IM SO SORRY IK IK IVE BEEN GONE IM SORRY🥹
But long story short, a few days after I posted the last chapter, I kinda..... started going through my first ever breakup ✨
I'm doing okay now, don't worry, it's been three months since then, I've healed a lot ^^
But I was really sad and anxious for a while, so naturally my desire to write was not the best 😭
But I'm back with the next episode, enjoy!!

~~~~~~~~~Your POV~~~~~~~~~

It was another stormy night, dark and cold. Another night that the twins and I spent in the attic playing board games with a nice lantern for warmth beside us, as well as some complimentary hot chocolate. Mabel had Waddles to cuddle up with while Mason and I had each other. All and all, a good night.

But as the night went by, the three of us starting getting hungry, so I volunteered to head to the kitchen and get us some snacks. As I did though, I heard a voice coming from the gift shop, which struct me as odd as it should've closed up for the day hours ago, so I peeked inside.

It was Stan in his business suit talking to someone covered in a cloak. It was easy to tell the person had been dragged inside and just wanted to leave, while Stan just saw another potential costumer, already attempting to advertise anything around him.

Shrugging at the situation, I made my way back upstairs with my snacks, walking into the twins' room and closing the door behind me, sitting back where I was.

Mason was the first to grab one of the bags, quickly opening it and throwing a chip into his mouth before speaking with his mouth full, "We you talking to smone?"

"That's rude."

He swallowed his food, then asked again, "Sorry! Were you talking to someone?"

"Nope, but Stan's got a new late-night customer."

"Ooh, a new buddy!!" Mabel explained.

"I wouldn't call him a buddy!" Mason let out a laugh, "He's probably trying to get away from Star's usual batch of stories."

I gasped in realization, "You mean like.."

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~~~Hands Off - Third Person POV~~~

The twins, (y/n), and Stan had gone to the local flea market in order to find some old goods Stan could sell for a much higher price.

Mabel, as usual, was having the time of her life, "Swap meep, swap meet, swap meep! Look at all these priceless treasures!!" She ran over to one of the booths, poking a figuring, "Bobbly-heads!! They agree with everything I say!!"

"Professor glasses!" Dipper exclaimed, "They make me look like a genius!" He tried to walk ahead with them, immediately crashing into the rack that held all the glasses.

(y/n) held in a laugh, walking over and helping him up while taking off the glasses, "Maybe leave these for someone who actually needs them."

By now, Stan had made his way over to a booth covered in gold-trimmed watches. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of them, already imagining how much he could sell them for, "Look at these beauties! They're mob-boss quality!" He glanced up, seeing the old woman that was selling them and eying her suspiciously, then turned to the kids, "Alright, kids, prepare to watch the delicate art of the deal."

"Oh boy," (y/n) muttered.

"Hey, hag face," Stan leaned against the booth's table, "how much for the junk watches?"

"They are not for sale, not for you, Stan Pines! The wind whispers your name," the old woman spoke, pointing at Stan.

Stan stood back up, "Alright, I get it, you're creepy. Anyways, less talkie more watchie." He threw some cash on the table, trying to snatch one of the watches away, when the old woman grabbed his wrist just as quickly.

"Get your hands off my watch!!!"

He let out a scream, pulling his hand away, "Eesh!! Freak show!"

As the four began to walk away, Mabel glanced back at the woman, "Wow, someone needs to work on their social skills!"

"And their observation skills," Stan added, showing his wrist which now glowed with the gold of the watch itself, "Boom!! Good job, heisting hands!"

"Grunkle Stan, are you seriously shop lifting from a witch? That sounded like a curse!" Dipper said, clearly worried about the situation.

"That sounded like a curse!" Stan mocked, "Hey, anyone wanna buy a wet blanket? We got a wet blanket for sale!"

Dipper crossed his arms with a glare, with (y/n) placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort. In the back, people noticed Toby Determined with a booth of wet blankets and a defeated expression.

The next morning, the twins and (y/n) sat at the dining the dining table while waiting for breakfast, Stan wearing some big pink baking mittens while holding a pan, "Alright, kiddos, breakfast time! Prepare your mouths to-" The pan then fell, along with the mittens, revealing Stan's complete lack of hands from the wrist down.

Waddles shrieked and hid under Mabel's legs, while she screamed in a panic, "HANDS!! Grumble Stan, what happened to your hands?! Your hands!!"

"... so I might've gotten cursed a little, but the watch looks nice, right?" He smiled down at the watch, then grew pale as a picture of the witch appeared.

"Foolish man, thieving hands find find wicked face!! You must return what-!"

He pulled the edge of the mitten over the watch with his mouth, "That's better."

"You're hopeless," (y/n) commented.

Dipper let out a sigh, "I told you, grunkle Stan, you gotta give that watch back and apologize!"

"What?! That old crone should apologize to me for denying my right to buy cheap junk!! I don't need hands, I've got self-respect!!" He sat on the table, trying to grab his coffee with his nubs, only to make it spill. Then he smacked the fork, the piece of bacon that was on it smacking into his face. "Mabel, sweetie, will you make your uncle some hands?"

About an hour later, Mabel came back with some cardboard cups and forks taped to it, finishing them up with a dash of glitter as Stan sat out on the porch, "La la la, hand makeover!! Say hello to your new hands!! In quotes!"

"Nice work, kid!" He tried to ruffled Mabel's head, the forks getting tangled in her hair and yanking a small piece out as he tried to pull away. He ignored Mabel's glare as he smiled, "See?! Hands are overrated! I'm ready to take on the day!!"

Lazy Susan started to walk by the shack, and doing his best polite smile, he raised his fez hat with his forks, "Ma'am!"

She let out a bloodcurdling scream and ran away, with Stan waving goodbye as one of the forks gets stuck into his cheek.

The rest of the day went about as well as you'd except, making a mess everywhere he went if the terrifying groups around him didn't do it first. Eventually, Stan caved, and the four decided to find the witch.

"According to the Swap Meet pamphlet," Mabel started as they walked up the mountains, "the Hand Witch lives in a horrible Hand Watch lair, on Hand Witch Mountain!"

Stan grumbled, "Stop saying Hand Witch."

"This looks promising," (y/n) added as he glanced up at cave's gaping entrance, "Think this is the place?"

"Only one way to find out," Dipper answered, walking in.

They walked in silence for a while, until Mabel whispered over, "Grunkle Stan, did you just tap my shoulder?"

Stan pointed his flashlight at her, "Kid, I can't tap anything."

Dipper's shoulders grew tense, "Guys, can you stop tapping both my shoulders?"

(y/n) suddenly reached for something that tapped his own, gripping it with a mighty strength and bringing it to the light, "Whoever it is can-!" He let out a scream as he realized it was a dismembered hand, letting it go and watching it crawl away.

This made Stan point the flashlight upwards, and the four were horrified as the cave's ceiling was covered in dismembered hands crawling all over. They all began to jump down, attacking each person individually while they tried not to be touched, the four screaming in terror.

The hands weren't all that strong, but in strength comes majority, and there were too many to fight off. Sooner than later, they were captured and brought to the watch, who was laughing at the sight, "Look at this touching scene! Up-top!" One of the hands high fived her, "You guys, you guys get me!"

While the three kids struggled in disgust, Stan was mainly just annoyed, shaking off the watch, "Alright, you horrible wench, you got me, stealing is wrong, etc. Take it. Now, can I have my hands back? I have a certain gesture I'd like to share with you."

The hands formed a throne in which the witch sat on, "Alas, your hands cannot be gotten so easily." She took the watch, inspecting it, "The spirits say-... um... that the curse can only be broken by a kiss!"

"What?!" The kids shouted.

Stan simply sighed, standing up as he shoved some hands away, "It's alright, kids, just look away." He walked over, placing a quick peck against the witch's knuckles.

She immediately glared at him, "A kiss on the lips!!"

"Psh, what?! Forget it, I'm not kissing any of that mess!!! I don't need my hands that bad!!"

Dipper glared at her, "Yeah, you're just making stuff up now!!"

"Let's go, kids!" Stan yelled, though the kids were still being held

The witch quickly stood up, "No, wait, don't go!! You're right, you're right, I was just making all the stuff up! J-just trying to get something going so I can meet people these days.." She snapped her fingers, the hands all letting them go, though a few stayed to braid Mabel's hair, which she gladly accepted.

"Ooh!"

(y/n) raised an eyebrow, "So this was all just a ploy to get a date?"

"I'm desperate, okay?! But every time I bring someone back here without keeping their hands hostage they just run away!!"

Stan looked around, "Yeah, I mean, look at this horror show!! It's creepy even for a cave!"

"You just need to redecorate!" Mabel said, stepping forward as she took a bunch of hands and reorganized them to look like a candelabra, "A handelabra!"

The witch smiled, "Ooh, the Hand Witch likes!"

"Then watch me work!! Home MAKEOVER!!"

It took them hours, but they managed to make the cave looking welcoming to the visiting eye. Mabel then lead the witch over, who was covering her eyes for the surprise as Mabel spoke, "Okay, time to take a look at your fantastic new cave!!" The hands that were covering her eyes hoped off, and the witch gasped with joy as Mabel continued, "Men will definitely tolerate you now, and I left a book of pick-up lines on the end table!"

"Wow, oh my goodness, I can't believe this is the same cave, oh my goodness!!" She excitedly walked around the cave, "I-I just can't find the words!!"

Stan was just ready to leave, "How about 'Here's your hands back'?"

"Oh, right!" She snapped her fingers, and two hands hopped down from the ceiling and onto Stan's face, taking a while to find their rightful place. Once they did, Stan's smile finally appeared, "Shaky, Scratchy!! I've missed you, old rascals!! You're alright, sister," he says while giving her a thumbs up.

She gave one back, and so did the many other hands, before asking again, "Will you be my boyfriend now?"

"Nope, never!"

~~~End of Story - Your POV~~~

I shuddered as the story concluded, "Out of the many things we've encountered, being manhandled by a bunch of disembodied hands is definitely one of the worst things on that list."

"I still consider it a victory!" Mabel replied with, then she glanced around the room, "Hey, where's-?"

The was an oink at the door, and Waddles walked in and sat beside Mabel, who happily hugged him, "There you are! What were you doing downstairs, you little rascal?"

"How much you wanna bet Stan used him for the next story?" Mason asked, getting a gasp out of Mabel.

I thought for a moment, "Ohh, you mean the one that goes.."

~~~Abaconings - Third Person POV~~~

As the sun shined outside his window, (y/n) lied on his bed with a book and a snack, when someone knocked at his door. He sat up, placing a marker in between the pages before calling out, "It's open!"

Dipper walked in then, sitting at the other end of the bed with a weird contraption in his hands and a puppy-eyed grin that basically said Ask what I'm doing.

(y/n) snickered at the sight, placing his book down before sitting up, "Alright, I'll bite. What's that you're holding?"

"It's the What-the-heck-a-hedron!"

"The wha?"

"It's a puzzle to test your intelligence!"

(y/n) rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he rested his head on his shoulder, "You know you don't need some toy to know you're a nerd, right?"

"Hey!" At (y/n)'s chuckle, he gave a playful glare, then began to try to solve the puzzle.

That's when Mabel suddenly bursted through the door with a backwards cap and colorful sunglasses, holding a piano board and a mic, "Yo yo yo, this is May-May and the Hogg coming at you on the am!!" Waddles shrieked as he followed Mabel onto the couch near the bed, causing Mabel to look over shocked, "Whoa, not sure we can say that on the air! Don't touch that dial, truckers!! Cuz the Hogg just ate it!!" Then she pressed the airhorn button three times and the fart button once.

(y/n) blinked a few times, adjusting to the sudden change of pace, "When did my room become the hangout place?"

Dipper just rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Mabel, could you knock it off? I'm trying to solve this intelligence puzzle, but it seems impossible!"

"Maybe you're just not smart enough."

"Wh- not smart enough?!"

(y/n) felt Dipper's body stiffen, placing a hand on his shoulder, "She's just reading, don't take it seriously."

But he glared down at the contraption, muttering to himself, "We'll see about that."

Just like that, with the help of his journal, Dipper goes on a half hour journey to find these mushrooms deep in the woods that allegedly make you smarter. Once back home with a bag of them, he ground them up into a mixture and poured it into a bowl, then took it to his room when it was time to sleep. He spread a bit of the mixture across his forehead, leaving the rest on his nightstand for later, then drifted off to sleep. What he didn't notice was that the mixture had caught Waddles's attention, and after struggling to crawl onto the bed, he licked the mixture off Dipper's forehead, as well as all that was in the bowl.

The next morning, Dipper woke up with the sun and a smile just as bright, "Aha!! I feel smarter already! The digits of pi are three point one.. uh..."

"Four one five nine two six, etc," a new, robotic voice spoke.

Dipper looked around in confusion. It wasn't until Mabel sat up and pointed at the door with a shocked expression that he realized, "Dipper, look!"

Waddles entered the room controlling a strange machine with a computer in the front, tapping on it as the voice spoke, "Greetings, friends, it is I, Waddles the pig."

Mabel ran over, "Waddles, what happened to you?! Have you been possessed by the spirit of the nerd?!"

"I understand my transformation may be vexing, but I have prepared a presentation-" He accidentally pushed off the computer and a mug, "Forgive me, my pig arms are cute and useless."

Dipper jumped off the bed in shock, "The brain goop!! You ate it and built all this, didn't you?!"

Mabel also jumped off her bed, holding a kindergarten toy about animal sounds, "This isn't right!! The pig goes oink, the pig goes oink!!"

"Now the pig goes wherever he can shine the light of knowledge into the darkness of ignorance."

That's when Dipper noticed his contraption from yesterday all finished, "Whoa, the What-The-Heck-A-Hedron!! How did you do that?!"

"I can teach you, Dipper. I can teach you many things! From the secrets of astrophysics to the-" Waddles then noticed Gompers the goat eating the cushion he's sitting on, oinking in annoyance, "Hey, hey!"

"Man, I am loving this new Waddles!" Dipper said with a smile.

Mabel, on the other hand, was visibly anxious, playing with her hair, "Yeah, he's uh.. ha, he's uh- definitely uh- different..!"

A nyarf bullet shot out of the machine, making Gompers run off and Dipper run over, "Dude, that rocket cart is amazing!! You and me should go invent stuff!"

"Uh, Waddles," Mabel let out a nervous chuckle, "don't you want to stay up here and record some morning pranks with me?"

"Mabel, this pig's got a gift! He needs to share it with the world!!"

"Mabel, there is more to life than making fart noises and laughing at those fart noises," Waddles explained, "I see that now."

The two then left, leaving Mabel alone in the room, "Uh, yeah, you guys, just go on without me.."

Waddles and Dipper spent the rest of the day together. Mabel ended up telling (y/n) about all that happened since she wasn't feeling her best because of it, worried she was getting replaced, as well as just missing her best friend.

It was in the late afternoon when the two felt a sudden rumble under them, like an earthquake. Worried and confused, the two ran out of the shack and into a nearby cabin that had been built that same day. Inside were Dipper and Waddles, along with a giant machine behind them.

Mabel looked shocked, "What the heck is going here?!"

"Mabel, (y/n), welcome! You are just in time to behold our greatest achievement: the Smarticle Accelerator!"

Dipper continued for Waddles excitedly, "Solving that puzzle was just the tip of the iceberg! With this Waddles will be able to solve all the greatest puzzles of the universe!!"

Many tubes stuck themselves into Waddles's helmet, "The origin of life, the meaning of existence, why dudes have nipples."

(y/n) leaned over from behind Mabel, "I actually know the answer to that one already."

Dipper was already turning on the machine, "Soon your pig is gonna be world famous!! Meeting with scientists, presidents, I wonder if I can teach him to wear pants!"

"The whole world?!" Mabel stepped forward, "But when will you have time for us?! I'm your best friend!!"

"I'm still your friend, Mabel, but I'm helping people now!"

"But what about helping me?! Do you really want to spend your whole life in meetings with dumb smart guys?! This brain chunk is making you forget who you are!! Don't you remember us..?" Mabel pulled out a picture of them together, Waddles staring at it for a good while.

It was a minute later that Waddles looked away, "It all makes sense now! What good is helping the world if I can't help my favorite person in the world? It's a good thing I built in a dumb-dumb switch!" He flipped a switch, another series of tubes reattaching themselves.

"Waddles!! Waddles, don't!!" Dipper tried to stop it, but by then, it was too late.

Once the tubes detached themselves, Waddles looked at Dipper, "I'm sorry, Dipper. In my last eight seconds of consciousness, I want you to know. Science is a horizon to search for, not a prize to hold in your hand. Also, I miss getting my tummy tickled." And then, he began to pink as he normally did, jumping into Mabel's arms who happily hugged him back.

The machine behind them instantly fell apart, Dipper looking over in disappointment, "No!! Our invention..!!"

(y/n) glanced at Mabel with a hinting smile, "I think I know what will make you feel better."

She nodded back, then walked over to Dipper and handed him Waddles, "A simple hug from a simple pig."

"Yeah, I guess so.." He looked down at Waddles, who happily licked his cheek, getting a laugh out of him. Then the moment turned gross when Waddles puked out the contraption Dipper had brought yesterday. "Good pig! ... ew."

~~~End of Story - Your POV~~~

Mason crossed his arms with a pout, "I liked Waddles being smart.."

"Is it cuz you finally found your nerd buddy..?"

"Hey!!"

I let out a laugh, wrapping an arm around him, "I'm kidding! Still, Stan usually doesn't wait this long with overnight customers."

"That's true!" Mabel added, then shuddered at a thought, "He has started to use that story lately though."

(y/n) thought for a while, then lit up, "Oh, you mean.."

~~~Clay Day - Third Person POV~~~

The twin, (y/n), Stan, and Soos were all in the living room watching a movie Mabel had put on. The movie was a My Little Pony parody that looked very 80s, and while Mabel watched it with a bright smile on her face, the others were grasping for any sort of reason to continue living.

"You did it, Shimmery Twinkleheart!" the little girl in the movie said to the giant star next to her.

The star smiled back, "No, you did it, Cinnamon,"

"Because you believed in yourself!" Mabel quoted as the star spoke his next line.

Stan and Soos started booing, while Dipper glared at the tv and yelled, "Everything about this is bad!!"

Mabel glanced up, "Well, (y/n) seems to like it!"

"(y/n)'s been asleep for the past forty minutes!" Dipper glanced up at his boyfriend, who's head hung back, eyes closed and mouth wide open as drool trailed down his cheek. "At least, I think he's asleep."

"Might wanna check on that, I think I saw a fly buzzing around his head."

At Stan's comment, Dipper elbowed (y/n)'s side, who quickly sat up with a snort, trying his best to seem normal, "I-I'M AWAKE!"

Dipper had to force himself not to laugh as he grabbed a nearby napkin, wiping the drool off his cheek, "Barely."

"Well, that just put me ninety minutes closer to death." Stan then sat up and grabbed an old movie case with a proud smile, "It's time you kids learn to watch the classics from my day!"

Mabel smiled at the thought, "Ooh, old people movies! Get ready for references we don't understand, and words we can't repeat!"

Stan switched out the dvds and the movie started almost immediately. It was a classic stop-motion animation movie about a warrior fighting a cyclops, and the group was all enjoying it thus far.

At least, most of the group. However, Mabel had grown a shade paler, and her expression was one of a slasher movie victim. Just a few seconds later, she let out a bloodcurdling scream and ran upstairs.

Dipper was the only one who seemed to understand, chasing after her until reaching the stairs, "Oh no! Mabel!!"

"Well," Stan glanced up, "your sister's broken."

(y/n) stood up after with a worried expression, "Maze, what's wrong?!"

"Ugh, grunkle Stan I should've told you before! Mabel has a childhood terror of old-timey stop-motion animation! It's like her number one fear since we were kids!"

Stan simply chuckled, "C'mon, those hokey old things? How scared could she be?"

The group went upstairs and found Mabel hiding under a laundry basket in the closet, underneath all the clothes.

Stan seemed the most confused, "Kid, it's just a movie! It can't hurt you!"

"NO TALKING!" Mabel quickly yelled, "They wait for you to talk and crawl inside your mouth!!"

"Why did you have to show her that tape..?!" Dipper complained as he rubbed his hat.

(y/n) glanced over, "There's gotta be a way to get her over this!"

That's when Stan looked down at the movie case, noticing it had the address of the movie director, and an idea came to mind. Carrying the basket Mabel was in, the group made their way to that location, which led them to a creepy old mansion in the middle of nowhere.

Stan seemed confident in his plan, "Alright, if we can just get the director to show her the models are fake maybe she'll finally calm down."

"I don't know, dude," Soos replied in concern. "According to the internet, special effects genius, Harry Claymore is some kind of recluse!"

"Man wants his privacy, I can respect that." Then Stan threw a grappling hook that was tied to a rope over the gates, smiling at everyone, "Well, everyone over the fence!"

One by one, they all climbed over the fence, still carrying Mabel as they walked to the mansion, Stan explaining, "You see, Mabel, those monsters are just tiny clay figures moved around one frame at a time by an antisocial shut-in."

"Also known as Animators," added (y/n).

Dipper was the one who opened the door for everyone, calling out, "Hello? Mr. Claymore?"

"We want to get a look at your figurings!" Stan yelled after.

"We're not paparazzi!" Soos followed, taking pictures of everything.

(y/n) glanced around, his nose visibly twitching as he took in the different scents before glancing at a clay ape figurine on a table, "Hey, over there!"

"Aha!" Dipper brought Mabel over, "See, Mabel? It's all just special effects! You can come out!"

"NO!!"

Stan let out a sigh, "Kid, listen to me. For the last time there is nothing here to be afraid off!"

"Might wanna rethink that!!"

At (y/n)'s yelling, they all turned around to see a giant clay cyclops roaring down at them. They all screamed, Soos dropping Mabel in the process. The cyclops tried to grab them, though very slowly and easy to avoid. Soos recommended they avoided it by standing still, which didn't work, only made it easier for the cyclops to trap them.

Skeleton warriors also formed from the clay. Slowly, they all started to trap everyone in the group into a big pile of clay; it was Mabel, who when peeking out of the basket, was grabbed by one of the warriors and ran away screaming.

Dipper tried to struggle against the clay, "How is this happening?! What do they want?!"

"I'm afraid they want you," a new voice said, and they all turned to see an old man also trapped with them.

Stan's eyes widened, "Harry Claymore, master of special effects!! Circa-1970- something!"

"Alas, my effects are more special than you know."

"What?! But how are these things real?!"

"Yeah, what about stop-motion?!" (y/n) asked after Dipper.

Harry glared at them in response, "What, you really believe someone moves these figures one frame at a time?! I'm not a masochistic!! I used black magic to make them animate themselves!! It was great at first, but one day they discovered that computer animations were the new thing. Now that they were out of work, they went mad and enslaved me!! And now they will turn you into unholy beasts of clay to join in their mischief!!"

"Well, Mr. Pines, at least you finallt get to work with your favorite director!" Soos smiled at Stan as the skeletons started to raise the clay up to his lips, "And by work, I mean suffocate inside a big wad of clay!"

At that, (y/n)'s struggling became more frantic, but any progress he made at breaking free was quickly covered by more clay, the others screaming for help.

That was when Mabel suddenly jumped down from a floor above, a glare on her face, "Hey, one-eye-clops!! Yeah, I'm talking to you, dumb dumb!! Come at me!!" She charged at the cyclops, who charged back, and immediately dove inside its chest of clay, climbing up and popping out of its shoulder.

The cyclops was confused at first, and then afraid when she appeared in front of his face, "Wipe that face off your face!!" She spread the clay all over its face, making it faceless, "Oh, I got big plans for you!!"

In just a few seconds, she had converted the cyclops into the star from her movie, "Hey, skeleton dorks!! IT'S CLAYBACK TIME!!"

The star let out a deep laugh, falling forward and squashing all the skeletons nearby as Mabel hoped off.

With the skeletons distracted, (y/n) managed to break their trap of clay, smiling at her, "Mabel, you did it! You conquered your fears!"

"That's right, because she believed in hersel-!"

"Jam it, Twinkleheart!!" she interrupted before glaring back, "Just start pounding those skeletons!!"

The star did as told, and the group ran over to her as Dipper asked, "So you're not scared anymore?"

"Oh, I'm scared twice as much now! But now I now it's rational!"

Stan let out a sigh, "Kid, I'm sorry I doubted you.. You were right, stop-motion is pure evil!"

"And probably really expensive," Soos added.

Harry nodded at that, "Incredibly expensive."

The group then turned to look ahead, smiling as they enjoyed the fight scene, Soos commenting, "This is an impressive fight though, I'm glad I'm facing towards it!"

Then they gave a round of applause as the star won the fight with one final squash.

~~~End of Story - Your POV~~~

Mabel squeezed Waddles at that, "Never again!!"

I glanced up in thought, "You think Stan's done with the customer by now?"

Mason smiled up at me, "Only one way to find out~"

The three of us exchanged a smile, then rushed downstairs to see what surprise would await us.

Thanks for reading!!! 'Till next time!!!

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