"So, uh... friend, where's my sweet sunshine Mabel? I want to wish her a happy birthday, too!"

"Ooookay, if you say you don't have any bad intentions at all...I believe you." Dipper crossed his arms. "Thank you for the birthday wishes. Er, Mabel's in the living room with Waddles. Any funny moves, you know what happens."

He's got a lovely present for his lady friend, tucked away in his sleeve. "Happy birthday, Ma... bel?" He enters the living room... but she's not there, and all that crosses his mind is sabotage.

"Rinse out the trash this hick dump has made you use," handing Gideon a bottle of Pure Man hairspray, "and try this."

"An' you mean to tell me this'll keep my hair lookin' flawless for at least the next eighteen hours?"

They're annoying menaces

As a twin himself, he'll not take this slanded sitting down. Especially not from some gussied-up country bumpkin who claims he's a psychic.

Clearly, the kid must be mistaken. He thinks he's talking to Stanley, coming to defend his little niece and nephew. It'd be real sweet if they weren't the cause of his frustration.

"You must have the wrong Stanford Pines, kid. Mister Mystery's my brother. I, on the other, six-fingered hand, have a doctorate and years of scientific research, thank you very much!"

Woo-wee! He wipes a tear from his eye. "Step aside, old man, this is a young man's game!"

As a twin himself, he'll not take this slanded sitting down. Especially not from some gussied-up country bumpkin who claims he's a psychic.

Clearly, the kid must be mistaken. He thinks he's talking to Stanley, coming to defend his little niece and nephew. It'd be real sweet if they weren't the cause of his frustration.

i got the sight, and ive seen the light, and im gonna see the coming day- when the sun in the sky is a spotlight just for ✨ ME ! ✨

"...what are you up to?" A part of him should be thankful for the birthday wish but another part of him is wary.

"So, uh... friend, where's my sweet sunshine Mabel? I want to wish her a happy birthday, too!"