A Different Point of View

Family Fishing Trip

Bella, Dipper, and Mabel were sitting in the kitchen, eating pancakes. Dipper and Mabel were having a 'syrup race', or trying to see who could get the syrup to drip into their mouth first. Bella watched in amusement as Mabel coughed after winning the race.

"No way!" Dipper exclaimed, reading the newspaper, "Hey Mabel, check this out!"

"Human-sized hamster balls?" Mabel gasped, looking at the paper, "I'm human-sized!"

"No, no, Mabel. This," Dipper pointed to the other side of the paper, but Bella couldn't see at what, "We see weirder stuff than that every day! We didn't get any photos of those gnomes, did we?"

"Nope, just memories," Mabel responded. She pulled out a white tuft of hair, "And this beard hair!"

"Why did you save that?" Dipper asked in disgust. Mabel shrugged.

"Good morning, knuckleheads," Stan greeted, walking into the kitchen and over to the fridge, "You two know what day it is?"

"Uh, happy anniversary?" Dipper guessed.

"Mazel tov!" Mabel exclaimed happily.

"No, that's later this month," Bella said.

"It's Family Fun Day, genius!" Stan rolled his eyes, "We're cuttin' off work and having one of those, you know, bonding-type deals."

"This better not be anything like last time," Bella raised an eyebrow. Mabel shuddered.

"The county jail was so cold," She whispered.

"Alright, maybe I haven't been the best summer caretaker," Stan admitted, "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?"

"Yay!"

"Stan!"

"Wait, what?" Dipper realized.

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The four of them were in Stan's car, and all of them except Stan were wearing blindfolds. Stan leaned down to adjust the radio and the tires screeched. Bella barely heard the twins talking in the back seat before the car jumped and the sound of wood hitting glass and metal was heard.

"Grunkle Stan, are you wearing a blindfold?" Dipper asked.

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

He drove through a wooden guardrail, causing the others to scream.

"At least if I'm blindfolded I can't see the upcoming death," Bella muttered, clutching her drawstring backpack in front of her, "Oh who am I kidding; that's even worse."

Soon the car stopped, and Bella thought it might have broken down before Stan helped the three of them out of the car.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Bella breathed so the twins couldn't hear.

"Ok ok, open 'em up!" Stan ordered. Bella and the twins gratefully took off the blindfolds. Stan was standing in front of the lake and holding a fishing rod, "Ta-da! It's fishing season!"

"Ooh!" Bella grinned excitedly.

"Fishing?" Mabel repeated.

"What're you playing at, old man?" Dipper asked.

"You're gonna love it!" Stan assured, "The whole town's out here!"