“Uncle Ford, you good? You look kind of nervous all of the sudden.”
“I do?” FORD asks with a slightly confused look on his face.
STAN looks over to his brother. “Oh, yeah- now that you got it pointed out, ya do.”
FORD’S mouth flattens, and he clearly tries to school his expression to look a little less like IMMINENTLY HUNTED PREY. He only slightly succeeds. “It’s fine,” he insists. “It’s just- things have gone a little differently than expected.”
His eyes dart over the ever-increasing crowd filling the mansion.
“And there’s so many people.”
“It’s fine!” STAN gruffly asserts, clapping his twin across the back. “This ain’t Glass Shard Beach or anything. If you act like you’re supposed to be here, people will roll with it. That’s how I keep breaking into places!”
“Grunkle Stan,” you tokenly protest, “stop teaching Uncle Ford how to be better at crime. This is not conducive to cross-dimensional rehabilitation.”
You know, of course, that this is a worn and futile argument, but you can at least say you tried. Maybe. Probably.
You’re just not sure if the universe can co-exist with two crime uncles. They may prove to be too powerful for existence to contain.
“Laws are temporary, Dipper,” STAN insists. “Crime is forever.”
You sigh. “Well, let's hope this ghost won’t be here forever.”
“Besides!” STAN brightly continues. “I’ve been reading that guest doohickey whatever-the-fuck-”
“Guest book,” FORD supplies.
“Guest book schmuest book. I was burning it into my eyeballs for completely non-suspicious reasons. And I saw some fancy science names hidden with all the rich people.” STAN nudges FORD’S shoulder. “We can just chat those guys up, they’ve probably got at least one brain cell between them.”
“Anyone specific?”
STAN rubs his chin. “I mean, I hear Tony Stark is sneaking around here somewhere, but who talks to that guy? There was that Helen Cho lady, she’s into that biotech stuff.” He snaps his fingers. “Vlad Masters! I know that guy. He got me banned from Wisconsin!”
You frown. “You what now-”
“HAHA, ANYWAYS! Smart people! They’re probably observant. Could go for an interview, see if they’ve seen some shit. It’ll at least pass the time until something happens, right?”
>[FIND DOCTOR ANTHONY STARK.]
>[FIND DOCTOR HELEN CHO.]
>[FIND DOCTOR VLAD MASTERS.]
>[HOLY SHIT IS THAT CAPTAIN AMERICA-]
>[YO, THEY GOT THAT FRUIT PUNCH?]