"Hey Dipper, you missed a spot." Wendy pointed out a puddle of eyeball juice next to her. Dipper was frustrated inside, but he didn't want Wendy to know. He faked a smile and wiped the area with a mop.

"Thanks Wendy! I would like, have never noticed that spot until you pointed it out to me, so I give you my thanks for telling me!" Dipper cursed in his mind. Why do I always act like such an idiot around her? He thought. Wendy gave him a funny look, then casually went back to reading her magazine. Dipper finished and took a step back to survey the floor when he stepped on something squishy. He lifted his shoe to find a wad of some gooey substance stuck to it. He groaned in disgust as he wiped the squished eyeball off his shoe with the carpet that had a pyramid on it. Stan came in with Mabel, who was holding Waddles. He looked like he had fell through a chimney flue that had glue and hair clippings at the bottom. Stan's attention was aimed at Dipper.

"What's the problem with you kid?"

Dipper only managed to get a little bit of the goo off. Wendy answered for him,

"Someone, like, knocked over the jar of eyeballs and I asked Dipper to clean it up."

"And now I've got this eyeball stuck to my shoe and I, like, can't get it off!" Dipper took off his shoe and rubbed it repeatedly. Mabel laughed.

"And you just let them get away with it?!" Stan yelled in disbelief. Wendy shrugged.

"No pay for two weeks, Wendy."

This got Wendy's attention.

"Wait, what?!"

"You're not deaf, you heard me. It's a waste of oxygen to repeat what I said over and over again. Now why don't you get rid of that magazine and get to work before I delay your paycheck for two more weeks!"

Wendy growled and stuffed her magazine into a drawer. Dipper finally managed to get the eyeball off his shoe.

"Gee, that took, like, forever!"

Stan was deep in thought, formulating a fast new way to earn money. Dipper took notice of him.

"Grunkle Stan, are you okay?"

Mabel noticed too,

"Yeah, I like, never seen you think this much!"

Bingo! An idea popped in Stan's mind.

"New rule for the mystery shack: Whenever someone says the words "like" or "wait" in this building, they owe me ten bucks."

"Wait a second, what?" Dipper asked quizzically.

"You owe me ten bucks Dipper."

"Whoa—what? I didn't know that we'd start, like, now! Wait, did I say lik—Oh c—" He covered his mouth before he could say any more. Stan lit up at his brilliant plan.

"Thirty bucks already?! I should have thought of this days ago! Wanna keep talkin' boy?"

Mabel was cracking up. Wendy didn't hear anything of what was going on because she was listening to music on her mp3 player—Stan never said she couldn't do that.

"So, where's my money?" Stan asked greedily. Dipper sighed and took out his wallet. Before he could open it, Stan snatched it from his hand and ran towards the door.

"Wait! That's my allowance money! You can't just like, run away with it!"

Stan ran outside, screaming: "Try to catch me, sucker!" Mabel was laughing so hard that she was squeezing the life out of Waddles. She realized this in a split second and let go of him.

"Wait,wait, like like wait, like, wait, like, wait wait like!" she said, mocking Dipper,

"How much money was in you wallet anyways?"

"Like, $100 bucks or som—hey, wait, Grunkle Stan!" Dipper ran out the door on a mad dash for his money. Mabel picked up Waddles and rubbed him on the head.

"C'mon Waddles, it's bath time!"