Mabel, holding a syrup bottle named Sir Syrup, declares, "Are you ready for the ultimate challenge?"
Dipper, gripping a syrup bottle labeled Mountie Man, replies confidently, "I'm always ready!"
May holds a jar of molasses labeled" "Mama Molasses" and groans, "Why do I always get Stan's 20 something year old molasses?"
Mabel grins mischievously. "Then you know what this means!"
"Syrup race!" they shout in unison, tilting the bottles back to drip syrup into their mouths. "Ahhh!"
"Go, Sir Syrup!" Mabel cheers.
"Go, Mountie Man!" Dipper responds.
"Go, Mama-" May sighs as the molasses stays put in the jar, not moving an inch, "why do I even try."
"Go! Go!" they chant together, syrup dripping.
"Almost... almost..." Mabel says, tapping the bottom of her bottle. Finally, the syrup drips onto her tongue. "Yes!" she coughs, victorious. "I won!" she coughs again.
Dipper, now holding a newspaper, exclaims, "Ho ho, no way! Hey guys, check this out."
Mabel and May peer over at an ad in the newspaper. "Human-sized hamster balls?!" Mabel gasps. "I'm human-sized!"
Dipper shakes his head. "No, no, Mabel. This."
May gasps, "No way! A monster photo contest! And the winner gets 1500$"
"We see weirder stuff than that every day! We didn't get any photos of those gnomes, did we?" Dipper asks.
Mabel shakes her head. "Nope, just memories. And this beard hair." She holds up a stray beard hair.
May grins, "Look! I have some too! It was attached to the hat that I took."
Her and Mabel rubbed their beard hairs together and giggled while Dipper just stared.
Dipper looks puzzled. "Why did you guys save that?"
Mabel shrugs, making an "I dunno" sound.
"Science." May explained.
Dipper shrugged, "Fair enough."
Just then, Stan entered the room. "Good morning, knuckleheads. You three know what day it is?"
Dipper hesitates. "Um... Happy anniversary?"
"Mazel tov!" Mabel exclaims
"I can't think of anything interesting that would be happening in your life, so, no." May responds dryly.
Stan hits Dipper's and May's heads with a newspaper. "It's Family Fun Day, geniuses!" He walks over to the fridge and retrieves the milk. "We're cutting off work and having one of those, you know," he sniffs the milk, "bonding-type deals."
Dipper looks skeptical. "Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last family bonding day?"
Dipper, May, and Mabel think back to helping Grunkle Stan make counterfeit money. "You call that Ben Franklin? He looks like a woman!" Stan criticizes, as police sirens blare in the background. "Uh-oh."
Mabel shudders. "The county jail was so cold."
"I wonder how Rico is doing." May wondered aloud.
Stan rolled his eyes "All right, maybe I haven't been the best summer caretaker. But I swear, today we're gonna have some real family fun. Now who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?"
Dipper, May, and Mabel cheered, "YAY!"
Then Dipper pauses. "Wait, what?"
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Sixer (Gravity Falls)
Fanfic***UNDER EDITING*** May Pines is an inventive, smart, clever, and curious sixed-fingered twelve year old. One Summer she is sent to spend time with her great-uncle, Grunkle Stan, and twin cousins in the mysterious town of Gravity Falls, Ore. Grunkl...