Yawning, I woke up.

I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. 9:26. Shoot. Everyone was probably awake already, which meant I would have to wait until we were done 'fishing'..

I stumbled out of bed and made my way down to the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth and a quick shower, I felt more or less awake.

Mabel was sitting at the table eating pancakes. I grabbed some syrup and joined her.

She eyed my syrup and slowly grabbed the bottle she already had.

"Are you ready... for the ULTIMATE CHALLENGE??" Mabel said enthusiastically.

"I'm always ready!!" I shot back.

"SYRUP RACE!!" We yelled in unison.

Each holding our syrup, we urged the slow drip to go faster.

Mabel started slapping the bottom of her syrup and a drop landed on her outstretched tounge.

"I WIN!!" She yelled triumphantly.

I knew it would happen, but I was still salty at her winning.

I grabbed the newspaper and 'noticed' something.

"Oh, no way!! Mabel, check this out!" I said. She glanced at the ads.

"Human sized hamster balls?? GASP!! I'M HUMAN SIZED!!" Mabel exclaimed happily.

"No Mabel, this!" I said, pointing at the ad right next to it. It was for a contest for monster pictures, and the prize was 1000$.

"We see super weird stuff everyday! We didn't get any pics of those gnomes, did we?"

"Nope, just memories. And this beard hair!" Mabel responded, pulling out a tuft of gnome hair.

"Why... do you have that??" I asked, still confused.

"I dunno." She said, shrugging.

Grunkle Stan wandered in.
"Morning, knuckleheads. You two know what day it is?" He asked.

"Uh... happy anniversary?" I asked.

"Mazel tov!" Mabel blurts.

"It's family fun day, genius!" He grumbled.

"We're cutting off work to do one of those... you know...'fAmIly bOnDinG' type deals...." He grunts.

"Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last 'family bonding day'?" I asked, skeptically.

"The county jail was so cold.." Mabel mutters, shuddering.

"Ok, ok, maybe I haven't been the best summer caretaker. 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?!" Grunkle Stan yells with maximum enthusiasm.

"YAY!!!" Me and Mabel yell right back.

"Wait, what?" I ask.

We got into the car. Mabel, with her blindfold on, started rambling about how since she her eyes were covered, her other senses were heightened.

Suddenly, Stan rammed through a fence and sign. Screeching to a halt, he led us out of the car and posed.

"You can take of your blindfolds now!" He told us.

We slid them off to reveal a lake swarming with fishing townsfolk and Stan standing with his fishing pole and lures.

"Ta-da!! It's fishing season!!" He said happily.

"Fishing?" Mabel said, confused.

"What're you playing at, old man?" I asked, feeling slightly guilty.

"You're gonna love it!! The whole town's out here!" He responds, unfazed. He looked out at the lake wistfully at the families.

"Now that's some quality family bonding!" He said.

I pushed my feelings to the back of my mind.

"Grunkle Stan, why do you wanna 'bond' with us all of a sudden?" I asked.

"Come on, it's gonna be great! I've actually never had fishing buddies before. The guys from the lodge won't go with me because they don't 'like' or 'trust' me." He said.

"I think he actually wants to fish with us." Mabel whispered to me.

"Hey, I know what'll cheer you sad sacks up! Bam! Pines family fishing hats!" He slapped our fishing hats on us.

The L on Mabel's hat started peeling off.

"That's hand stitching, ya know." He said matter-of-factly.

"It's just gonna be you, me, and those hats on a boat for ten hours!" He exclaimed.

"Ten hours??" I asked, alarmed at the very thought.

"I brought the joke book!" Stan pulled out a book of 1001 uncle jokes.

"No...NOO!!!" I despaired.

Mortified, Mabel whispered to me, "There's gotta be a way outta this!!"

"I SEEN IT!! I SEEN IT AGAIN!" McGucket ran around the docks excitedly.

"THE GRAVITY FALLS GOBBLEWONKER! COME QUICK BEFORE IT SCRABDOODLES AWAY!!" He yelped, beginning his 'jig of grave danger'.

"Aww, he's doing a happy jig!" Mabel commented.

"NOOO! IT'S A JIG OF GRAVE DANGER!" He screamed, riled up.

His son ran out with a spray bottle and began shooing him with it. After scolding his father, he sat back and waited for him to give up.

McGucket tried frantically to convince everyone that the Gobblewonker was real, and pointed out his ruined dinghy.

He then described the Gobblewonker in detail, only to be ridiculed by the police as his son shook his head, ashamed of his father.

"Aww, donkey shpittle. Aw, banjo polish.." He muttered dejected as he wandered off.

I was still very saddened to see what the great Fiddleford McGucket had been reduced to, but there was no helping it... yet.

"Well, that happened. Now, let's get out on the lake!" Grunkle Stan said.

Me and Mabel exchanged a glance. Finally, the adventure had started.

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I can literally not believe that there's almost 100 freaking reads!!! Anyways, sorry for taking so long to update, I'm just lazy and stuff lol... Cya!