Here's a prompt: Dipper and Mabel tell Shermie about the entire Stan and Ford fiasco and how he's been lied too.

“…And now the two of them finally made up and are off having adventures at sea, and probably hugging!” Mabel finished.



Shermie shook his head. A part of him couldn’t believe that Stanford had told the kids about Stanley while they were staying with him. At least the little ragamuffins had spun an imaginative yarn to cover up the tragedy…he shouldn’t be surprised. Mabel and her stories, Dipper and his conspiracy theories, those two came up with the strangest stuff together.

“I know it sounds crazy, but every word of it is true!” Dipper said. “…Except the part with the townwide breakdancing competition. Mabel added that in.”



“It could’ve been a reality, Dipper. Missed opportunities.” Mabel sighed.



“Well, it’s quite a story kids, I’ll give you that.” Shermie checked his watch. “…Say, it’s getting close to five. Didn’t you want me to remind you when five came around?”



“Ohmygosh, you’re right!” Mabel hopped off the chair and hurried to her backpack. “We almost missed it!”



“Missed what?” Shermie raised an eyebrow. “Is there a television show you want to watch, or something?”



“We told Stan and Ford that we’d Skype them today!” Dipper smiled as Mabel set up the laptop. “See, this way we can prove we’re telling the truth, and you’ll finally get to see Great Uncle Ford again!”



The skype window beeped, and Stanford’s face filled the screen. Shermie smirked a little at his older brother’s frustration as he squinted at the camera.



“This thing on? Can you hear me?”



“We hear you, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel waved enthusiastically. “Can you hear us?! We’re right here!”



“I hear you, but I can’t see…hang on.” He stepped back a few paces and turned to the man next to him. A man identical to him in nearly every way, save for the subtle cleft in his chin, and the extra finger on each hand.



Dipper and Mabel heard a thud behind them and turned.

—

When the video feed finally came on in the Stan-O-War, Dipper was leaning into the computer screen, looking nervous.

“Uh…Grunkle Stan? Grunkle Ford?” he asked. “…What do you do when you think someone’s having a heart attack?”

