Ford's Daughter? (Discontinued)

The Mystery Shack Is Born

(Stanley's P.O.V.)

The kid hasn't stepped out of her room since Stanford and Stella left. She would only come out for food and to go to the restroom. She reminds me so much of Ford with her six fingered hand and her brown hair, heck even her glasses remind me of him.everyday I'm trying to get them back. "U-Uncle St-Stan?" I heard her from behind me. "Yeah, kid?" I turn to her. "We ran out of food..and I'm really hungry." She muttered. I could tell she was shy, but I didn't want to see her starve to death. "Okay, I'll go out for a little bit and see if I can buy us some food." I told her. She nods her head and walks back upstairs. I follow her and grabbed my jacket from the chair in the kitchen. I zipped it up and left the shack.

God, it's cold out here. A few people look at me so I pull my hood over my head. I went into Dusk 2 Dawn and searched for something edible for me and the kid. I grabbed bread and set it on the counter. "Just the bread there, there stranger?" The lady asked me. "That will be 99 cents." She told me. I dug into my pockets for some money. I pulled out a coin, a paper clip, and something else. "Hey, that's no stranger, that must be the mysterious science guy that lives in the woods!" A lady pointed out. Everybody in the store was now looking at me, murmuring rumors about Ford's shack. "U-uh, n-no, you got the wrong guy," I pull the strings and try to hide my face. "I heard strange stories about that old shack," one of them murmured loudly. "Yeah; mysterious lights, spooky experiments," another added. "Gosh, I'd pay anything to see what kind of shenanigans you get up to in there," an old man spoke. "Oh, me too! Do you ever give tours?" The lady who started this asked me. "N-no, really I.." I looked down at my hand with what I had. I started to think about the kid and wonder how hungry she is right now. I sigh, turned around and said, "Yes, I do give tours! Ten-no, no, fifteen bucks a person." They pulled out fifteen bucks, waving them at me to give them a tour. Maybe this wasn't going to be a bad idea after all if I pull this off. "Sir!" The lady called. "What did you say your name was again, you man of mystery?" She asked dreamily. "Oh, Stan..Ford..Stanford Pines."

I led the group of tourist into the shack. The kid was drawing on the ground. "Aw, is that your daughter? Where's your wife?" Someone asked me. The kid looked up at me and hugged me. "Uncle Stan, who are these-" "Why yes! She is my daughter! T-Tiffany!" I lie. She looked confused at me. "Step right up folks to a world of..enchantment." I announce awkwardly. I take out a machine of some sort. "Behold the, um, nerdy science box." I set it down on a table. The lady from earlier looked at it and something shocked her left eye. "I-I can assure you, that is no way permanent." I lie again. "I paid fifteen dollars for this?!" Everyone started to demand for refunds. I quickly found a skeleton and some clothes and accessories. "You're lucky you weren't part of the last tour group," I put the shirt and glasses on the skeleton. "they never made it out alive! Heh, right?" It was silent for a moment, and they started to laugh. Soon, they left. "Uncle Stan, why did you lie to them?" Tiffany asked me. "Look, kid, I have a plan, but I need you to trust me." She looked reluctant about it but then nodded. "Good, and I know what to do with your father's house." I grab her shoulders softly while kneeling down. "Are you going to sell the house?!" She questioned. I assured her that I wasn't going to sell the house, but to now call me her "dad" until I could get her father back.