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

The Stanchurian Candidate: Part 5

Grunkle Stan's p.o.v.

As we were waving to the crowd, what the reporter says caught my attention. "But what's this? One new candidate has entered the ring," I turn to see Soos wearing that mind-controlling tie and I look back behind the curtain to see the twins using another tie to do it while (y/n) faced palmed at them.

"Those backstabbing..." I start grumbling when the debate begins. "First question: What's your position on axes?! Wait I mean taxes?!" "Easy. Taxes are the worst, I purpose we stimulate the economy by waging wars on the neighboring cities. We. Have. The cannons," Everyone starts booing at my answer and I look down at the note cards I wrote frantically. "I don't know much about taxes but I can promise you a kitten in every pot!" Soos exclaims, the twins start soon start arguing over Soos as it looked like he was arguing with alter egos of himself. "That doesn't make sense Mabel. You don't make sense Dipper!" He starts twitching. Before Tyler could get a word in Bud speaks up in what he thinks is an adorable voice again.

"Friends, friends, can't you see what's happening on this stage? These politicians are dancing around the issues, while I can sing around them!" He rips off his clothes to reveal, sparkly red pants, a blue tank top, a white belt with a tv with a picture of the flag, yellow boots, and Gideon's psyche cape. A ukelele is thrown toward him and he starts to sing about how crime is bad and how he should be voted for while playing it. Annoyingly birdseed is thrown toward Bud as we go into intermission.

Mabel's p.o.v.

Dipper was pacing around as he told me "We're getting eaten alive back there! Since when has Bud been creepily adorable?" He asks and I tap my chin as (y/n) walked up asking "Besides bailing on Stan, what's going on?" "Bud is being creepily adorable and we don't know why. It doesn't make sense! It's almost like..." I say, soon trailing off as Gideon came to mind and we suddenly hear him as Bud walks up, Gideon's face on the screen attached to him. "Wittle ol' me. Hello there! Long time no see, except in my revenge fantasies where I see you on an hourly basis." "Gideon! I knew you were behind this, you're somehow controlling Bud!"

Dipper accuses him and he points at the tie he was wearing stating "And it seems you've been controlling Stanford. I have to hand it to ya'll. You've gotten much evilier since I last saw ya," He then snaps his fingers and Bud grabs hold of the three of us and headed to the top of the rock formation built in the deceased mayor's honor.

We're then tied up inside the statue, right next to a fireworks and dynamite display. "Behold your grand view of the debate! Once I win this election, I'll finally rule this backward town!" "You'll never get away with this you creepy little dork!" I shout at him and he chuckles. "Oh I'll be happy to spare you Mabel if you agree to be mine, I even made you this wedding dress in crafts class! Don't ask what it's made of," He holds up the ugliest and the most destroyed white dress I've ever seen and I shudder. "Ew! I'd rather die you creep!" "Fine! Have it your way. Once I win, they'll hit the switch for the fireworks display, finishing the mountain's construction, trapping ya'll inside. I've been trapped between concrete all Summer NOW SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!" He walks away with an evil laugh and we start struggling to break free.

Grunkle Stan's p.ov.

Intermission had ended and strangely (y/n) nor the twins were around, I didn't have the time to go look for them right now but as I struggle with the current question, a part of me wishes I had gone looking or 'em. "And that is why The Statue of Liberty is our hottest landmark," I end and I receive more boos and I shout "Alright I lied she's kinda manish. What do you want from me?!" Bud was receiving more seed by the minute and I grab something from my jacket to pat away the sweat as I mumble to myself. "You're dying out there, Stan."

I see what I had grabbed which had been the speech the kids had written for me and I start to feel regret. "Kids you were right all along, I shoulda listened to you when I had the chance," I mumble again when suddenly I hear Mabel and (y/n) scream for help, Dipper soon chiming in as well. "Help! Help us!" "We're tied to a bunch of fireworks!" Everyone watches as (y/n) and the twins fall out of the sculpted nose, tied to chairs, and the only thing keeping them in the air was a rope that was starting to break. "Kids!"