If you read the summary, you know that this is a continuation of four previous stories. This is the point at which they all interlock. (Here, that is; on Archive of our Own, they are all one story that shifts perspectives. I had to post it differently on here.) If you didn't read the summary, welcome. This is the continuation of four previous stories, all posted under the title "Open Your Eyes: [NAME OF CARTOON]" and under the category for each cartoon. The cartoons are Detentionaire, Uncle Grandpa, Kim Possible, and Gravity Falls. Most of this story will not make much sense unless you've read at least one of the previous four stories and preferably all four.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it.

This chapter takes place immediately after the conclusion of "Open Your Eyes: Detentionaire."

The Silent Planet

Several people were gathered in a large control room, replete with multiple computer workstations, a large but inactive portal, several control panels, and an overview point in the center of the room currently occupied by Uncle Grandpa. Everyone in the room had an expression that suggested they had just finished with some particularly taxing work, except for Dr. Drakken.

Maxwell Finnwich stepped away from a control panel, wiping his brow. He exhaled heavily. "That was more difficult than I expected."

"Yeah, no kidding," Wade agreed. "I mean, I thought I'd be able to get that done in less than a minute, but those programming languages were really difficult!"

Biffy smirked. "Sure they were, small fry. Just admit I'm a better hacker than you are."

"Uh, aren't you forgetting your natural advantage?" Wade asked.

"What, you mean my charm and good looks?" Biffy said.

"Sure, let's go with that," Wade said, rolling his eyes.

"Uncle Grandpa!" Finnwich called. "Did you manage to open the rift?"

"Oh, yeah!" Uncle Grandpa said happily. "I totally did. Although it was kind of hard to make sure that only the people got through."

Silence fell over the room. Biffy looked around awkwardly.

"So, where are they?" Finnwich finally prompted.

Uncle Grandpa shrugged. "Beats me. They're somewhere on the planet."

"Are you serious?" Finnwich asked, incensed. "You bumbling buffoon! You can drag us to this pre-built area so you can tell us your cockamamie ideas without any trouble, but you can't bring them all here at once?"

"Hey!" Uncle Grandpa said. "Are you accusing me of being reckless?"

"Yes I am!" Finnwich said. "You dunderhead! You demanded that we follow your instructions–"

"Whoa, hey, demanded is a little harsh," Uncle Grandpa said.

"You demanded we follow your instructions, but you can't even do your job–the one you assigned to yourself, might I remind you–you can't even do that correctly?" Finnwich asked angrily.

"Let's calm down," a man instructed. Stanford stepped out of the shadows. "While I will admit that this is highly unorthodox, Uncle Grandpa hasn't lied to us yet. Your friends are probably somewhere on the planet."

"Probably within five miles, if you ask me," his twin brother said.

Stanford looked at him, confused. "And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"Simple," Stanley Pines said. "This guy runs on story logic."

"And?" Wade prompted.

"Well, think about it," Stan said. "The whole deal is that there has to be a story. If they were on the other side of the planet, there's no way we'd be able to get to them. It's too inconvenient. And if they happened to land directly in our laps, that would be too convenient. Since it's a story, there has to be drama, but we have to be able to find them. Otherwise, there's no point. So tell me, am I right?"

Stan looked directly at Uncle Grandpa as he said the last sentence. Uncle Grandpa frowned.

"Fine, so you're right," Uncle Grandpa said. "Ruin my fun, why don't you."

Stan grinned. "Gotta have something to do around here with all you poindexters."

"Hey, I'm not a poindexter!" Biffy complained.

"Muscles, you're a computer nerd who carries a cat around with him all the time. Color me unimpressed," Stan said.

Biffy growled but chose not to pursue the subject.

"Alright then," Ford said. "I guess we should go get them."

"I'm on board," Stan said. "Nothing better to do around here, anyway."

"We can take my monster truck!" Uncle Grandpa said excitedly.

"Whoa, hold on," Wade said. "We can't all go. One of us needs to stay behind in case of an emergency."

"Well it's not going to be me!" Biffy said. "They came all this way to see me, what'll they think if I'm not there?"

"I'll stay behind," Finnwich volunteered.

"Really?" Stan asked. "Of everyone here, I thought you'd be happiest to see him."

"Yes, well, that's, um–" Finnwich stammered.

"Last time they met, he tried to kill Lee," Biffy supplied.

Finnwich waved his hands frantically. "In my defense, I thought the fate of the world was at stake!"

"I know what that's like," Ford admitted.

"Don't worry, poindexter, I forgive you," Stan said. "Sheesh. You're still broken up about that?"

"I thought I'd lost you forever!" Ford said. "Do you know what that's like?"

Stan gave him a sharp look. Ford coughed awkwardly. "Oh. Yes. Thirty years in the nightmare realm."

"Look, enough with the soap opera," Biffy said. "Finnwich is staying behind. Anybody else?"

"I'll stay too," Wade said. "Y'know, just in case Kim and Ron need my help."

"Anyone else?" Biffy asked. Nobody spoke up. "Then let's go."

"Driver, called it!" Uncle Grandpa said, sprinting towards the door that led outside. "Now c'mon, you're gonna love riding my monster truck!"

The search group left the building. Minutes later, Dr. Drakken walked into the large control center.

"Hey, where is everybody?" he asked.

"They went searching for Biffy's friends," Wade supplied, not looking up from his screen.

"Aw, what?" Drakken asked, annoyed. "Are you telling me we lost the bet?"

"That you did, fellows," Finnwich said. "Pay up."

Drakken grumbled and dug into his pocket. He looked up awkwardly. "Um, I seem to have misplaced my wallet."

Wade rolled his eyes. "You'd better hope your team arrives before mine. I can hack into your bank account."

"Yeah? Well, you better hope your team arrives before mine!" Drakken said.

"I told you, they teamed up," Finnwich said calmly. "They'll arrive at the same time, and you'll both owe me."

Drakken grumbled to himself. "Just because he had the luck to draw Kim Possible...he thinks he's all that, but he's not!"