"Mabel! Dipper!" Our moms voice called us downstairs. Bill followed me, as he was not giving up on his little game of clinging to my arm.
"What is it?!" Mabel asked excitedly.
"Well, your great uncles called and--"
"EEEEEEE-"
Bill shoved a random donut in Mabel's mouth, stopping her screeching.
"Um...they're coming down for a visit. They arrive later today."
Mabel had finished her donut, and dashed off screeching about making sweaters for Ford and Stan.
Mom went back to working in her little office.
I dragged Bill back to my room.
"Sooo...why the long face kid?" Bill joked.
"Don't you realize?!" I sat down.
"Um...yes?"
"Ugh! You don't!"
Bill jumped. "Did you steal my mind reading powers?!"
"No! Stan. And. Ford. Are. Visiting. If we don't pull off a good enough act they're gonna kill you!" I explained, frustrated.
"Oh. That."