By now the Shack has for the most part been turned to rubble. "Hey son, it's getting dark. I think it is wise if we continue this tomorrow" Bud poked out of the truck. After a brief argument, Gideon saw his point.
"Hey Marshmella, if you need a place to stay you are more than welcome withme" Gideon offered.
"Fat Chance!" Mabel only gave him a raspberry.
"Offers open when you need it" Gideon left. All there was left was roughly half a building and the Pines family staring in their shock.
"*groan*, need a little help here" a familiar voice called as a pale hand reached out of the pile.
"Wendy!" Dipper called in his worry, quickly running over to assist her. Though it wasn't entirely easy considering he tripped over in the mess a couple times and got a few splinters. Nonetheless, he got to her. Digging away at the rubble til she could break out herself, Dipper offered some extra assistance by pulling her out; daring to grab her hand of course.
"You okay?" The kid asked in worry as Wendy coughed on the saw dust. Once she realized who her savior was, the only response Wendy gave him was when she coldly pulled her hand away. Dipper only frowned in his rejection.
"Wendy!" The others only cheered for her wellbeing. "What were you doing in there?" Mabel asked.
"Wondering if I'd be there long enough to live on pig" the teen girl answered. As if on cue Waddles poked his out with a questioning oink. Cue the Mabel shouting his name and epic pig hug.
"So what do we do now dudes?"
