The sun was rising once they came out of the hole they hid away in. Stanley was always the first one up as he instinctively turned the coffee pot on first thing. He then would grab the newspaper from across the yard, stretching his back while walking there. He wasn't that old, but it sure felt like it he was almost ninety some days. The newspaper boy was just about to drop it off. Once he say Stanley coming, he let out a sharp gasp before smiling evilly.
"Hey old man!" He mocked him.
Stanley narrowed his eyes. "Yeah yeah." He snapped back. He approached him closer, only for him to pedal away a bit before stopping, then pedaling again and stopping. Stanley clenched his teeth, his lip curling above. He kept following the kid until he was so annoyed and enraged, he grabbed his bike handle this time. "Screw you, kid! Just give me the damn paper!" He pointed with his finger.
The boy sulked a little before shakily handing him the paper. Stanley just ripped it out of his hand. "Thank you. Now get the hell out of here!" He yelled as the boy did exactly that, pedaling away quickly. He watched him disappear quickly around the trees. He was clenching the paper hard by the time he stomped his way back to the shack.
Dipper and Mabel were up now, serving themselves some cereal at the small kitchen table. "Hi Grunkle Stan!" They said in union as he turned his back to them and angrily started to pour some coffee into his cup.
"Hi kids." He grumbled before taking both his paper and cup to his chair in the living room. He sighed before sinking into its yellow plaid. He thought about turning the TV on, but decided not to as he took a sip of his coffee and placed it on the T-Rex skull beside him. He shook the paper and skimmed through the front cover before opening it up.
Ford and Alma would rise from the vending machine door. They paused in the hallway outside of the kitchen, watching the Twins start flinging cereal towards one another. "Catch it, Dipper." Mabel cheered, readying her catapult.
"Alright, alright." Dipper then opened his mouth. "Ready." He gave her a thumbs up with his mouth gaping. Mabel launched it as it hit him dead in the eye instead. "Ow. That wasn't my mouth!" He complained.
Mabel snorted a laugh. "Sorry."
Dipper covered his eye with his hand before removing it and blinking it open. Ford and Alma shared a laugh. "Hey guys." Alma said, entering first as Ford followed suit.
"Hi." Mabel greeted with a fast wave.
Alma joined them at the table and opened her mouth. "Hit me." She said towards Mabel who obliged. She caught it no problem, munching down on it once it hit her tongue. It tasted like peanut butter.
"Score!" Mabel yelled like an announcer. They all then laughed it off.
Stanley could hear the commotion so he went to investigate. To his surprise, he found the twins with Ford and – some girl? Wait – who was this? "Who the hell are you?" They heard the gruff tone of Stanley. Ford spit out the sip of coffee he just took all over the tearing wallpaper.
He instantly stepped up to the plate, pulling his brother to the side. "Stanley, this is Alma. She's an old friend of mine." Ford introduced her as she rose from her chair and offered her hand.
"I've heard so much about you, Stan. It is nice to meet you." Stanley only looked down at her hand. She awkwardly put it away after realizing he didn't want to shake it.
"Wait a minute, you're that girl from the diner." He said while examining her, his eyes narrowing in remembering.
Alma nodded. "Yes that was me."
"What the hell are you doing in my shack though?" Stan pointed out.
"It is my shack, Stanley. Remember?" Ford reminded him. Stanley only brushed it off.
