Through The Triplet's Eye: A Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Dipper vs. Manliness

I wake up and drag myself out of my bed reluctantly. As per usual, I brush my teeth and put on a new pair of shorts and a graphic t-shirt. I hear chatter coming drifting out from the gift shop so naturally, I wend my way to the gift shop, seeing the twins, Grunkle Stan and Tyler, the man known for his iconic phrase, 'Get em'.

"Grunkle Stan?" Dipper asks.

"Can we go to the diner? We're huuungry," Mabel whined.

"Huuungry," Dipper bumps his stomach against Mabel's one three times for good measure.

"Yeah, sure. Soon as this yahoo makes up his mind," Stan gestures to Tyler, who was seemingly in a quandary, vacillating between picking the two shirts I was admiring yesterday, the panther and the puma shirt. 'I would also have a tough time deciding between the two to be fair to him.'

"Well, I'm hungry too," I added, startling the twins as they were unaware of my presence.

Dipper crosses his arms. "When did you wake up Magnus?"

"Just now," I reply nonchalantly.

"Do you have this in another animal?" Tyler inquires, pointing at a fur trout on the wall of the Shack.

"I'm fine locking him inside if you are," Stan announces nonchalantly, evidently tired of Tyler's dithering.

The twins nod eagerly while I nod rather reluctantly as it was not the kindest thing to do, but I've always abided by my tenets in life, the main one being my ravenous and voracious appetite took precedence over anything else, except of course, my family.

Hence, I run out of the Shack along with Stan and my triplets, Stan locking the Shack up hastily before we all got into the car and he drives us off to Greasy's Diner at the speed of light.

Time Skip

When we arrive at Greasy's Diner, we alight and make our way into Greasy's Diner, the four of us opting to take up a window-side table. I sat next to Dipper while Stan and Mabel sat directly opposite us. 

"Lazy Susan! There's my little ray of sunshine! Where were you yesterday?" Grunkle Stan questions in an attempt to flirt with Lazy Susan.

"I got hit by a bus!" Lazy Susan exclaimed cheerfully. 

Stan forces a laugh. "Ha ha ha ha! Hilarious!" 

"Thank you." Lazy Susan replies Stan with an idiosyncratic laugh of her own. "Ha ha ha ha hee hee ho ho ho." 

Once her laughter died down, Stan cuts to the chase. "You do split plates, right?"

Lazy Susan lifts her lazy eye to wink at Stan. "Maybe... Wink!"

"Great! We'll all split a one-fourth of the number seven, plus a free salad dressing for the lady, and a small plate of ketchup for the two boys."

I shoot Stan a cold, hard glare. "No, I'm not having that. Could I get the breakfast burrito?"

"Sure thing!" Lazy Susan heads back to the kitchen after jotting down my order.

Stan frowns at me in annoyance. "I already ordered for both of you. You didn't have to do that."
  
"I am a growing kid, Grunkle Stan. I'm not having ketchup, something that is destitute of nutritional value," I told Stan firmly.

Stan grumbled. "Fine, whatever." 

"Grunkle Stan, I want pancakes!" Mabel whined, giving Stan her best puppy eyes. 

Grunkle Stan looked away quickly so as to not be allured by her eyes.

"With the fancy flour they use these days? What am I, made of money? Stan asks rhetorically and immediately after saying that, a dollar note ironically pops out of his sleeves. "Tap tap." Stan hurriedly taps said dollar note back into his sleeve.