A war cry rose from both sides as the door hit the wall. Dipper, Mabel, Wendy and Soos busted their way in. Dipper had a golf club somehow. "Stan?" The twins said in surprise, seeing their Grunkle standing before them.
"Kids?" Stan reacted back. They suddenly threw their weapons to the side and ran up to their Grunkle. He opened his arms wide as he welcomed them into a big bear hug. "Kids! I can't believe it!" He said almost in tears. "I thought I lost you two." Soos and then Wendy joined in, almost squishing the twins.
Stan felt half relieved once he dropped the twins down from his arms. "Alma! You're here too!" Mabel commented, running up to her and hugging her leg. Dipper followed and took the other leg.
Alma smiled and rubbed their heads. "Of course I am. I honestly was thinking your uncle wouldn't let me in."
Stan just scoffed. "Ha, like I had a choice." Alma just cocked a brow towards him as the twins took a few steps back.
"So what is this? Why is multi-bear and the gnomes in here?" Dipper asked, pointed towards them.
"That's a long story." Stan replied. "Welcome to what is left of normal around here." He gestured to the room where everyone was gathered. Wounds were being treated and rations handed out. It was quite a dreary scene.
Alma followed them in, assisting Toby with the removal of the darts he was hit with. Toby thanked her as she rose and crossed her arms while taking it all in. At least no one was dead is all she could really think. But everyone in here was being paranoid, like they should be. Especially with the fact that Bill's eyebats have been fluttering around recently. Every time one got close, Stan would order everyone to get down, be quiet and turn every light off. So far at least, that has worked as they just skim over the shack before moving on. That is what was turning the town into stone and flying off with them to the pyramid Bill has built for himself.
"Wouldn't call everything in here normal, Grunkle Stan." Dipper commented.
"Does it really matter at this point?" Stan replied. "Besides, half the town is in Bill's clutches."
"Including Ford." Dipper mumbled. He watch the others move around before he clenched his hand into a fist. "We have to get him back."
"But how?" Wendy asked, adjusting her crossbow. Alma and Stan shared a glance. What are they going to do? They didn't have a plan of any sort.
His fist lessened at his side. "There has got to be something." He skimmed around the empty faces, recognizing McGucket in the crowd. "McGucket. He might be able to help." Dipper suggested, pointing towards him. He was fiddling with his banjo behind the Several Timez boys.
"You really think the loon that lives at the dump can help?" Stan said in disbelief.
"He's a lot smarter than he looks." Mabel insisted.
Alma had heard Ford talk about him. His real name was Fiddleford, which still was an odd name. What can you say? Everyone has to be weird around here in someway. So Fiddleford was Ford's assistant while he was working on the portal. He was known for being a magician when it came to mechanical things of any sort. Dipper actually showed Alma the page he did for the Gobblewonker, which they discovered was McGucket all along behind the controls of a giant, mechanical sea creature.
For a guy whose took his own sanity away, he sure knows how to do things with his hands. He probably subconsciously built that monster and whatever else. But since they discovered the Blind Eye Society's secrets, they found McGucket's memories. He actually wanted to watch them once they retrieved them. And since then, he seems to be slowly regaining his correct subconscious thoughts. But the damage has been done and years of neglect, he may never remember everything.
