It is 3 years after Weirdmaggedon, and 65 year old Stanley and Stanford Pines now sail the seas, searching for paranormal oddities across the globe. They sail the seas in their boat, the Stan O' War ll.

"FORD!" Stan yelled, running down the deck on the ship and into their living area under their ship. "What?" Ford asked, irritably. "Where is my golden chain!? I need it!" Stan asked. Ford sighed. "I wanted to see how this cryptic reacts to gold." And their loud argument ensued. "Look, Stanley, why do you need a fake gold chain in the first place?" Ford asked in an annoyed tone. Stan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Well, Pointdexter, if you wish to know. I need it to pick up some babes." Stan said. Ford groaned in annoyance, shaking his head. "Stanley, we are in the middle of the God damn Pacific Ocean! What babes are there!?" Ford yelled in annoyance. "Mermaids." Stan said smugly, to Ford's annoyance and disapproval. Ford shook his head, throwing the gold chain back to Stan. "Thanks, sixer. Love ya, dude." Stan said, catching his chain. Ford nodded, chuckling and looking back at the cryptid. "Love you too, Stanley." That's how their brotherhood worked. They argued one minute and sucked up to each other the next.