![]() It’s perfect, so perfect it almost makes Stanley want to just pack up and head for Gravity Falls. Pacifica and Mason get plenty of alone time during the day while the others hike, play games, and generally goof off. In the depths of the forest, the Pines find and quiet after a cacophonous week of battling vampires, freeing the vengeful spirits of sacrificed children, hiding from evil government agents, heisting a casino, and finally taking on a wendigo. The next few days are relatively peaceful. Though it’s more of a hobby than it is work. We suspect it likely died from wounds sustained in the fight. If there was a wendigo here, it’s long gone now. “Did you find anything?” Stanford asks the agent. Which is definitely saying something, considering the hobbies our family has.’ ‘He’s always been a bit of a conspiracy nut. One of them gives Fiddleford a wave, which causes him to slink further into his chopper seat. That supernatural detective agency that may have ties to the government. Mason gives a casual wave as he slinks back into Ol’ Bessie. He also brought first aid for everyone else, ensuring they’re in top shape to continue their journey. He flew in his private helicopter with his best cybernetic operators when he heard about Stanford’s wound. At the very least, Stanley knows Fiddleford still cares about them. After his team finishes fixing Stanford’s wendigo wound, Fiddleford waves goodbye. Honestly!” Fiddleford pulls himself together just long enough to avoid suspicion of his sanity. “Honestly, you can tell us,” Stanford pleads. Fiddleford just shrugs and laughs it off. Stanley’s brother could be thick about human interaction, but even he’s capable of catching on. “I’m toots McGoots! That’s a thing I just invented just now! It means I’m awesome! Not terrified at all! Ha!” His behavior has alerted Stanford now. His eyes blink separately before he grins with a smile that spreads ear to ear. “Yeah, I need to head back to the McGucket mansion soon! Done get me a hootenanny on!” That man’s fingers are not your lunch!” While McGucket pries his raccoon wife off of Stanford, he just laughs it off. A few hours and you’ll be back on the road, I reckon.” He does a happy loony dance before noticing his raccoon wife trying to nibble on Stanford’s fingers. “So, my boys will have any shrapnel out of your body in no time. But there’s something on McGucket’s mind, something not very good. He’s laughing and getting along with everyone while his personal team fixes Stanford’s arm and provides medical attention. So when he’s barely paying attention to a conversation between Stanford and McGucket, even he can tell that McGucket is on edge. If Soos ever told him, Stanley probably wasn’t even paying attention. For instance, when his sort of adoptive son can turn into a big monkey once a year every new moon? Totally flies over his head. It’s a bad habit he’s been fighting all his life. Stanley doesn’t always pay attention to the people he loves. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |