It's been so long since I've updated this story, but don't you worry! This is still a huge priority! Even with baseball of my own to take care of. Also, I'll need some names for Pacifica's team. If you guys could post some girl names in the comments for me to use, that'd be great. Thanks!

On with the story!

"Ohoho, dudes!" The tubby man yelled as he sled down a water slide on a hill.

"Woohoo!" Mabel yelled as she sped down after him.

"Oh Gosh!" Dipper screamed as he flew down the slide, faster than anyone.

"C'mon!" Wendy yelled as she sped down after him.

Waddles squealed as he rolled down the slide.

Stan stood watching the four kids in their swimsuits speed down the water slide. He wasn't going to join them, mainly because he'd throw out his hip, but also because he had money to preen.

Mabel looked up towards her great uncle. "C'mon, Grunkle Stan! Come play with us!"

"Yeah, c'mon, dude!" Soos pushed.

"Nah," he declined. "I've got things to do."

"Like watch your money?" Dipper scowled.

Stan stopped and looked outward into the mountains, thinking about what the kid had said. Was Dipper right? Did he only focus on his business? No, he sheltered and fed the kids. That's good enough, right? No, it's more than that.

More than that.

Stan turned and left, memories of his childhood resurfacing, where his father was barely there for him, the same situation the kids are kind of in right now. Both parents live away from family and have jobs that force them to leave a lot.

He could even see himself in Dipper.

Bah. What was he talking about? The kid's off better than he was when he was Dipper's age. He could even tell that Dipper was getting stronger. That or he was getting weaker.

Stan walked into his room. Sitting down at his desk, he pulled out a picture from the drawer. It was a picture taken in 1955, where there is a pitcher, pitching toward a batter. The pitchers name is Pytch. In the background, you can see a five-year-old Stanford Pines watching the game with his father.

"Time leaves us." He mumbles as he tears up.

"It leaves us."

"That was fun." Mabel stated when they were done messing around with the slide.

Wendy nodded. Dipper was still slightly intoxicated at the sight of Wendy in a bikini, but pushed it out because he didn't want to be a perverted twelve-year-old.

Soos had busied himself with packing up the monstrous toy, which had nearly been eaten by the goat.

Mabel had now found a wet spot that was underneath the slide that Waddles had taken a particular liking to.

Wendy had gone back into the house to change. Dipper had went back to his room for unsaid reasons and all that. He secretly went to his room to look up on info for Woodrow.

It was just Soos.

He had just finished packing up the dang thing when he happened to look over to his left and see a man, shaded with a sepia tint, waving at him. He approached the stranger.

"Hey." Soos greeted. The man waved back and answered.

"Hello. How are you doing?" He asked. Soos nodded jovially. "Pretty good."

"Hey," the man started. "Have you seen Dipper Pines?" He asked.

"Yeah dude, he went...inside..." Soos could now see the features of the man. He had a grizzled look to him, a scraggly beard that could barely be seen as it wasn't thick at all, and his eyes were kind and passionate.

Soos knew this man immediately. "Are you..."

The man chuckled. "Maybe." He said. Looking off at the house, he gazed into Dipper's window.

"But maybe not."

And with that, he left the man standing in the lawn as he walked up to the Shack.

Dipper sighed. It had been a while since Woodrow had taught with him. A few days, actually. He was beginning to think that all that he wanted to do was tell Dipper about the game and leave.

He stared at the ceiling boredly.

He heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he nonchalantly answered, not even leaving his gaze from the ceiling.

In walked the sepia man his thoughts had been with.

"How ya doin, tyke?" Woodrow asked.

Dipper grinned. "Fine." He said. "We going for another lesson?"

Woodrow grinned. "You bet your bonnets, we are!"

Wendy walked out of the bathroom and put her swimsuit in her duffel bag. Looking around the corner, she walked down the hallway and through the house.

She stopped by the cash register. On it was the familiar pine tree hat that Dipper always wore. She grinned, wondering why the kid would leave it there.

Wait, he isn't a kid anymore, is he?

She stopped as something caught her eye. Looking out the window, she saw Dipper with a baseball bat in his hands, swinging away. He had good cuts.

Mabel walked by and looked at the redhead. "Whatcha watching?" She asked.

Wendy looked down at the younger girl. "Dip's getting better. Have you noticed?"

Mabel nodded. A sudden thought flowed through her head. Wendy's actually... no. Nope.

She walked away, leaving Wendy to stare at the young boy swinging away in the back.

"Good! Good cut!" Woodrow cheered. He stepped back up to the makeshift mound sixty feet away.

"Now watch the ball all the way to the bat," he said. Dipper nodded, ready for the pitch.

Woodrow wound up and pitched, sending a 79-miler, a slower one for him, right to the 13-year-old.

Dipper stepped back, swung, and connected with the ball, a little on the top, just what he wanted, as he sent the ball into the dirt and careening across the ground. A perfect grounder.

Woodrow stepped back. This kid learned fast.

"Hey!" He heard the voice of a teenage girl. He quickly disappeared, careful not to be caught.

"You're doing pretty good." Wendy said. Dipper nodded, blushing unnoticeably. "Thanks"

"Why don't we play some catch?" She offered.

He smiled and nodded, taking one look at his hidden mentor before walking away.