Boss Mabel

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"Ladies and gentlemen, we now return to Cash Wheel! Sponsored by Chipackerz, the chip flavored crackers!"

"But they taste just like chips!" Mabel gasped, as her and Waddles shared a pack of Chipackerz.

On the television, a contestant spun the wheel and it landed on-

"Cash shower!" Both the television and Stanley exclaimed.

Fiddleford Hadron McGucket-Pines - who was sat on the back of the chair - smiled at his husband.

On the TV, money rained down on the man. When the other two contestants reached for the money, he slapped and punched them away.

Stan chuckled. "I like that guy's style."

"Mr Pines! We got tourists at 9 o'clock!" Soos called from the gift shop. "A whole bus load of them!"

The old man jumped to his feet, placing his fez on top of his head.

"Hot tamales! It's a jackpot! Soos! Make some new attractions!"

"You got it boss!" Soos gave thumbs up, before gluing a wolf head to a chicken's body.

"Wendy! Mark up those prices! The higher the better!"

She rolled her eyes, adding a zero to the end of a $2 price tag.

"Higher!"

She added a second zero, bringing the price up to $200.

"Bleed 'em dry!"

"Yeesh, Grunkle Stan!" Dipper winced. "It's like when you look at tourists all you see are wallets with legs."

"That's not true!" Stan declared before looking out the window, suddenly transfixed by the tourists.

Fidds and Dipper exchanged a shrug before-

"BLAHHHHHHHH!"

"Clean up on the front lawn!"

Dipper sighed, picking up a bucket and mop, oddly enough, and heading out the front door.

Fiddleford stood in the gift shop, answering questions and giving secret discounts while Mabel worked the till

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Fiddleford stood in the gift shop, answering questions and giving secret discounts while Mabel worked the till.

"Behold! Mystery Shack bumper stickers! You can stick 'em on your bumper, or over your husband's mouth. Am I right, ladies? She knows what I'm talking about!"

She pointed out a random woman, who chuckled.

"Oh! You are bad! How much?"

"Hey, it's on the house," said the twelve year old coolly. "That's the Mabel difference!" She winked. "Thanks for visiting!"

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