Wander and Sylvia
- With Stanford Pines
- With Dipper and Mabel -- Anon Guest
The Stan o' War II, somewhere in the Bermuda triangle...
"Engines on full, Stanley! It's got us in its vortex!"
"They're already on full, poindexter. You want more power, grab an oar and paddle."
"Say, you folks look like you're in a spot of trouble," said a new voice.
The speaker was a hairy, orange... thing... seemingly riding a blue... thing... with a red crest. The hairy orange one had a large, green hat as the only other item of clothing but his shoes and socks. They were floating inside a gigantic... pink... bubble.
"Can we help?" said his mount.
Stan looked at Ford, who looked back. They shared shrugs.
"Okay," said Ford, "But if you try any rectal probing, you're going to have a fight."
"Euw," said the orange thing. "Customs around here are downright strange..." He shrugged and dismounted. "Ready, Sylvia?"
The blue thing stretched and cracked her knuckles, "Ready, Wander."
The orange one -Wander- Blew another gigantic pink bubble, which neatly encapsulated the ship. High and dry above the vortex. The blue thing -Sylvia- hoisted the ship onto her back, lifted Wander in a flip up to the deck. "Hi there, I'm Wander, I wander the galaxy lookin' for folks to help. Sylvia's my faithful steed and best friend. Do you mind gettin' dropped off by the nearest land mass?"
"Oh, that'd be great," said Ford. "We're Stanford and Stanley Pines. Brothers, adventurers, and occasional treasure hunters."
"Yeah for real interesting definitions of 'treasure'," grumbled Stan. "Those rocks you picked up from Atlantis are still only useful as ballast."
"Patience, Stanley."
Wander made a polite rictus. These two were going to need a lot of help.