We'll Meet Again...

Wish You the Worst But You Already Are

Warnings: emotional distress? idk if there are any warnings for this chapter. OH! that one stan scene with 'mr belly' *shudders* gross.

Word count: 2144

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"Hey, kids! Come here!" I hear grandpa call out to us. I was just heading inside when he called for us. I head into the living room, the twins bolting down the stairs, racing each other, we see what he wanted.

A commercial about Mabel's ex-boyfriend, Gideon Gleeful. 'Child psychic extraordinaire or whatever that means. He's a phony is what he is.

"He's not psychic," Grandpa grumbles, "I can see a scam a mile away."

"Because you're the largest?" I ask, laughing at my stupid joke.

"Yeah! Exactly!" he affirms, "Wait, what?"

We watch as the commercial talks about a new location or whatever that's opening at the Mystery Shack. "Do we have to worry about that, Grunkle Stan?" Dipper asked.

"No. Guy's an idiot," he assures us.

"Remember when he tried to date me and then went crazy and tried to kill Dipper, because I do," Mabel says, looking around the room at all of us. 

Yeah, Gideon is an idiot and he won't be able to mess with us.

There was a knock on the door and I hop up to answer it but grandpa pushes me out of the way, putting his fake eyepatch over his glasses. He opens the door, saying, "Welcome to the Mystery Shack!"

"Stanford Pines?" the man asked him. 

"Oh no! The tax collector! He's found me!" he runs into the living room and grabs a bag of money hidden behind a painting. I was not aware of this cash at all. He starts pressing the wall behind it, yelling, "Where's the trapdoor?!" 

Good god, grandpa. Since when do we have a trapdoor?

"No! I'm not the tax collector!" the man says, entering our house without permission. "I'm with Big Cash Prizes Company and you, Mr. Pines, are our big winner!" he announces. Then a bunch of women comes in with balloons and a giant check. There are also cameras behind everyone else. "Just sign here," the man says, holding up a clipboard.

Grandpa grins widely, "Wow! My one and only dream is to win a large sum of money!"

"We're rich!" the twins high-fived each other.

This smells like Gideon. Like, literally. I can smell his expensive cologne.

Grandpa pulls a pen out of his pocket. "Don't sign it," I tell him, giving him a look.

"Come on, Vickie. Don't be a Debbie Downer," he tells me and signs it. I sigh and Gideon bursts through the giant check, all theatrical and showy. 

"What did I tell you?" I exclaim.

"Finally! The Mystery Shack is mine!" Gideon cackles, taking the clipboard from my grandpa. 

Grandpa smiles cheekily, looking at Gideon, "You might want to double check that..."

Gideon looks down, "The Mystery Shack has been wherefore signed away by... 'SUCK A LEMON LITTLE MAN'?!" Gideon snaps the clipboard with his knee and slams it down on the floor. He puts his arms up and his stupid goons pick him up and carry him out of there.

"Told ya kids. He can't get me. I'm too good," he chuckles, then sits back down in his chair, continuing to watch his show.

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A couple of days later, Mabel and I were working on some sort of craft on the porch she suggested to me. Honestly, I'm not sure what it is, but it's been fun so far.