Heavy footsteps made the old floorboards within the shack creek and groan, Stanley Pines pacing back and forth, trying to make up a good plan of action to beat Bill. Ford and the Great-Niblings regard Stan with a curious eye, trying to figure out what he's thinking. Dipper and Mabel watch their Gruncle Stan's face, blank with thought, looking for a clue to what he's thinking. Stan stops pacing and faces his family and grins.
"Who's up for fishing outside the bubble?" he asks and Ford looks at him, startled.
"Stanley, we don't know if that's a good idea, time and space may be unpredictably altere-"
"Nerd talk, nerd talk, c'mon Poindexter it'll be fun!" Stan throws Ford a fishing rod.
"I think fishing would be fun, confusing that evil triangle might just be a plan in itself!" Mabel exclaims, running up to the brothers.
"Even if time and space is out of whack, I'm ready to roll those dice," Dipper says limping forward to stand by his sister.
"Alright, we'll go fishing, after all what could possi-"
"Wait Gruncle Ford don't finish that sentence!" Mabel interrupts waving her arms as Dipper and Stan look worriedly at Ford. Ford spots his boat from the corner of his eye.
"I'm not even going to ask, just go and get your boat Stanley," he says, closing his eyes for thought and waving dismissively. Stan nods, easing it down to push it onto the trailer.
They took the Stanmobile to the lake with the boat and set it in the water. The rim of the bubble cuts across the middle of the lake, like a translucent wall. Ford stands at the shore and somberly looks at the wall of magic and time swirling together.
"Oi Poindexter! Get yer head out of the clouds and help!" Stan yells at his brother. Ford snaps out of his trance and goes over to assist. Leading it to the end of the jetty, Stan waves them all in.
"Alright kids, Poindexter! Get comfy, this might be very weird!" he exclaims jokingly, Ford looking on unamused.
"To adventure!" Mabel exclaims, standing on front of the boat. Dipper puts on the life vest and winces as it rubs on his wounds. Stan grins and turns on the motor, it sputters and coughs before they lurch forward suddenly, kicking Mabel on top of Dipper and nearly flinging Ford off.
"How old is this boat, Stanley?" Ford asks.
"Dunno, I stole it," he answers nonchalantly and Ford sweatdrops. As they got within five metres of the wall, an odd feeling started to surface in their guts.
"I feel weird," Dipper states.
"What else is new?" Stan asks and Dipper glares at his Gruncle.
"Dipper's right, I feel weird too," Mabel groans, as Ford puts a thoughtful look on his face.
"It could be because of the magical energy the bubble is giving off," Ford explains, not really expecting his brother to agree. He is surprised when Stan nods. The engine of the boat sputters and stops, letting them drift closer to the bubble eerily humming away. The Twins pick up the paddles from the boat's floor and start to guide them to the bubbles edge.
"Dipper, poke it with the paddle," Stan directs and Dipper looks at him.
"Why me?!" he yells. Ford raises a brow at his brother and takes the paddle from Dipper's hands.
"I'll do it, you don't know what will happen."
"Neither do you, Poindexter." Ford tentatively extends the paddle to the wall and lightly taps it. Ripples spread out on the surface and piercing noise causes them to plug their ears. Ford drops the paddle in the water. After the noise subsides, Ford fishes the paddle from the lake and returns it to Dipper.
"Well, let's go," He says and they nod, Mabel and Dipper paddling towards the wall. Crossing the barrier, they all felt their eyes start to droop...
Warm air started to filter into Ford's nose as he came to. They were all completely dazed and confused, the boat's gentle rocking tempting them to sleep again. Ford sunk back into the boat, it seems as if he is the only one awake.
A gentle thud wakes him again, along with everyone else. The hazy outline of a large structure protruded from the waves.
"Stanley, look up."
"Boss, before you head out today there was something I wanted to mention," a gruff looking man turns to face his lieutenant.
"The men say they picked something from the crane on the command platform, a boat. You should probably stop by on the way out."
"A boat, was there anyone on board?"
"Go to the medical platform, they didn't have time to tell me anything else."