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Prompt: Yummy

Christmas Feast

In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea to assign Mabel the job of making mashed potatoes. They also shouldn't have waited so long to stick the turkey into the oven, and should have probably set up a timer or two to let them know when the stovetop food was finished.

Stan and Ford stood in the kitchen, their niece and nephew sitting at the table, looking at the attempted Christmas feast with expressions mixed with amusement and mild disgust. Stan set his hands on his hips, nose wrinkled.

"Well. This was a complete disaster."

"Not entirely," said Dipper. "The house is still standing."

"Small miracles," muttered Ford, wiping his gravy-stained hands on a dishcloth. He eyed the half-frozen turkey sitting on the kitchen counter, looking rather pitiful. "Who knew a turkey had to cook for so long?"

"Should have prepared this stuff beforehand," said Stan with a sigh, scratching his chin idly. "I didn't realize cooking Christmas dinner was so hard."

"The mashed potatoes turned out all right," said Mabel optimistically.

Dipper stared at the pot of multicoloured potatoes and snorted slightly. "Says you."

"The food colouring and sprinkles add some pizazz to it!" insisted Mabel.

"You and your sprinkles," muttered Dipper under his breath. In a louder tone, he asked, "Now what do we do?"

Ford looked around the kitchen, which was a complete mess. It wouldn't have normally mattered, but this time there was nothing to show for it. Not even the gravy tasted right-it was too salty. "I suppose we'll have to improvise," he said, glancing at his watch. It was six o'clock Christmas evening. "I'm not sure what we have left after this two-hour cooking fest…"

"Well, can't we order a pizza?" asked Mabel.

"I don't think any pizza places are open, kiddo," replied Stan.

"What about Chinese food?" piped up Dipper. "Chinese places are normally open during the holidays, right?"

"There's a Chinese place about ten minutes from here," said Stan, brow furrowing. "But is that okay? It's not exactly a traditional Christmas feast."

"Well, it'll be our tradition," said Mabel cheerfully. "We've had lots of turkey dinners on Christmas, but never Chinese. It'll be fun!"

"Yeah," agreed Dipper.

"Chinese sounds good to me," spoke Ford. "What do you think, Stanley?"

"Chinese it is," declared Stan. "Grab your coats. We're gonna load up our pockets wit fortune cookies."

Cheering, the twins dashed past their great-uncles and into the hall. Stan removed his glasses and used the hem of his shirt to clean the food blobs from his glasses. "Well, it didn't exactly turn out how we expected."

"I think it turned out even better," said Ford thoughtfully. "We're not exactly normal enough for regular Christmas traditions, anyway."

"Says you," snorted Stan. "I'm the sane one amongst you weirdos."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Mystery."

"Shut up and let's go get our Chinese Christmas dinner."