumbfounded at the scene before them.

"Ta-da! It's fishing season!" Dipper announced, wearing a fishing gear so ridiculous Stanley was willing to bet that even clowns would avoid wearing it.

"Fishing?" Ford repeated as he and Stanley shared a look.

This morning two very tired (and in Stanley's case, sore) twins were awakened by their tall, skinny Grunkle. Not being used to early mornings during the summer they weren't happy about the interruption to go down to the lake, especially for this reason.

"Are you serious?" Stan asked.

"C'mon! You guys are gonna love it!" Dipper urged. "Look, everyone's out here!" It appeared that way, but then there wasn't exactly that many people in town.

"See? This place is perfect for some good old fashion quality family bonding!" Stanley frowned.

"And snoozing." he didn't find the idea of fishing fun at all. It was just sitting in a boat hoping a fish tired of life and got suicidal. Just thinking about it bored him. Ford was right there with him.

"Why do you want to do this all the sudden?" he asked. "You never showed any interest in fishing before."

"Aw, come on! Look, I know I've been busy with the shack and all, so fishing's a good way to catch up. It's a nice, safe way to spend some family time together." Dipper said, looking nervous. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you sad sacks up." Suddenly Dipper slapped hats on both Stanley and Stanford. "Pow! Pine boys fishing hats! That-that's hand stitching, you know." It looked like it. And Ford defiantly knew it was Dipper's stitching because the "F" on his hat peeled off. Dipper was never good with crafts, which lead the twins to wonder how he managed the attractions in the shack.

"It's just gonna be you, me, and those goofy hats on a boat for ten hours!"

"Ten hours?"

"I even brought a joke book to pass the time!" He held up a joke book that made both boys cringe.

"No! NO!" Stanley cried. Ford leaned over.

"There has to be a way out of this." he whispered urgently.

"I know! I'll fake a stroke and then you-" As some otherworldly force had heard them, a cry echoed over the lake.

"I SEEN IT! I SEEN IT AGAIN!" The twins turned and saw a small boy running from the dock, crashing into and overturning various things. "The Gravity Falls Gobblewonker! Come quick before it gets away!" Stanley leaned over to Ford.

"What's this nerd talking about?" Ford shrugged. Suddenly the boy grabbed Stan by his shirt and pulled him close. Stan was not happy about this as it pulled the fabric against his bandaged back thus putting pressure on it. The boy however was oblivious to his discomfort.

"I'm talking about the monster that plagues the lake!" he yelled. He was pulled away by a taller man who gripped the back of his brown overalls as he held him in the air.

"Fiddleford! Now what did I tell you about scaring my customers?" he scowled. The boy gulped.

"But, but dad! I got proof this time, by gummity!" he said. The boy then led everyone to the dock where they found a destroyed old boat.

"SEE?! It's the Gobble-dy-wonker what done did it!" the boy said, speaking in a thick hill billy accent. "It had a long neck like a gee-raffe! And wrinkly skin like...like this gentleman right here!" He pointed to Grunkle Dipper.

"Uh, ow!" Dipper said, annoyed. The boy, Fiddleford, ignored him.

"It chawed my boat up to smitheroons, and shim-shammed over to Scuttlebutt Island!" he tugged on his father's pants. "YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!" There was silence that broken by Sheriff Blubs on his megaphone.

"Attention all units! We got ourselves another loony to add to the town!" Robbie joined in the jeer.

"What a dork!" Everyone but the Pines and the ranger pointed and laugh at the child. Fiddleford flushed in embarrassment and glanced up at his father who shook his head in shame. Fiddleford clenched his eyes shut and ran off.

There was an awkward silence among the Pines boys before Dipper broke it.

"Well, that happened," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh, you know, you boys are right; fishing is lame! Er, how about we head on back to the shack and play piggy back with Waddles?" Ford frowned at him.

"Aren't you curious about the monster, Dipper?" he asked. Dipper laughed nervously.

"Ha! Monsters. I'm sure the kid was just exaggerating, Ford," he said. "I promise, there are no monsters in the lake. Especiallynotgiantislandshapedonesthateatpeople." He said this last part so quickly the twins missed it.

"Uh, what?"

"Nothing! Uh, come on! Let's um, go do some nice, safe grilling with Wacky Wendy!" As if on cue, Wacky Wendy flipped a burger that landed on her face, sizzling. Wacky Wendy was the town coot and had a disheveled appearance and a smell that stated she and soap were mortal enemies.

"Ha! That hurts!" she proclaimed happily. Then she threw off her flannel shirt. "Welp. Time to wrestle up some grub to appease the dead cow lords!" With that she jumped in the lake where she started tackling and strangling fish. Stanford pulled Stanley aside.

"Stan! You hear that?" he whispered.

"What? Grilling with Wacky Wendy?" Stanley asked.

"No, I mean about the monster! Look at this;" Ford shoved a paper in his hands.

"Human-sized hamster balls?" Stan blinked. "Sweet! Think of all the mayhem!" Ford shook his head.

"No, no! This." he pointed to a monster photo contest ad. "We see weirder stuff than that every day!" Stanley looked at it.

"I dunno, Ford... I mean remember the thing last week." Ford winced. It had been a week since the two were almost killed by the Shape shifter. Stan's back was still healing and was a constant reminder of how they were almost killed.

"Yeah, but come on!" Ford urged. "If we can get a picture of one of those creatures we'll be famous and admired by everyone!" Stanley still wasn't too eager to get involved with any weird stuff. Then he read the article.

"Whoa! There's a cash prize!" he said happily, catching on. "If we can snag a photo of that monster thing, we can split the prize fifty-fifty." He grabbed Ford.

"Imagine what we could do with five. Hundred. Dollars!" he beamed.

Stanley imagined himself in the theme song of Ducktales, living on the highlights like Uncle Scrooge, even diving into a vault of money.

Ford imagined himself getting an interview on TV as Indiana Jones and being rewarded for his great discovery.

They both ran over to Dipper who was getting the blue Prius car started up.

"Dipper! Change of plans: we're taking a boat to Scuttlebutt Island, and we're gonna find the Gobblewonker!" Ford proclaimed. Then both he and Stanley cheered,

"Monster hunt! Monster hunt!" Another voice joined in the chant.

"Monster Hunt!" The twins stop chanting and stared at the boy who had announced the monster attack. The boy's voice faded down as his face turned red in embarrassment. "Monster... Eh... I'll go." He left quickly and behind them they heard a large honking sound. The Pines glanced up and saw Aletta and her Abuelo, Soos.

"Hello, boys!" she greeted.

"Hey, dudes!" Soos said. Stanley brightened.

"Soos!" Stan got along great with Soos, who was the only person who didn't treat him like an idiot or a baby.

"Wassup, little dude!" Stanley ran up and the did a fist bump with small explosion noises. "You guys say somethin' about a monster hunt? Dude, you could totally use my boat for your hunt. It's got a steering wheel, chairs; you know, normal boat stuff."

"Uh- I dunno know about this, guys..." Dipper said nervously. Both the boys moaned.

"C'mon, Dipper! Don't be suck a stick in the mud." Stan groaned.

"It'll be fun! And it's a great way to do some family bonding." Ford urged. "And you might get some stuff for the shop." Dipper hesitated, but eventually gave in to the puppy eyes.

"Sigh! Alright, alright. We'll go... monster hunting." Soos and the twins cheered as Aletta quietly climbed down from the boat.

"I'll go get us sunscreen." she said. "We don't want to get burned, do we?" Ford shifted and Stan made a face, lightly touching his back.

"Too late." he muttered in a low tone so no one would hear him. Further away Dipper took a deep breath.

"It's gonna be okay," he told himself as his grip tightened on his cane. "Everything is gonna be just fine." He turned to the lake and hoped he was right.

(*

Later, when they were all aboard the ship (and properly sun screened up), Stanley was standing on the stern of the boat with one foot on the guardrail. He was wearing a paper hat he made from the news paper Ford had given him earlier.

"Hoist the anchor!" Soos and Dipper did so. "Raise the flag!" Aletta did so. "We're gonna find that Gobblewonker and win the contest!"

"And we're gonna go down in history as the greatest monster hunters ever!" Ford added. He and Stanley did a high six. Then Stanley turned to the rest.

"Alright. If we wanna win this contest, we've gotta do it right!" He blanked for a moment. "And that is..." He looked to Ford who took over.

"Think. What's the number one problem with most monster hunts?" Soos raised a hand.

"Ooh! Ooh! You're a side character, then you die within the first five minutes of the movie." he went quiet. "Dude, am I a side character?! Do y'ever think about stuff like that?" Dipper sighed.

"No, no, no. Camera trouble. It's always, always camera trouble. That and posession, fog, the occasion death or government cover up..." he said, speaking like he knew from experience. "But mostly camera trouble. I'll show you; Say Bigfoot shows up. Soos, be Bigfoot will ya?" Soos struck a Bigfoot pose.

"'There he is! Bigfoot!'" he said in fake voice and he patted his life vest. "Uh-oh, no camera!" then he pulled out one. "'Oh, wait, here's one! Aw, no film!' You see? You see what I mean?" he finished in a normal voice. Everyone nodded.

"Oh, yeah. Dude's got a point." Soos said.

"Yeah, and not only that, but sometimes fog will happen, or the camera man will get scared and run away when you're about to make the biggest break in your career—THANKS A LOT FRED!" Dipper yelled to the air. He cleared his throat when he noticed everyone giving him weird looks.

"Ahem! Yes, well. You get the point. That's why I bought seventeen disposable cameras! Two on my ankle, three in my jacket, three for each of you, four extras in this bag, and one... under my hat!" he lifted his top hat which Ford expected a rabbit to hop out of. "All in all we should be set."

"Wow, Dipper you thought of everything," Ford praised. Dipper brightened.

"Well, I am an experienced Ghost hunter you know," he said. "Monsters aren't that different. Except they can eat you." Dipper made a face at this.

"Aw, dude!" Soos took a picture of himself and the flash startled him, making him toss the camera overboard.

"You see?" Dipper said. "This is exactly why you always need backup cameras. We still have sixteen!" Suddenly a seagull swooped down at Stanley, attracted to his hat for some reason.

"Hey!" Stanley angrily threw a camera at it.

"Fifteen!" Dipper said with the special exasperation he had just for Stanley. Ford frowned.

"Okay guys, let's try not to lose our cameras!" he called to everyone.

"Wait, lose the cameras?" Soos 'repeated.'

"DON'T!"

"Dude, I just threw two away." Ford put a hand to his forehead.

"Well, we still have thirteen camera-" as he said this he accidentally crushed one with his foot. "Twelve. We have twelve cameras." Aletta bent down with a hand broom and dust pan and swept up the mess with her usual hum.

"Right!" Stanley declared. "Ford, you're lookout with Dipper! Soos can work the steering wheel. Aletta, make he doesn't crash us into anything."

"What'll you do?"

"I'll be captain." Ford frowned.

"What? Why do you get to be captain?"

"Because I got the hat!"

"It's a hat you made from a news paper!" Ford exclaimed. "Which I gave you by the way!"

"So! It's still a captain's hat!"

"That doesn't mean you get to be in charge!" The two started fighting until Dipper separated them with his cane.

"Guys!" he scowled, lightly tapping Stanley on the head. "You two can be co-captains." Both the boys moaned.

"Co-captains?"

"That's not a real thing." Aletta stepped forward, smoothing her pink summer dress.

"Excuse me," she said politely. "But how are we going to lure the monster out?" Ford jumped up.

"With this!" he pulled a tarp and revealed a barrel of fish food. Soos raised a hand.

"Permission to taste some?" he asked.

"Granted." said Ford.

"Co-granted." Stanley added. "After I have a taste!" Stanley ran over and licked the fish food. His face scrunched up.

"Eww!" he moaned as Ford chuckled. Soos was about to lick the food, but before he could Aletta took it from his hand.

"Sorry, Abuelo." she said sweetly. "But you have to remember your diet." Soos' shoulders drooped in disappointment.

"Aww..."

The team made their way towards Scuttlebutt Island. The whole island was surrounded by a thick fog that gave it a spooky feeling that made Ford feel like he was in one of his mystery books. Aletta was steering the boat while shoveling out fish food while Soos was napping in the back. He offered to steer, but Aletta didn't want him exerting himself.

The twins were up front with their Grunkle, looking out for anything they might crash into.

"Welcome to Scuttlebutt island," Stanley said in deep voice as he played ventriloquist with a pelican. "Where your souls will lay forever in an endless torment as your bodies join Davy Jones' locker. Ha, ha, ha!" Ford chuckled, but Dipper rolled his eyes.

"Stan, leave that thing alone before it bites you." he told him. "And get down from there before you fall overboard." Stanley was standing on the railings of the boat, dangerously close to the edge.

"Aw, lighten up!" Stan said in the same deep voice as he continued to play with the bird. Suddenly the boat hit land and Stanley fell overboard.

"Whoa!" The pelican flew away as he fell. Fortunately he fell forward so his back was safe. "I'm okay!" he called up to the others. Dipper let out a sigh. The Pines all climbed overboard while Aletta stayed behind with her Abuelo, stating the trek might be a bit too much excitement for him (to which he let out a disappointed, "Aww!").

So it was just the Pines who ventured into the foggy woods. The twins took up lead while Dipper covered the rear as his bad knee refused to let him go faster. The twins didn't know the details, but Stan had apparently shattered his knee in his youth and as a result had to use a cane. Stanley thought he just played for the insurance money because he had seen Dipper walk without the cane and run when he had to. Ford tried to defend his grunkle, stating a bunch of medical stuff that Stan couldn't understand if he tried.

They soon came to a large sign nailed to a tree that read, "Scuttlebutt Island." The twins stoped in front of it.

"Hey, sixer, check it out." He covered the "Scuttle" part of the sign. "Butt Island." Ford laughed and gave him a playful shove.

"You're so immature, Stan!" he laughed.

"Alright you two, let's keep moving," Dipper said, holding the flashlight up. Stanley scoffed.

"What's wrong with you? Are you scared?" Dipper rolled his eyes.

"Stanley, please! I'm a professional ghost hunter, remember? I don't get scared." He cut off a growling noise echoed in the distance. Stanley and Ford shuffled closer to Dipper as old man held the light higher.

"Okay, time to go back." Dipper said quickly.

"What?!" Ford exclaimed. "Just like that?! We're not even going to investigate?!"

"Ford, that was probably a bear. And trust me, bears are really, really bad news," Dipper told him. "No, seriously! I know. I've dealt with them. A LOT." Then he started muttering, "More than the park ranger. And trust me they were no Yogi! Although I did get Boo-boos..."

"But it could have been the monster!" Ford interrupted. "Dipper, just imagine what would happen if we got that picture!"

"Yeah!" Stan agreed. "We came all the way here and we're not turning back now." With that he and Ford ran forward.

"Guys! Wait!" Dipper called. Then he let out a long sigh. "Honestly... why do those two have to be so..." His eyes sadden on his old face as he clutched at the gold pine tree broach around his neck. "...like us." Dipper's eyes cast to the side for another moment before he followed the twins.

They walked for great length, but found nothing. The twins were starting to get discouraged. Seeing this, Dipper stepped up to them and placed a hand on their shoulders.

"Hey, don't look so down," he said to them. "Not every lead is gonna to lead to something, especially in this kind of stuff." Ford sighed.

"I guess that kid was a little crazy." he muttered. Just then the growling noise from earlier echoed out, chasing a flock of birds flies overhead. Stan grabbed Ford's jacket and shook him.

"Ford! Ford, did you hear that?" Grinning like crazy they charged forward.

"Boys! Boys, wait!" Dipper cried after them. The ignored him however and continued running.

"Stan! You got the camera ready?" Ford yelled to his brother. Stanley winked as he pulled a camera from his vest.

"Got it, bro!" He squinted ahead and spotted the lake monster silhouette. "I see it!"

The twin ran towards it, screaming as they rapidly took snapped photos until Stanley tripped and tumbled down the ground and to the edge.

"Ow, ow, OW!"

"Stanley!" Stanley bit back a whimper. His back was really bothering him now he had tumbled and stretched it. Wincing he looked up and discovered the silhouette was the remains of a wrecked boat with beavers living on it.

"Are you kidding me?!" Stanley exclaimed angrily.

"But what about that sound?" Ford said as he carefully helped Stanley sit up. They heard the sound again. The boys turned their heads and saw a beaver chewing on, and sometimes activating, a rusty old chainsaw.

"Okay, as cool as that it is it isn't going to win us five hundred dollars." Stan said flatly. The boys let out disappointed sighs. Stanford walked to a rock and sat on it.

"Well, there's goes our fame," he muttered. Suddenly the rock he was on shook. "Uh, Stan? Dipper? Do you feel something?" The rock suddenly sank under the water, pulling Ford with. He re-emerged though and swam to shore where Dipper pulled him out with his cane.

"Guys! Look!" Stanley exclaimed. Through the fog they spotted the Gobblewonker's silhouette swimming away.

"That's it! The Gobblewonker!" Ford exclaimed happily as he started taking taking pictures. "This is our chance!" He turned but saw the other two backing away slowly. "What's wrong with you guys?" he asked, not noticing the Gobblewonker swimming back towards the island and rise.

"Sixer..."

"Ford..."

"What's wrong with you guys? This is our big break! Just point and click! Like this!" he turned and realized why the others were acting the way they were. The beast let out a mighty roar causing Ford to drop his camera.

"Run!" Dipper yelled.

The Gobblewonker lunged and pushed a tree over. It fell towards Stan, but Dipper dove forward and both roll out of the way. The three continue to run and dodge falling trees, even Dipper whose bad knee should have prevented him from doing all this.

"Get back to the boat! HURRY!" The Gobblewonker snaps at Ford, who Dipper scooped up in his arms. Stanley started running backwards to snap a picture, but tripped over a root, dropping the camera.

"Ahh! My money vault!" He started to run back for it, but Dipper grabbed him as well.

"Not worth your life, Stan!" he yelled.

They made it back to the ship, where Aletta was tidying up the boat while Soos slept. Her eyes widen when she saw the beast.

"Oh dear!" Dipper tossed the twins in the boat before he pushing the boat back into the water. Then he jumped in himself.

"Go, go, GO!" he yelled. Pain filled his voice as his knee rebelled violently against him for the abuse it suffered despite being weak. Aletta jumped behind the wheel and steered the boat back into the water. Soos was startled awake by a sudden turn.

"Huh? What? WHOA." Stan ran to the edge.

"All right! This is it!" he tried to take a picture, but- "Cracked lens?! Are you serious?!"

"Don't worry, bro! I go this!" Ford took a picture, but suddenly a seagull swept down and pulled it out of his hand. "HEY!" Stanley turned.

"Soos!" Soos however was throwing cameras at the monster, as if that would make it go away. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Soos seemed to realize the error of his ways.

"Oops! Sorry dudes! I still got one left! Don't worry, dude!" He tossed it towards the boys, but missed and it hit the wall where it broke.

"Oh dear." Aletta let go of the steering wheel and grabbed her broom and dust pan. As a result of her letting go of the wheel, the boat started to swerve in a circle.

"AHH! Aletta! Clean LATER!" Dipper lunged forward and tried to gain control as the Gobblewonker dived into the water and began to chase the gang all around the lake.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Dipper chanted. While trying to get control they came upon the beaver dam they saw earlier.

"DIPPER! BEAVERS!" Ford yelled.

Dipper was unable to dodge it in time and as a result the boat crashed into the old, broken boat. Beavers flew everywhere, landing on the boat and the crew, biting both. Stan barely dodged as the beaver with the chainsaw fell. Everyone screamed loudly as the beavers attacked. They were biting Aletta's hair, Ford's arm, Soos' cap, and one lunged at Dipper's face. This caused the old man to stumble away from the wheel. Ford, who was the closest, took control and steered away from the Gobblewonker as to continued it's pursuit under water. The S.S. Cool Dude droves through the area where everyone was fishing, except for Whacky Wendy who had a large fish in a headlock.

"Hrr! Hrr! No longer will you continue your tirade of the sea, you scaly demons!" she cried. Suddenly her boat was over turned by a wave from the Gobblewonker. Fish start raining down upon her. "AHH! The fishes! They seek revenge! Well, you won't get me!" she screamed as she bit into a salmon's stomach and angrily ripped out it's eggs.

Back at the S.S. Cool Dude, The Gobblewonker continued it's attack with a swipe at the boat and managed to knock the control cabin off.

"Aah! Look out!" Ford yelled. He pointed forward towards a dead end.

"WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT DO WE DO?!" Stan yelled into his ear. Ford glanced around, then let go of the wheel to whip out the diary, forcing Stan to take control. Aletta was pulling a beaver off of Dipper's face.

"Um... uh..." He flipped through the pages and finally found something. "GO INTO THE FALLS! I think there might be a cave behind there!"

"MIGHT BE?!" Stanley exclaimed.

They all screamed as the boat crashed into the waterfall. Fortunately there was a secret cave it, saving them a bloody crash. Instead they crashed on the shore sending them all into the dirt. Groaning they all stood, except for Dipper, whose knee tightened in pain. They turn around to see the Gobblewonker swim in after them. The twins screamed as they clung to Dipper, who hugged them back. They all winced, waiting for the attack which never came. They peeked and saw the beast trapped in the cave entrance.

"It's stuck!" Stanley proclaimed happily. Ford smiled widely.

"Ha ha! Yeah! Wait...It's stuck?" He tried to find a camera, but finds none. "Aw, c';mon!"

"Looking for this?" Dipper lifted his hat to reveal a hidden camera. Ford laughed as he took it and started taking picture of the beast. It snapped at him, but he jumped back in time.

"Did you get a good one?" Aletta asked kindly. She had bent down to help tend to Dipper's knee.

"THEY'RE ALL GOOD ONES!" Stan cheered. "High six!" Stanford slapped his brother's hand as they both leaped joyfully. "Money bin, here we come!"

The beast thrashed and struggled in the cave wall until it's struggles made a rock dislodge and land on it head. There was a very electric as it fell down. The twins frowned.

"Huh?"

"What the...?" Ford jumped down quickly followed by Stanley.

"Guys! Be careful!" Dipper called after them. Scowling Ford touched the beast's side and knocked on it as Stanley climbed over to the other side. There was a hollow metallic sound.

"What's wrong?" Aletta asked.

"Hmm..." Ford said. "There's somethin' weird here..."

"Hey, guys!" Stanley called as he popped up from the other side. "Check this out!" Soos and Aletta helped Dipper to the other side where the gang discovers a handle. The twin and turn it, and steam comes out. They open the trapdoor and more steam came out. They could see inside now and there they discovered-

"Fiddleford?" The kid didn't notice them just yet.

"Work the bellows and the...Eh?" he noticed them. "Aww, banjo polish!"

"Are you kidding me?!" Stanley exclaimed. "What is this? A Scooby-Doo Cartoon?!" Ford was bewildered.

"Wha- Yo- You?! You made this? W-w-why?" The kid shuffled nervously.

"Well, I...I, uh..." his shoulders dropped with a sigh. "I just wanted attention." Dipper ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't understand." he said. The boy brightened.

"Oh! Well, first I just hootenannied up a biomechanical brain wave generator, and then I learned to operate a stick-shift with ma mouth!"

"Okay, yeah. But why did you do it?" Dipper asked. Fidleford let out a long breath.

"Well, you see... I'm not very popular here. Everyone thinks I'm a freak and a nerd. All they do is make fun and laugh. And pa is always busy with his job. So I figured maybe I'd catch his fancy with a fifteen ton aquatic robut!" He sighed. "In retrospect, it seems a bit contrived. But you don't know what it's like having everyone make fun of ya, thinkin' yer some kind of weirdo, and a dad that's never impressed." Stanley and Stanford shared a look. They did know. Dipper put a sympathetic hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Fiddleford, did you ever talk to your dad about how you felt?"

"No, sir, I got to work straight on the robut!" he said. He pushed a button and a projector appeared. It the beamed blueprints for the Gobblewonker on the trapdoor. "I made lots of robuts over the last few years! Like when my ma left me and dad and I created a homicidal pterodactyl-tron, or when my pal Ernie didn't come to my birthday party and I constructed an eighty ton SHAME BOT THAT EXPLODED THE ENTIRE DOWNTOWN AREA!" As he spoke he pushed the button and the projectors showed a newspaper with a robot pterodactyl breathing fire on a town and the word "chaos," and another with a large robot terrorizing a town and the word 'disaster.' Fiddleford sighed.

"Ah, well. I guess that was a failure."

"No, it's something else." Dipper said, carefully choosing his words around the twelve year old mad man.

Ford sighed.

"Well, so much for the photo contest." he muttered. Stan scoffed.

"Meh, I'm still sending it in. How will they ever know?" he said. "Anyway, we still have one roll of film left. Whaddaya wanna do with it?" Ford thought for a minute, then grinned.

"Hey, kid," he said to Fiddleford. "Wanna hang with us?"

The gang then spent the whole afternoon surfing the lake in Fiddleford's robot making summer memories, mostly by causing chaos and panic while out running the lake police.

When the day was done, Ford let out a sigh.

"Well, that cool, but it's too bad we didn't get see the real gobblewonker."

"Is there even a Gobblewonker?" Stan asked. "Seems like a pretty stupid name for a sea monster."

Dipper gave them both a smile as he ruffled Ford's hair.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll see him next time." he said generously, not seeing the shadow disappear below them.

(End of Chapter)

Originally was going to post this later, but I really wanted to have show Dipper spending time with his boys. And hey! We got to meet Fiddle-dee! X3

Anyways, review please!