"Aargh, what's this pig doing here!" Stanley stood up as Waddles jumped onto their lap, trying to keep the pig at arms length as it attempted to lick them.

"That's- that's Waddles!" Mabel put the book aside to take Waddles. "You don't remember him?"

Stanley wrinkled their nose. "Don't think I want to." They found themselves looking into the stricken faces of five people they couldn't remember. "Look, whoever you people are, whatever you're trying to get me to remember isn't coming back. Last thing I can remember is… waking up in the middle of that forest."

Mabel cupped their hands over their face. "Grunkle Stan…"

"I'm flattered I mean so much to you guys, but I don't even remember any of your names. So, uh, let's start from the top; my name's… what'd you say it was again?"

"You're Grunkle Stan." Dipper spoke up. "I'm Dipper, and that's Mabel."

"I'm Soos, your handyman!"

Ford stepped forward. "And I'm Standford Pines, your brother."

"Hey," Stanley cracked a grin, their fez slipping off and falling to the floor. "Are we twins? I bet we could pull loads of tricks if we switched clothes."

A bittersweet smile stretched across Ford's face. "Yes, Stanley." They put a heavy hand on their brother's shoulder. "We're twins."