(A/N: My first fanfic since the announcement of the end of GF. Tragic. I'll talk about that later.
Before we begin, this is an AU where Weirdmageddon didn't happen, so everything is, quote unquote, "normal."
This is based on that little line in Weird Part 1. In this common beginning and slight theme, it's just the smallest bit similar to SuperGroverAway's Christmas with a Corduroy. This is complete and total coincidence. He knows. Good guy.
One more thing. One character is an OC making his first (maybe only) public appearance. Look out for him.
Here we go...)
It was a dark and snowy day. Not stormy night. Snowy day.
The Mystery Shack was all decked out with 25 year old lights. On a banner were the words "Merry Christmas"... X'd out, and hastily written under, "Happy Holidays".
Inside, the Pines family lounged in the living room. Stan and Ford played cards, Dipper and Mabel were watching TV, and Soos was putting up indoor decorations.
"Soos, aren't you afraid you're hanging too much mistletoe?" asked Dipper.
"Aww, c'mon, Broseph! You can never have too much love!" said Mabel. "Aren't we lucky we came back for winter break? And we're even luckier that Ford softened up and let the Shack stay open!"
"...Why are you saying that much? We all know that by now." said Stan.
"...I just wanted everyone to be on the same page..." said Mabel.
"No matter, we gotta holiday-fy all the exhibits!"
"Stanley, you just mean put Santa hats on all the 'animals'. Like you did with the pumpkins on Halloween." drolled Ford.
"But the tourists eat it up!"
"Well, I for one am looking forward to my first Christmas in 30 years with my family!"
"Awww...thanks, Grunkle Ford!"
"Yeah, thanks...Hey, where's Wendy? She hasn't shown up yet." noted Dipper.
"Oh, she never comes to work in December. She's always out doing who knows what with her family." said Stan.
"I've tried calling her, dudes, but she doesn't pick up." added Soos.
"Hmm... I wonder what's up with that..."
About a mile away from the Shack, a deer with a bullseye on its back was being chased. By a flock of redheads.
"Get back here! We need target practice!"
(A:N: Let's say the theme music goes here. To be continued... )