Summer with the Pine Twins: Summer's Coming to an End

The Stanchurian Candidate: Part 4

Grunkle Stan's p.o.v.

It was election day and I felt great! I had decided to dress up today in white slacks, an eagle belt, a button-up maroon shirt with a beige jacket. As I walked through town to the dining hall to meet up with the kids, people kept commenting on how I'm either looking good or I'm the guy they're gonna vote for but the most meaningful one came from Tad Strange. "You're looking, a-ok Stanford. A-ok." "Tad, that means so much coming from you!"

Walking through the diner doors I shout "Heyo!" Catching everyone's attention as they all happily cheered for me. "Stan!" "Now just the ladies!" "Stan!" "Now just the ladies my age!" "Stan!" "oof, never mind," I spot the kids sitting at a booth, looking over a huge file and one of Mabel's notebooks. A suit and the flag puking tie wresting on the cushion behind them when I sit down. A plate of pancakes is set up in front of me by Lazy Susan as she tells me "It's on the house, Mr. Big-shot," I start digging in as Mabel asks me "Grunkle Stan what's with the outfit? You're missing your lucky tie." "Power tie gotta wear it," Dipper chimes in and I roll my eyes.

"Come on have you seen the polls? I could debate naked and I'd still win. Come to think of it..." I trail off and (y/n) tells me sternly. "No, a suit will do." "Seriously though we need to wear the suit and tie Grunkle Stan," Mabel once again tries, her brother once again agreeing with her. "Suit and tie gotta wear it." "Ugh, why do you kids constantly have to tell me what to do? Everyone in this town is finally showin' me respect, except you two, maybe you should."

I huff out, crossing my arms and Dipper says in annoyance "Grunkle Stan, we'd respect you if you took things more seriously," I slam my fist on the table before gesturing to all the pro-Stan stuff exclaiming "I am taking things seriously. If you haven't noticed everything that's come out of this golden mouth has put us on top with or without your dumb advice," This angers him more as he shouts at me "Dumb advice?!" Yeah, dumb advice!" "Dang it Stan every one of those speeches we were controlling you!" 

The girls shout at him with a no and I raise an eyebrow. "What?" He dangles the tie in front of my face, soon pulling the fabric back to reveal tech stuff covered on the other side. "This is a mind-control device invented by Ford and Grace. If it wasn't for this tie you would be losing," My draw slightly drops as the realization sinks in that once again Ford was trying to be better than me, angrily I stand up and growl "Well you can tell that know it all Ford that he can keep his fancy lightbulbs and magic ties, I'm gonna win this debate on my own!" With that, I storm off.

Dipper's p.o.v.

Stan storms out and (y/n) calls out for him to wait but it was too late. "This is bad. If we wanna beat Bud we need another candidate fast," I exclaim, Mabel, tapping her chin in thought. "What we need is a blank slate, someone totally suggestible. An empty piece of clay we can mold to our whims," That's when Soos comes out of the bathroom with a sweater stuck on him as he asks for help. "A little help dudes? I accidentally got my head stuck in my shirt sleeve, guess this is my life now," We give each other a look, and (y/n) stares at us with disbelief. "I can't believe you two, is stopping Bud all you care about? As long as Bud isn't elected it doesn't matter who is mayor but we were supposed to support Stan, show him we're not replacing him and you couldn't even do that. I'm not gonna be a part of this anymore," She walks out and I frown. It's not like we didn't care for Stan but Bud needs to be stopped.

Grunkle Stan's p.o.v.

It was time for the final debate, and to my surprise (y/n) had decided to stick by my side, at least she still loves and supports me. Before I go on stage with Bud and Tyler, (y/n) gives me a hug, wishing me good luck. With that, I'm able to walk onto stage with a smile. "Oh hello there Stanford long time no see teehee," Bud tells me in a creepy voice that he tried to make sound adorable. "Don't you teehee me, I'll debate you into the ground," I warn him. "Oh but I have a widdle trick up my sleevie-weevies." "You're making me very uncomfortable right now."