Gleeful mansion mystery

We're animals man

Outside the rain pounded outside the mansion walls, it sounds like a escaped asylum patient had their way with a machine gun. She swore any second it would break the glass. Mabel turned her attention away from the window back to guest list. Cute boys, all caged against their will without any suspicion for her picking. A hot dish presented quite nicely. "I have to admit great uncle Ford, you've done a fantastic job on the guest list.. A nice contrast of things that peak both our interests, your business and mine." She let out a chuckle, she couldn't wait till this evening. Though all the boys were mediocre compared to her gide-pig ("I may or may not have went through some private files, set some spells around his mystery pen.").

"I thought you'd appreciate that mabel." her Great uncle ford grinned. He evaluated their servant's work meticulously. He noticed a small error and yanked the servant's throat to hold him up. "the oyster forks are supposed to be at an angle, we're not animals you mongrel.". The "mongrel" trembled and cowered as the six fingers dropped him. He jumped to the fork to fix his mistake. Mabel could've swore she read his lips to say"not again.. ". That should teach it, it should know better than to cross her great uncle.

But not everyone knew this like she did. From around the corner the other one ,Stanley Gleeful, her other Great uncle rushed to the servant's side. He got it's hand and lifted him back up with a smile. Dipper followed behind about to speak before he read the room and drew himself to a stoic stance. Stanley eyed him peculiarly and patted the servant's back to shoo him to different work.

"What are you doing showing yourself here Stanley. " Stanford gleeful demanded.

"Can't I speak to my great nephew? and potentially save one of your employees, what happened to you sixer.."

Ford growled and latched onto his amulet. "say that again, you shouldn't be up here..." Mabel zoned out of his droning words and focused back to dipper. "talking to Great uncle Stanley? She said pulling him to the side.

"No Mabel ,he spoke to me. Preaching like he always does, ignorant fool" he said cracking on his last words. He shook his head.

"I'm more experienced with spells and lies than you Dipper. It's obvious this wasn't the first time you've spoke with that idiot. "

"No mabel I swear-" As if Dipper planned, before she could outrage the whole room seemed to preform a perfect distraction. Plates and silverware threw themselves around willy nilly crashing into things like a bad dancer steps on their partner's feet. The sets of gleeful twins dodged the dishes and ran for any possible cover

Mabel grabbed her amulet in attempt to counter the new life given to these objects, but she couldn't get a stable hold on the countless things heading for her. "We should be able handle this right?!" mabel screamed so Stanford could hear her above the orchestra of kitchen utensils.

Stanford, loosing his temper grabbed his amulet and froze the room. "This may be a problem spells can't fix. But surely something could stop this nonsen-" Her great uncle fliched as his amulet cracked from strain. Mabel gasped as she was next for the picking. She was lifted feet of the floor. She thrashed about and was thrown against the wall. She dropped with a thud right on her special pendant. She winced for a second before a big smile gathered itself on her face .

"or someone".