Ford looked over the strange group of teenagers that stood in front of his home. He had thought that Dipper just went home by now, but no; here he was standing before him in a rugged state. He finally decided to ask, "Did you kids party too hard or what?"
Bill looked at the man, then back to Dipper. He didn't want to alert Ford of who he was, but he was desperate, "I suggest you call an ambulance. Dipper has been hurt very badly."
Ford immediately recognized his voice, "Bill? Is that you?"
Bill frowned, "We have no time to fight you old fart! Go call a doctor!"
After a long moment Ford walked inside and called 9-1-1. This made Bill relax, and look over at the smiling Dipper. He blushed and looked away, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're cute when you want something." He kissed his cheek, "I didn't expect you to be so straight forward."
"Well that old man needs to get you help." He rolled his eyes.
"Still…" Dipper chuckled.
Bill looked over at him, then sighed, "I just…I want your eye to be saved."
"Try explaining the fact that I wasn't born with blue eyes." Dipper pointed out.
Bill bit his lower lip, "We'll figure it out. For now we just need to get you better. That's what matters."
Mabel nodded, "Yeah bro!"
Wiley pat Dipper's shoulder, "We're here for you. Without you we'd never have an opportunity to be happy."
Robbie looked at Mabel and blushed, "Yeah, without you I wouldn't have plans for the future."
Ford and Stan walked out of the Mystery Shack, "The ambulance is on its way." Stan said.
Ford walked up and looked over all of them from closer, "Looks like you kids been through hell."
Robbie nodded, "You could say that."
Bill laughed, "Come on grandpa, don't look so grim! I brought them back in once peice!"
Ford shook his head, "Barely…I have my eye on you."
Bill simply chuckled and looked up at the old man, "That's my line."