Fiddleford H. McGucket drooled as he slept on his laboratory desk. "Fiddleford..." he heard faintly in his forest dream, it was almost exactly like the breeze. "Fiddleford..." This one was more scratchy and loud. What could have caused that? He picked up a pen and started writing. About... he didn't quite know that yet...

"FIDDLEFORD!" Stanford shouted. The nerd at his desk gasped as he shot up and fell backwards in Stan's swirly chair. He scrambled up and leaned with one hand on the desk and the other grabbing at his heart.

"Ford, you scared me half to death! I squealed like a pig running from a butcher." He gasped, pushing up his glasses.

"Get this, you were being a dork in and out of your dream! Taking notes and mumbling your nerd talk." Stanford laughed. "And not quite like a pig running from a who's its. More like a nerd, falling from a chair."

Mcgucket rolled his eyes and turned to look at what he was writing in his sleep. "Why is it only when Lee's out you be a bully?"

Ford shrugged. "Not my fault you're the biggest nerd I'll ever meet." He moved closer and ruffled Fid's hair. "And plus, when there's two of you, ya gotta share the emotional and physical pain I bring."

Fiddleford arched his eyebrow. "Physic- AH!"

Stan held the small man above his head and lifted him up and down like a weight. Fiddleford gasped and tried not to fall off the bigger guy's arms as he tried to squirm away. "Jesus, Fids, do you even eat? You're like a couple of grapes." He stopped when he heard something resembling a gas leak.

He turned to face the doorway where his twin was covering his mouth and the source of the noise. Stanley burst out in laughter at the doorway. "Stanford, I... I don't think that is humanely possible!" He wheezed.

Ford laughed, holding Fids higher. "You try." He handed him the nerd.

"Holy- Fids! Jesus, is this a condition or something?" Lee asked. Fiddleford just shook his head as he held onto the twin's arms and whimpered.

"Can- uh... Can I be let down now?" He asked. Lee tossed him to his twin who caught him bridal style. Fiddleford trembled as he pushed up his glasses and held tightly around Ford's neck. He didn't even notice when Stan's hands dropped to the side. He heard laughter and looked to Lee. Upon realizing he just held to Ford, both hands let go to be beside his head in surrender, but he fell down comically to the floor.

The twins laughed as they helped him up. He winced as they put the weight of their arms around his shoulders. Lee poked his belly and he flinched. "We are gonna get some food." He said.

Ford stopped leaning and ruffled the small nerd's hair. "And, you're gonna eat it." He went in front of them and squatted. "Lee, then Fidds."

"Stanford, I don't think-" Lee started.

"Stanley, I can carry you and this dork barely weighs a pound." Ford argued. Lee's concern turned into a goofy grin as he hopped up on Stanford's back and waved for Fiddleford to hop on.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry, piggy back rides get me more nervous then a rat in a cat's home."

Lee shrugged. "Okay, I mean- only if you really don't want to..."

"Nope! Lee, don't give him a choice! And plus, Fidds, Lee is starting to seem heavy, get on or you're fired!" Stan said, smirking.

Fiddleford straightened up and sighed. "Don't drop me."

"I mean... I can try not to, but you'll have to hold on tight." Lee said.

Fiddleford got on top of the piggy back pile and Ford was off. He zoomed up the basement stairs and outside to the new diner, passing by a few of their friends and strangers. They finally made it to the new Greasy's diner.

"We're getting you one of everything on the menu." Ford smiled, and McGucket gulped.