It was about 6:00, Friday morning at the Mystery Shack. The sound of hammers and buzz saws filled the air. Banners flapped in the wind as workers struggled to hang them up. It was a chilling 60 degrees, because it was so early.

"Grunkle Stan, the Mysterious Romance Fair doesn't start until 5:00 tonight. Why did you get me and Dipper up at 6:00 in the morning?" Mabel asked, rubbing her tired eyes.

"Hey, you guys got it good." Wendy said, Soos walking behind her with a cup of steaming coffee. "Stan made us get here at 4:00."

"Yeah, dude. And I didn't even go to bed until, like, midnight." Soos added with a yawn.

Dipper looked up at his great uncle, his eyes wide. "Grunkle Stan! Why did you get us all up so ridiculously early?! We still have_" he looked at his watch "_ 10 HOURS until the fair!"

Stan rolled his eyes. "Duh! Do you have any idea how long this is gonna take? The workers haven't even successfully hung up the banner yet! We've got no chance of getting anything done if I didn't get you up this early. You should be grateful that you have a great, wonderful boss like me. And_ HEY YOU! WHERE'D YOU LEARN TO PUT TOGETHER A CORNDOG STAND, MORON SCHOOL? C'MON, PEOPLE! GET IT TOGETHER!" he barked, walking angrily over to a crowd of employees.

"Ugh. I'm so flipping tired." Wendy complained.

"I know, right?! Why couldn't he have woken us up at a natural time, like 8 or 9?" Mabel whined.

"I dunno, dude. Stan can be pretty rough sometimes." Soos said.

"UGH! CAN YOU IDIOTS DO ANYTHING RIGHT?" they heard Stan shout at the employees. Stan's angry face suddenly lit up. He waved the workers off and strode over to the kids. "Say, Wendy. Why don't you call those boys of yours? You know, tattoo arms, blondie, raven-hair, tubby boy. They seem OK. We could use some nice, strong, hardworking young men around here." he said.

"NO. No way. I am NOT calling my friends at 6:00 and waking them up, just to come build a corndog stand." Wendy snapped.

"I see. Well, let's put it this way." He leaned in very close to her face, then yelled "DO IT, OR YOU'RE FIRED!" He scowled at the red-haired girl, then marched back over to scream at the workers some more.

Wendy mumbled some curse words under her breath, pulling out her cell phone. She scrolled through her contacts, reaching a number that read 'Nate Holt and Lee Johansen- 555-0015'. She clicked 'CALL'. It rang about 5 times before Lee's groggy voice came through the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, dude. You and Nate need to get up and come to the shack. Apparently, we're building a corndog stand."

"Wendy, I am not getting up, nor am I waking Nate up to come build a freaking corndog stand."

"He said you have to or I'm fired."

"Not my problem."

"LEE!"

"Oh…fine. You owe us both."

"I know. Bye."

"Bye."

She called Thompson next. She hung up with him, then yelled "THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY, STAN!"

"What about Robbie?" Mabel asked.

"Oh. Yeah." She called Robbie, then hung up. "He was really grouchy. He usually doesn't wake up until about 9:00."

All of a sudden, a motorcycle pulled up to the shack. A boy in a dark hoodie climbed off and brushed his shaggy black hair out of his eyes. It was Robbie.

"Hey, babe. Hey, DipSquirt. Hey, Mabel." he said. Mabel felt her knees melt.

Robbie was her regular babysitter. He had only taken the job because Wendy had talked him in to it. But once he got used to her absurd and honestly annoying behavior, he actually began to enjoy hanging out with her. She could be cool_ at times.

Mabel had also developed a HUGE crush on Robbie during this time. Every time he complimented her, her knees melted. Every time he smiled at her, her heart leaped. She had dreams about him_ some being sweet, some being rather…erotic.

"Hey, baby. You ready to build a corndog stand?" Wendy asked sarcastically.

"I don't want to. But I will, so you can keep your job." he said.

"Aww!"

Next, a red car pulled up to the shack. Out stepped Nate and Lee. Lee was in a red, high-collared jacket, and Nate was in a light blue hoodie. "What is just SO important, Wendy?" Nate snapped.

"She wants us to build a corndog stand." Lee said in an annoyed tone of voice.

Nate glared at Wendy. "THAT'S why you woke us up at 6 AM? To build a freaking corndog stand?"

"Well_ yeah."

Thompson pulled up next, Tambry in the passenger seat. They climbed out and trudged sleepily over to their friends. "Wendy, what could you POSSIBLY want?" Tambry said in a disgusted tone of voice.

Lee rolled his eyes. "She wants us to build a corndog stand. At 6:00 in the morning."

Wendy threw her hands up in defense. "Whoa, guys. I'm not the one who wants to do this. Stan told me I had to call you guys to come help, or I was fired. Not my fault." she said.

"Well, it had better be quick." Nate growled.

Stan spotted the boys and a big smile spread to his face. "AH! GOOD MORNING BOYS! Great to see you! Now, I'm sure Wendy explained why I've gathered you all here. Did she? Great. So_ all you have to do is come over here and put this corndog stand here together. Except you, girl. You, Wendy, Dipper, and Mabel can make corndogs." he said, pointing at Tambry.

Dipper frowned. "Grunkle Stan! Why can't I work with the boys? Why do I have to work with the girls?" he complained.

Stan threw his head back and laughed. "Dipper_ no offense, but your strength is about equal to a six year-old girl's." he laughed.

"WHAT?! That's not true! I'm plenty strong enough! Right, Nate? Right, Lee? Robbie? Thompson?" He looked around at the other boys, praying for them to agree. Maybe they could make Stan change his mind.

Nate looked at the ground. "Uh…I've gotta agree with Mr. Pines on this one, dude."

"WHAT?! Lee, you agree with me, right?"

The tall boy looked at his hands. "I'm with your uncle, little dude. I think you should just help the girls."

Robbie gave a snide laugh. "Oh, definitely. I'd LOVE to see you try and build a corndog stand, you wimp."

Thompson nodded. "Yeah, it's probably best if you take the job that doesn't require hard work."

Dipper scowled at all the boys. "Hey, I am PLENTY strong enough. Right, Soos?" he asked, looking at his friend.

Soos wiped sweat from his forehead. "I dunno, dude. Maybe these guys are right."

Dipper's scowl grew even more intense. "FINE! I'm going to make corndogs. Get ready to eat your words, boys. And a plate of delicious corndogs." He turned on his heel and stomped off toward the kitchen.

Robbie rolled his eyes. "Good thing he came to his senses. The twerp would probably sprain his back trying to lift the wood." he said, getting a rude snicker from Nate and Lee.

"Dude, don't be lame. You could've at least let him try." Wendy said.

Robbie threw his hands up. "Wendy, you have got to be kidding me. That kid can barely arm-wrestle his sister. How would he be able to build a corndog stand? That requires heavy lifting."

"Well, maybe he could have! You guys should've given him a chance."

Nate rubbed between his eyes. "Wendy, it's a little late now. Just go make your pretty little corndogs." he said. Robbie, Lee, and Thompson laughed, and they strode over to Stan to begin their work.

Tambry had already pulled out her phone and logged onto the town's most popular social network, Bookface. "Status update: About 2 make some corndogs with my main girls Wendy and Mabel." she said as she typed.

"And my best bubby!" Mabel said, giving Dipper a squeeze.

Tambry rolled her eyes. "_and Mabel's wimpy brother." she added.

"HEY!" Dipper snapped.

Wendy grabbed ahold of Mabel's hand and pulled her toward the kitchen, before she tried to stand up for Dipper. Tambry got really snappy when people talked back to her.

Tambry walked with them, followed by Dipper. "I'll show those boys. I'll sneak out while the girls are cooking to go help them. Then we'll see who's cute." Dipper mumbled. "Because it's not me."