I'm going to say something.

This is completely PhantomRose96's fault. She made this stupid meme, and I had to jump on the bandwagon. Go blame her.

I don't own Gravity Falls.

{~}

Dipper awoke to the tell-tale smell of pancakes. Pushing himself off of the bed, and throwing on some clothes that smelled halfway decent, he shuffled down the stairs and eyed the pancakes frying on the stove.

"Grunkle Stan?" He asked the man hiding under the newspaper. "Who made the pancakes?"

"The author of the journals," Stan whipped the newspaper down just as the other Stan walked it, a pink scarf wrapped around his neck and a pancake flipper in hand. "My brother."

{~}

Mabel was confused. Wasn't taking the leaves in the lawn her job?

Dipper didn't rake them. Soos was inside the whole time. So who did it?

"Grunkle Stan, who raked the leaves for me?"

"The author of the journals," He said as his brother walked in, his hair windswept and a rusty rake in his hands. "My brother."

{~}

"Hey Wendy," Stan greeted the redhead as he walked through the door.

She gave him a nod of greeting, and went back to reading his magazine.

"Hey Wendy," Stan greeted the redhead as he walked through the same door again.

"Um, hi?" Didn't Stan just come in?

Wait.

"You two dorks stop it!"

"Excuse me, I am the author of the journals-"

"My brother!" The other Stan popped out. The laughed, and Wendy just facepalmed.

{~}

Completely PhantomRose96's fault. Go blame her for this.

(This is also my first time writing Gravity Falls fanfiction, so I hope everyone's in character.)