We Need A Time Anomaly!

Set after A Tale of Two Stans. Dipper and Mabel want desperately to fix the biggest problem in the shack. They set out to go back fifty years, but they discover more than they bargained for.

Chapter 1: Mabel's Worry

Mabel lay awake all night, wondering and worrying. It wasn't right for Stan and Ford to fight like this. Twins were supposed to be best friends, and a few stupid mistakes drove them apart for life. She looked across the room at her brother as he slept peacefully. She narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Don't worry Dipper, that will never happen to us. I promise. And Mabel keeps her promises."

But still, all night she lay awake, thinking about the older twins. Then finally, that bad thought that she tried to keep down popped into her head: Our family is in jeopardy. Two sets of fighting Twins, people would pick sides. Tears weld up in Mabel's eyes as the image of her beloved family members glaring at each with anger flashed across her mind. Those ugly, nasty looks would ruin their whole family.

"Pines stick together!" Mabel screamed suddenly. Across the room Dipper shuffled.

"Mabel? You okay…?" He asked drowsily, barley opening his eyes.

Mabel sat up in bed and folded her hands on her lap.

"Uh, yeah…I just, had a bad dream…" Mabel muttered, staring down at her hands.

The next morning Dipper woke up to his sister pouncing on him and screaming.

"Dipper, wake up wake up wake!" Mabel chanted while shaking him by the shoulders. Dipper's heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

"Mabel! You could have killed me!" He said with a frown. Dipper's expression suddenly shifted to a look of worry, as he noticed that his sister had heavy bags under her eyes.

"Sorry Bro-bro." She said while poking his nose with hers. "But I've got something I REALLY want to show you!" She jumped off of him and went to her side of the room.

"Ta-da." She sang as she pulled a blanket off her bed, revealing to large sweaters. Dipper got up and walked over. On the left was a black sweater with a golden claw shaped thing. To the right was a red sweater with a golden six fingered hand.

"M-Mabel…" Dipper said smiling.

"This is awesome…"

"I KNOW!" Mabel screamed as she waved her arms above her head. "Just a little something chef cooked up in the kitchen of creativity!"

Mabel jumped up on her bed and started bouncing up and down.

"Now those two idiots will remember what it's like to be a pair again!"

Dipper's smile faded.

"Mabel? Do you really think this will get them to stop being mad at each other? I mean these sweaters are awesome, but is it really enough?" Dipper asked.

Mabel stopped jumping and thought for a moment. She shrugged.

"Well, maybe it won't fix EVERYTHING right away, but it's a working progress."

She jumped on the bed and started folding up the sweaters.

"Don't worry about it bro-bro! Mabel's got it all covered." She said before she left the room. When he ws alone, Dipper thought about how she must have been up all right making those sweaters. It wasn't could for her health and Dipper made a mental note to make sure that she went to sleep early tonight. Dipper knew that things would work out with the elderly twins eventually, but he couldn't help but think Mabel was trying more to convince herself then him.

Stan was in his usually chair, but the TV wasn't on and he was just staring into space. His eyes looked sad and lonely so Mabel sprang into action.

"Sha-BAM!" Mabel called as she flung the black bundle right at his face. It fell so that it covered his head like a sack.

"Alright what's this?" He asked while he reached up.

"Oh, just a little something from me to you!" She said, and pointed between the two of the as she spoke.

"Mabel? Alright kid, what's going on…?" He looked down at the sweater in his hands and his mouth fell agape slightly. Then he smiled and looked at Mabel.

"Alight kid come here!" He called as he pulled her in for a hug.

"You're literally the only person I know who'd do something this random." He pointed at the claw symbol.

"OH, you know….!" Mabel said with mock embarrassment. "Just thought it'd suit you."

"Well, you've got skill Kid. You should be making these thing for the gift shop. It'd save on a lot if you know what I mean."

While he spoke Mabel unfolded the red sweater and held it up. Stan frowned when he saw the sixth fingered hand on it.

"It's for Ford!" Mabel said cheerily.

Stan didn't say anything, so she lowered the sweater and asked in a concerned voice, "Grunkle Stan? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Stan said quickly. He leaned back in his chair and looked thoughtful.

"Thing's with Ford just aren't what I wanted them to be, you know?"

"Oh, Grunkle Stan, It'll all be okay." She reassured him and patted his arm.

"I hope so kid, I really hope so…."

"Well, I'm gonna go give Ford his sweater. Basement right? See ya!" Mabel said, rather forcefully.

"Mabel wait!" Stan was close to yelling. It must have scared Mabel because she jumped up three feet. Mabel turned around and her eyes were hug and almost watery.

Stan sighed. "Looks….I..I'll bring it down to him, alright?"

Mabel perked up right away, but on the outside she carefully gave a casual smile.

"Great!" She went up and folded the sweater on the skull next to Stan's chair.

As she left she ws grinning ear to ear. Things were going even better than she'd anticipated.

Back in the living room, Stan looked at the red sweater and covered his face with his hands. He'd do anything to get his brother back. In fact, he already did and Ford still didn't want him. But at least he had Mabel in the house, cheerful and happy as ever. That at least made things somewhat bearable.