"Grauntie Mabel! Grauntie Mabel!" The twins called, running into the shack, Ford carrying a book.

"Grauntie, we found an old ship! Possibly inhabited by pirate ghosts!" Ford smiled, clicking a pen.

Stanley smiled. "Me and sixer decided it was the best thing we've ever seen! Right, nerd?"

Ford pushed his brother. "I told you not to call me that!" He squeaked.

"Hey, don't push me!" His twin squeaked back, pushing him so he fell on his butt.

Mabel walked between them. "You two get along before I get the sweater." She snapped.

Both twins flinched. It was only when they fought she got angry. Never when they stole or broke something either. (Well, they meaning Stanley.) Her reasons were a mystery in themselves.

"Hug it out you two." She said sweetly.

The twins looked at eachother funny, but couldn't keep their glares. They ended up smiling and coming in for a hug. This was a daily occurrence for the Pines family.

"Fellas!" A small voice was heard. Lil' Fiddleford skipped towards the twins, stopping in front of them and rocking excitedly. "Come looky outside. I found a tutorial on how to make a bomb!"

Stanley smiled and lifted both fists in the air. "Let's blow stuff up!"

"Maybe we can find treasure under the rubble!" Ford said as the trio ran outside.

Mabel sighed happily. At least they vented their emotions. If they didn't, one day it'll all come back in a rush and blow up like a bomb. She heard a boom and smiled when she heard cheers come from all the boys. Except a bomb was easier to handle. Her forlorn faze rested on the vending machine. "Oh, Dipper."