"You call this a made bed, Dipper?" Stan crossed his arms. "This looks like a bear slept in it, and I'm speaking from experience!"

Mabel giggled. "Give him a break, Grunkle Stan. Have you seen his bed in the attic? I don't think he's even washed it the whole time we've been here!"

"What? I have!"

"When?"

"...Several times! You just didn't see it. Why-why does it matter, anyway?"

"Hehe, you're blushing."

"No, I'm not." Dipper held the sheets up to hide his burning cheeks. "Grunkle Stan, why are we suddenly doing a B&B anyway?"

"Think about it, kid; you're a wallet- I mean, tourist – stuck deep in the middle of nowhere. The sun's going down, and you'll want somewhere to stay, and you won't be too picky about the quality... or the price!" He rubbed his hands together in glee. "I should've unblocked that spare bedroom years ago! Anyway, I've gotta go glue down everything valuable in this house in case our guest gets any ideas. You two, keep makin' the bed!"

"Sure thing, Grunkle Stan." Dipper rolled his eyes. "I totally want some random person staying over or whatever."

"Aww, Dipper. I think it'll be fun!"

"How, exactly?"

"Meeting new people is awesome! What if they're a new friend to talk about cute boys with? What if...they are a cute boy?"

"Somehow, I'm doubtful of that."

Mabel stuck out her tongue. "Don't be such a downer, bro bro! This is gonna be an adventure! Also, you put the pillowcases on inside out."

Little did Mabel know, she was right. About both statements.

Another day at the Mystery Shack passed without too much excitement. Stan tried peddling his new accommodation, but strangely enough people didn't seem too keen on it – maybe it was the waiver. Somebody was almost sold, but Stan found he had glued the only pen in the Gift Shop to the cash register, and in the ensuing search for another one the guest became bored and left.

By the end of it all, Stan was in a thoroughly bad mood.

"I can't believe not one person wanted a room! Suckers don't know what they're missing." He stalked over to the 'we are open' sign and tried to turn it over; unfortunately, he had also glued that firmly to the glass. "Argh, this is gonna be happening for months. I could've used that glue for attractions!"

Mabel ran over to her Grunkle. "Don't be angry, Grunkle Stan! You gotta turn that frown upside down!"

"Not gonna happen, kid."

"Do it for Mabel!"

Dipper looked over from the cash register; his great uncle really did look in need of cheering up. "Maybe, um, someone'll come tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Grunkle Stan! Now you better start smiling before I grab your face!"

"Maybe you kids are right." Stan straightened and began to unbutton his suit. "Anyway, enough about work. How's about the three of us settle down in the living room and see what's on TV, huh?"

Dipper and Mabel nodded in agreement, and they were just heading out when the roar of an engine came rumbling up their drive. They looked outside to see a very battered red car coming to a halt in front of the Mystery Shack.

"Who's she?" Mabel pressed her face to the glass as a woman got out and looked around. Stan grabbed his suit from where he had hung it from the rack.

"Let me handle this, kids. It's probably some lost tourist I can charge for directions." He opened the door. "Welcome to the Mystery Shack! What can I interest you in; maps, trinkets, maybe a little tour? We just closed, but a little money goes a long way, y'know?"

The woman smiled, throwing on a big fur coat she had been carrying in one arm. "Hi! I'm looking for a place to stay. I heard from town that you have a room?"

Stan lit up. "We do! Since you're pretty late, I'm gonna have to charge you extra-"

"That's fine!"

"Then come in! Dipper, fetch me a pen!" He stopped for a moment to consider the car outside. "Uh, do you need us to call a mechanic or something? That car looks pretty beat up."

"Oh, it's fine. I like to call this my getaway vehicle." She gave the bonnet a few pats before heading for the door. "Now, what's for supper?"