"Yeah. That's not a good thing."
"We have to come up with a good, believable story!"
"I got this, Pinetree."
"And no calling me Pinetree while they're here. Or Mabel Shooting Star. Or Stan Fez. Or Ford Sixer or IQ or whatever names you have for him."
"Why not?"
"They'll know who you are."
"Oh."
Ding Dong!
Ding Dong!
Crap.
Mabel rushed ahead of me, down the stairs and to the door to answer it.
"GRUNKLE STAN! GREAT UNCLE FORD! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" She hugged them.
I came slowly down the stairs, not wanting to trip and break something.
"Hello Great Uncle Ford. Grunkle Stan," I said.
"Dipper!" Ford said happily.
"Kids!" Stan said excitedly.
After they had hugged us....and Stan gave us noogies, a third pair of feet came down the stairs.
Bill came up behind me and slinked his hand around my torso.
"Dipper...who's this?" Ford asked.
My face must've been red.
"Hello. I'm William. Mrs. Pines has been kind enough to let me stay here and pay a small rent." Bill removed his hand from my waist and held his left out for a handshake.
Stan shook his hand first. Then Ford.
All was going smoothly...
So far.
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FanfictionDipper and Mabel left at the end of the summer for their hometown, Piedmont. The end of the summer means Back To School. When the bullies start picking on Dipper, a mysterious blonde intervenes. This mysterious blonde turns out to be the infamous...
