Mabel heard the crackle of gravel as the car pulled up outside. She looked at the clock. 2:30 in the a.m. I know you don’t need a lot of sleep to get by, but dang, bro. She waited in the recliner, pretending to keep her attention on the Tiger Fist re-run as Dipper walked in the door.
(Hopefully this hasn’t been done yet! Or at least not too many times. I wonder will Grunkle’s bro be serious and sourpuss though? I mean it’d be too weird if he had an used car dealer personality xD Well, at least I’m pretty sure he is rather different from Grunkle Stan… imagine them being con-artists together though…)