The rest is silence.

Too late he arrives, the door’s properly blocked and barely budges when he throws his weight at it.

 “Stanley Pines, I’m gonna rearrange your teeth when I get in there.  I’m gonna pull your tidy-whities so far over your head you won’t be able to breathe!!”  Can his muffled threats be heard? Hopefully yes.  But if not, at least he gets the element of surprise.  The doors a no go, but maybe… He can jump through the window!

“At least I have teeth to rearrange, denture boy!” 

Low blow. Stanley makes quick work shuffling through Stan’s office, flipping through drawers and digging around the bookshelf. They’re bound to be in here someplace, in a box, maybe? Or perhaps Stan had locked them away in the safe? Dangit. Too many options.

a mix for two brothers and their adventures in an odd town. for the one who got lost, and for the other getting him back.

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Boo, bad pun, terrible, the worst. 

“Finders, keepers and all that jazz.”

A muffled thump (definitely not cos he fell trying to get out of his chair) and then he’s off.  In time to see his good for nothing brother turning the corner.

“Finder keepers doesn’t count with real estate, Stanford!”

“Excuse me?!  I think I can take you regardless of the hell dimension.  I swear to god, if you go anywhere near my office I’m kicking your ass.”  

“Oh ho, the office you say? Well, don’t mind if I do. You know technically it used to be my office!”

“I’m gonna find ‘em, and you ain’t gonna stop me, old man.”

And boopable means it’s cool to boop! Which is, like… just poking. Or squishing. You know, like when you have a little baby and you just have to press your finger against their nose!

Well. Alright I’ll concede that’s a solid word for that feeling. I was always a blowing raspberries on the belly kinda guy. Not much for booping.

Oh sure, they love twins, but Stan and me ain’t identical. The six finger thing doesn’t make me a real good model, it unsettles folks. Which is a shame, because when Stan calls himself ‘the attractive twin’, I know he’s rubbing it in my face that because he’s been paid for his picture, he’s TECHNICALLY right. 

>:C

I think that’s the one. 

(( my answer will always be old starla smooches ))

Mystery twins! 

⇛ “ So, you’re the boss’ twin, huh? ”

The situation is awkward, to say the least. Stan & Dipper had barely explained the situation after the  whole 'gravity-anomaly, government- officials-at-the-Shack, half-the-town- destroyed’ fiasco. And yet somehow,  the teen had ended up alone in the gift shop with the old man’s brother, & with  still very little understanding of what  in the world was going on.

           Yeah. Awkward didn’t even begin            to cover it.

He just barely trusted his twin right now, trusting people he hadn’t shared a womb with?

Ehhhhh. Touchy. 

But he could be civil. He could even try his hand at friendly. Stanley ran six fingers across the stubble on his cheek.

“Last time I checked, yep.”

          ❝The Mystery in The Mystery Shack❝