Dipper stepped off of the bus, the sun's glare briefly blinding him. He pulled his cap over his eyes and turned around, where his sister was standing, wearing a dorky sweater with a shooting star on it similar to what she had worn last summer. "C'mon Dipstick, help me with my stuff." Dipper lifted her suitcases and almost collapsed from the weight. "Jeez, how many sweaters did you pack?" Her eyes grew wide and in a mysterious voice she replied "All of the Sweaters." He sighed and rolled his eyes.
Then, with a vroom and a cloud of dust, a cadillac-like car pulled up. It was the Stanmobile, toting Grunkles Stan and Ford, and Soos. "Sup, dudes!" Soos called. He hopped out, in his suit and fez, straightening it as he walked over. "How are you kids?" Stan called, "Poindexter let me go home after our little adventure was over." "You were having more fun than me, brother." Ford muttered, "But we completed our mission." Stan rolled his eyes and said "Kids, get in the car. Soos will get your stuff." "Sure thing Mister Pines!" Soos said cheerfully, running over to get their stuff. The kids hopped in and they set off. "There is construction ahead, so we're going to have to take a detour."
After half an hour of driving, Ford proclaimed "Welp. Driving is boring." And with that he shuddered for a second, before closing his eyes. When he opened them, they were replaced by yellow eyes with slit pupils. He looked in the mirror and said "Howdy kids! How goes it in Loserville, Pine Tree?" Dipper screamed like a little girl before throwing the nearest thing up front; his hat. Ford flicked his finger toward the hat and it flew onto Dipper's face. "Relax, Pinetree. Sixer will explain back at the shack." And their forest road drive continued.