Have a random fic.

Mabel couldn't get over it. She just couldn't.

Grunkle Ford's hair was just so...FLUFFY! Like, how were Stan and Ford even related?! WHAT WAS HIS SECRET?!

She had to know.

She bounced down the stairs to the basement, unable to contain her curiosity any longer. She giggled when he called out from in front of her, leaning over a desk without looking behind him.

"Dipper, is that you?" He asked eye's still trained on whatever he was working on.

"No, silly! It's the marvelous Mabel! Obviously." She laughed and ran up to him. He turned around and looked completely taken aback when she tackled his legs in a hug. She looked up at him with large, pleading eyes.

"Grunkle Ford?! I have a very important question and I need you to answer it honestly. Okay?!"

Still looking punch drunk by the force of nature that was his great-niece, he nodded.

Mabel took a deep breath, "HOW DO YOU MAKE YOUR HAIR SO FLUFFY?!" She bellowed. If a twelve-year-old girl is capable of bellowing, that is.

Whatever Ford was expecting, it wasn't that. He cocked a brow, "What?"

She pulled him to the ground and Ford kneeled without thought, still confused as she patted his head, making poof! sounds. "How do you make it do that?!" She squealed, pleased she finally got to play with it. Hair clips Ford didn't remember her coming down with decorated his grey hair in the few seconds he was on the ground. Ford made a face between amusement and confusion. (and complete and utter embarrassment. He wasn't-why-short circuiting, this is too weird. Socializing is hard, okay?!)

She batted his hands away when he moved to protect his head and he let them fall to his side. "I don't...I don't know? It's just how my hair...is. It just is?" Ford answered with absolute confidence (haha, sarcasm.)

She frowned, "You gotta do something with it. You and Grunkle Stan are twins! You have the same hair DNA! I think. Well, when Dipper's lets his grow out it looks like mine, so yeah."

Ford frowned. That was true...why was their hair so different? In fact, why did they have so many differences? His cleft chin, Stan's body type...

"I don't know. Perhaps Stanley just needs a shower. Or I do." He chuckled when she made an eww noise. Mabel laughed with him, "yeah! I bet if we scrub Grunkle Stan's face of all that grey stuff, he'll have a butt chin like yours!"

Ford snorted, which made Mabel laugh harder. He grinned mischievously, a side of himself he hadn't seen in a long time awoken by this excitable pre-teen, "Want to test that hypothesis?" He asked, snickering.

Mabel squealed, "YES!" She stepped away from his head, deemed it a masterpiece, then led him out of the room. "LET"S DO THIS!"

Ford shook his head with a smile. A break couldn't hurt, now could it?

Lol. Idk either.