So it's been a while since I wrote anything but I started this and wanted to share it with people!
This will be continued I promise!
Dipper had woken up at the insane hour of 3am. He wasn't sure why but he just couldn't sleep, his stomach kept complaining that it needed more food. It didn't help that every time he tried to fall back asleep he kept thinking about how delicious the pancakes would be if Great Uncle Ford actually made some. Not that Gunkle Stan's were bad or anything like that, Dipper simply had a bit of an obsession over his discovery of a new great uncle and his many skills.
After a few more minutes of contemplation Dipper surrendered to the desires of his stomach and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He must have been hungrier than he thought. He swore he could smell some kind of delicious food making its way from there. He sniffed the air curiously, it seemed that the wonderful smell was turning into more of a burnt smell the closer to the kitchen he got. That was of course impossible. There was absolutely no way that anyone would be up this early in the morning. He yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The light was on in the kitchen.
Okay that was a little strange but Grunkle Stan or Great Uncle Ford had probably just forgotten to turn it off after going for a midnight snack. He walked into the room with the intention of turning off the light when the burning smell hit him. His eyes widened as he saw something he had never thought would happen. There in the Mystery Shack kitchen was Pacifica Northwest positioned in front of a burning stove.
Dipper rubbed his eyes quickly for good measure. This had to be a joke right? He was still dreaming, he had to be, after all why would Pacifica even be here at this time of day?