"Hey, what are you-NO!"

The cookout had abruptly taken a disastrous turn, or at least it had for one of the assembled Pines. As soon as Stanley started slapping down the beef patties onto the grill, his brother hustled over as fast as aged joints would allow and grabbed him firmly by the wrist with a six-fingered hand.

"What's your deal?" He turned and gruffly demanded.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Stanford Pines indignantly protested. "Okay first, you made the patties round, not square with grooves down the center. Second, it looks like you're definitely not timing those at all-"

Stanford cut him off. "I'm grillmaster today, I'm in charge of the burgers, end of story. So just relax, will ya?"

"How many times do I have to say it? I've literally done the actual research, and it's the most efficient way to cook them. It's fact." His brother declared flatly. "Tested fact."

"Okay, maybe, but if I try and do all that nerd stuff then it's gonna be an extra hour until we finally eat." Stan shot right back. "We're cooking them my way today, end of story."

"Oh wonderful. So charred outsides and raw center." Ford sarcastically remarked with a heavy roll of his eyes. "I can't wait."

"Well excuuuuuse me." His sibling replied tit for tat. "Would your royal majesty like it if I….."

As the two old men argued with one another, their great niece and nephew were helping prepare the rest of their outdoor supper. Dipper had just finished laying out paper plates at everyone's place when his sister popped out of the Mystery Shack to set a massive bowl onto the creaky old picnic table.

"Bam-ba-da-daaaaaaa!" She trumpeted proudly. "Get ready to have your taste buds' minds blown in the most refreshing way imaginable! Presenting my Pizzazz Pasta Salad!"

"Oh, no." Her brother immediately spotted the flecks of color liberally sprinkled everywhere on top of the the dish. He picked one out and held it up to her. "What's this?"

"Sprinkles!" She said matter of factly.

"How many times do I have to say it?" He tried reminding her. "If you want them with dinner, fine. But just put them in a bowl for yourself or something-"

"And I told you, if I do that then I'll just look like I'm being greedy." she speedily replied. "This way everyone gets some!"

"Okay, and why would we want that?" Dipper demanded.

"Look how they up a dish from normal to amazing! You get color for some extra nice presentation, and a little bit of sweetness. Now we have a party in a bowl!" She enthusiastically explained.

"I'll pass." He said as he made a face. "Seriously, you might as well have put some glitter in there."

"Funny that you mentioned that!" She laughed and pointed to the light sparkling shimmer on top of the dish. "I had a little kitchen-oops and got some in there. But don't worry about it!"

"Mabel, are you kidding?" Groaned her increasingly exasperated twin.

"Calm down, it's only pasta salad, bro-bro! Not like you've ever been able to taste it before, anyway!"

"Wait….wait how…" Dipper was taken aback by this sudden revelation. "Okay, just how much glitter have accidently eat over the years-"

"Not too much! And you didn't taste it alllll those other times, so this won't be any different! Here, have some now! You'll see!" She dug out a forkful and confidently steered it towards his mouth. "Try it! You'll love it!"

"No, I'm not-" He tried backing away.

"Here comes the Yum-Yum train, Dipper!" She laughed, steering the fork toward his mouth. "On it's way to Tummy-Town! Due in the station at now-o'clock!"

"Hey!" Dipper seized a bun and hurled it at her as hard as his scrawny noodles arms would allow. Mabel giggled as the bread bounced harmlessly off her face. It was so on now.

"Whoo-whoo!" She pulled an imaginary whistle and went on the attack again.

As two generations of identical siblings raised a royal racket together, a lanky redhead sat on the nearby porch, casually sipping a beer while she watched. When it became clear that the familial chaos wasn't going to diminish any time soon, Wendy glanced down at the two one-year-old twins playing on a blanket at her feet.

It didn't take her long to make an executive decision. With speedy ease the dutiful aunt slipped her sandals back on and picked up her niece and nephew. Once she had a baby popped onto each hip she was then off to find their stroller.

"All right," She announced to the little ones. "Time to take you guys for a walk before you get infected…."