Have a random fic.

His hair would not contain itself.

He was trying to work here. Emphasis on trying.

Now he knew what Fiddleford felt like, working in the lab with long hair. He also now knew why female scientists always worked with their hair up.

He was mostly attempting to keep his fluffy gray locks from falling in his eyes. Ever since he'd returned home, his hair got the idea that it should grow several inches without telling him, and he was a little too nervous to bring a sharp metal object to them. There was a reason he shaved with fire.

Sighing as his hair once more fell in front of his eyes, Stanford Pines officially gave up. He took off his gloves and left the lab to search for something to keep his hair restrained because there was no way he was cutting it. (Mabel might kill him for suggesting something like that anyway, so there was really no point in deliberating the idea further.)

Mabel. Mabel probably had something for his hair.

Now Ford was at a crossroads. Search for something himself, or take the 'easy' way out and ask his great-niece for help, at the risk and embarrassment of getting a complete makeover.

Maybe he could just ask Dipper to sneak him a ribbon or something. Embarrassing as that would be...it ran no risks of getting Mabelfied.

Even better, Stanley could probably steal him something. That definitely wouldn't get him into any trouble with his niece, unless he told her. However, it would mostly be a blow to Ford's pride.

Dangit, there was just no winning here, was there?

He emerged from his dunge-I mean lab and ran smack dab right into the large gopher man. The man-Soos-Ford recalled, immediately started stuttering apologies.

"Sorry other Mr. Pines dude sir. I was just getting something from the vending machine-"

Ford waved his apology away, "No no. It's fine."

LIGHTBULB!

"Actually..." Ford began, "Do you think you can do me a favor?" Ford asked, not unkindly. Soos nodded fervently. Ford smiled gratefully and pushed his hair out of his eyes once more,

"Great. Can you find something for my hair? I can't seem to keep it in place and it's interfering with my work. That's why I'm up here."

Soos nodded, "Hm. Sure can other Mr. Pines. I'll be right back."

Ford sighed in relief as he watched the nervous boy run off. He was safe...

(In the distance- Hey, Mabel dude?-yeah Soos?- Can I have a headband?-Sure, why?- The other Mr. Pines needs one.- WHAT?!)

Dangit. He should have known. Was Mabel the only one to get these things from? Hearing footsteps he quickly tried to hide behind the vending machine once more. He thought about just locking himself down in his dunge-I MEANT LAB. But he did still need something-

Too late.

"GRUNKLE FORD!"

Grozit! Ford cursed. I've been caught!

You know what happened next. Ford walked out of the room, completely glitterfied, and blinking confusedly. Stan walked in to see him standing like a fluffy, glittery, confused owl and laughed so hard that Ford knew he was never gonna live it down. Ever.

His blush was probably never going to leave either.

This is officially my favorite thing ever. (Kudos if you know where Grozit comes from)

Stan: I *snort* Just *cackle* FORD! HAVE YOU-*chokes on laughter, pants heavily* SEEN THIS?!

Ford *hand over face in utter resignation.*: Why must you give Stan the angst and me the fluff? Why can't he have the fluff for once? He's better at it than I am. He WANTS the attention. I do not. I can't handle this. Comparatively, angst is easy.

Me: Exactly.

Ford: You cruel woman.