Grunkle Fidds (-A Fiddlestan Oneshot-)

The Legend of the Gobblewonker

Fidds and Stan walked into the kitchen, where Dipper and Mabel were waiting for them.

"Good morning, knuckleheads. You two know what day it is?"

"Uh, happy anniversary?" Dipper guessed.

"Mazel tov!" Mabel exclaimed.

Stan hit Dipper with a newspaper.

"It's Family Fun Day, genius!"

Fiddleford sat down across from the kids as Stan started rooting around the kitchen.

"We're cuttin' off work to have one of those, you know, bonding type deals."

"Uh, Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last family bonding day?"

Mabel shivered at the memory. "The county jail was so cold."

Stan sighed, and sat down beside his husband, placing a cup of tea down infront of him.

"Alright, maybe we haven't been the best summer caretakers. 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?"

"Yaaay!" The twins cheered.

"Wait, what?"

(---)

It was times like this - sat in the passenger seat of the car, with two blindfolded children in the back - that Fiddleford wondered why he left his husband do anything.

"Stan, w-watch the road!" He yelped.

The car jumped on the rocky road, making Fidd's glasses fly off his face.

"Gah!" The twins shouted in surprise.

"Grunkle Stan, are you wearing a blindfold?"

Stan chuckled. "Nah, but with these cataracts I might as well be! What is that, a woodpecker?"

The car skidded off the road and into woods.

"Fu--!"

(---)

The Pineses stood in the mysterious location.

"Okay, okay, open 'em up!" Stan told them, arm around his husband.

They removed their blindfolds and cast their eyes upon Gravity Falls Lake.

"Ta-da! It's fishin' season!"

"Fishing?" Mabel questioned.

"What're you playing at, old man?" Mason pointed accusingly.

"Ah, c'mon, squirts, ye'll love it! The whole town's here!"

The Pineses looked out over the townsfolk.

"That's some quality family bonding!"

"Grunkles, why do you wanna bond with us all of a sudden?"

"Well, firstly, we've ain't never had real fishin' buddies. And second, we wanted ya t'meet yer cousin Tate!"

"Our cousin who?"

"C'mon, slowpokes!"

The couple walked towards a nearby hut, passing a weird, unfamiliar bald man on the way.

A bell jingles above the door.

"Mornin', Tate!" Fiddleford grinned at the man behind the counter.

He smiled, eyes obscured by his hat. "Hey, Dad. Whatcha doin'?"