"What'ca doing sweetie?"

Stan found his nibling sitting on the porch. She seemed to be humming one of those pop songs Dipper liked. She was staring at something in her hand, Waddles next to her.

"She's dead."

He craned his neck. One of the piglets that Waddles had adopted recently (from somewhere?) laid in her hands. He could see the teeth marks and the red covering its side. "Oh, sweetie." He knelt, reaching for the piglet. "I'm sorry. How about we-"

"No!" Mabel pulled away, eyes wide. "I can fix Charlotte!"

Before he could retort, golden magic surrounded her hands. Stan leaned back, on instinct opening his mouth to yell for one of those demons. Before he could, the glow faded.

The piglet let out a pig version of a gasp. It let out an oink, standing up to rub against Mabel's face. She let out a happy little gasp, cooing over Charlotte. Stan, unsure of what else to do, hugged her and watched her and the pigs.

When the Mystery Shack closed, Charlotte had gathered over a hundred dollars somehow.