Ford rummaged through the battered old box, throwing VHS tapes all over the floor of the basement. "Great Uncle Ford, are you sure that tape's in there?" Dipper asked, growing impatient. "Yes, yes, Dipper. I put my tape of particle neutrons in here years ago..." Ford replied, not losing his concentration. He threw a couple of tapes over his shoulder, and one of them hit Dipper in the face.
Mabel was downstairs in an instant. "What was it? What hit Dipper in the face?" she asked. Dipper rolled his eyes. "It's like you're drawn to my pain or something. You can sense it."
Mabel laughed. "Nah, our allergies act up at the same time, 'member? I knew something dusty hit you. Right in the nose, you made me sneeze."
She walked over to Ford. "Watcha doin?" she inquired peering into the box. But the she gasped with glee and pulled out one of the tapes. "I thought I lost this thing!" she said happily. Ford took the tape from her hand.
He read the label written in Sharpie. "The Stan Wrong Song?" he asked curiously. Mabel grabbed the tape back and ran over to the VHS player. "Wait till you see this, Great Uncle Ford, it'll be great."
The tape started to play, and Ford couldn't help but grin at the sight of his brother in the sparkly orange jumpsuit.
(the tape)
Stan: L-look I'm not gonna...
Mabel: DO IT!
Stan: Ugh. (cheerful music plays)
Stan: I'm Stan and I was wrong. I'm singing this Stan Wrong song. I shouldn't have taken that chance. So here's my remorseful dance.
Mabel: DO THE KICKS!
Stan: eh eh eh
(hat falls off)
(goat eats hat)
Stan: HEY! GIMME THAT!
By the time Stan started having a tug-of-war with a goat, For had already fallen over laughing. "What's all this noise?" Stan asked, coming downstairs. He looked at the screen, then at Ford. "Oh geez... I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?"
Ford looked back seriously. "Quite right, Stanley. I will never let you hear the end of..." Ford grinned. "The Stan Wrong Song." He doubled over laughing.