"Oh no! Grunkle Stan!" Mabel said with worry rising in her gut. "We have to save our brothers!"

"Kid, you can't be serious, right?" He asked. "Besides, maybe it's for the best, y'know? Maybe Ford just needs some crazy wizard guy to come serve his brain on a platter. Then, he can finally rejoin society and not be a huge, smart jerk."

"Grunkle Stan?!" Mabel argued with frustration. She hated how Stan had such a hatred towards Ford.

"Well," Marco began, turning back towards the kitchen. "You guys have fun." He waved himself away with his hand as he did so.

"No!" Mabel interjected. "No one is leaving!" With her demand said, Mabel pulled everyone into a tight group huddle and hugged them close. "We are going to save Grunkle Ford and Dipper whether you like it or not! And I'm gonna make you like it because you have no other choice!"

Mabel's statement made the two older men grown. As for Star, she cheered with great power and excitement. "Woo-hoo! Yeah!" She raised her wand in the air and then hopped out of the shack's gaping hole. "C'mon, Marco!" Marco, keeping his composer, casually followed Star with an annoyed sigh.

"I'm coming." He mumbled. From behind him, Mabel giggled. "Star and Marco are absolutely delightful." She told Stan with a positive smile. Stan and Mabel followed the pair of teens, grabbing whatever they could find for a weapon. Stan went for the baseball bat that he kept behind the porch's old couch cushions. As for Mabel, she decided to stick with her good ol', trusty grappling hook.

The four of them took off into the depths of the forest. Star was always in front, considering she wanted to skip and spin around instead of actually walking like Mabel, Marco, and Stan. She acted as if she was in a spy movie, constantly on the lookout for anything suspicious or something that might seem dangerous. At one point, she came to a sudden stop to lean her back up against a tree and speak into her wrist, while making her own sounds effects. "Star Butterfly to base." She said in a low, spy-like mutter.

From another tree, Mabel poked her head out, also speaking into her imaginary spy watch. "Base to Star Butterfly. Over."

"There appears to be a stick in our trail. What do you suggest we do?" Star responded. In the pathway of the forest, Stan and Marco failed to understand what exactly the two girls were doing.

Mabel replied back, pretending to be in shock. "Base to Star Butterfly! Do not engage! Over! It's a trap!"

At the second that Mabel said it, Marco stepped on a stick while walking and it caught the two girls' attention. "Star Butterfly to base!" Star hollered. "We have been compromised! I repeat! Abort the mission! We have been compromised! The stick is a bomb!" Star dove in front of Marco and grabbed the stick, tossing it with a strong throw as if to get rid of the 'threat'. Then, she went back to contacting Mabel in her wrist. "Bomb has been secured. Over."

"That was close...too close. Nice work, soldier!" Mabel commented before her Grunkle Stan intruded. "Kids, could you cut that out? We're looking for Dipper and Ford, not playing Mission: Impossible."

"Wait!" Star announced, blocking everyone's path with her arms that were wide out in front of them. "I smell fairy dust." To confirm her suspicions, she took a deep, inhaling wiff of the air. "Yep, it's fairydust. They're close. This way!" She cheered, pointing out the direction. "Wooh!" Star, then, ran on with a fist towards the sky.

"Great." Stan grumbled to Star. "Let them know we're comin', kid."

Unfortunately, Star's noise attracted Ogres, Probabilitor's troll guard. "Halt!" He demanded, standing in their way with Star, who was the closest one in front of him. She stared up at the giant and took a couple of careful steps away from the beast. "Ye shall not pass!"

"Oh really?" Marco thought otherwise. He stood, prepared to defend himself. "Think again, Ugly!" He ran up to Ogres to catch his momentum before leaping high and giving his best, most-confident kick and knocking him off of his feet. Both Stan and Mabel were left in awe.

"Oh, man!" Marco said, a chuckle mixing in with his eager voice. "That felt good. Let's go kick more monster butt!" With Ogres down for the count, they all went along.

From the sight of the bubbling, boiling pot, fear took hold of Dipper. Probabilitor had tied him and his uncle to a nearby tree and he was tied, tightly. He turned to Ford and found that he hid his fear inside and not in his face. He desperately wanted to know how his great uncle was able to do so, considering Dipper sweat nervously - even if he wasn't faced with Wendy, his crush, at the moment.

"Your brains will taste much better boiled." Probabilitor announced to them. Dipper was secretly flattered by being told he was smart, yet he wished to keep his brain. Though, as ridiculous and foolish the situation was that he was in, the fear always found its way back to Dipper. "Any possible chance that Grunkle Stan and Mabel come to save us and we actually make it out alive?"

Before Ford could answer, Stan, Star, Marco and Mabel all jumped into sight. "What in the-?" Probabilitor loudly exclaimed.

"Let them go, old man!" Star shouted, pointing to Probabilitor with her magical wand. "Or you're going to get the wrath of a hundred narwhals to the face!"

"Very well." Probabilitor began, rising his staff in the air and waving it in a circular motion. "If you want to save your family, you're going to have to go through me first! I challenge you to a game of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons! Except this time, it's for real!" His staff conjured up a pink graph from under his feet and a replica of the board game, Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons appeared.

"To answer your question earlier, the answer is no. We're all doomed." Ford said to Dipper.