Soooo, it's been too long before I wrote this but I saw all your comments and thought fuck it! It's time to finally update again!

Dipper downed his coffee, now cold after the long drive from the last connivence store. The kids and Mabel had long gone to sleep, the younger two snuggled under blankets in their seats and snoring peacefully, as Mabel was in as comfortable a position as you could get while wearing a seat belt. How'd she even get her head on the floor anyway?

Dipper shook his head. He could barely tell what was real and what wasn't. Yep. Mabel's turn to drive. He pulled over and shook her awake.

*Snort, cough* "What? Oh, hey Dipper. My turn?" Dipper flopping over asleep answered that.

"Great. C'mon big guy, let's get you situated correctly." With that, (and A LOT of lifting, she'd have to tell him to lay off the gummies) they were off again. Mabel would usually be happy to go visit Grunkle Stan. Buuttt him doing the Irish jig with death isn't nearly as fun as it sounds.

"No," Mabel sighs, "it isn't is it?"

I did this cause I want you to know I'll start updating again. Okay? Good. Feel kinda bad I left you all in the dark for a bit. Sorry, I guess.