It was a bright summer day. No clouds hung from the sky, making only the surrounding trees offer shade. The Mystery Shack lay lazily in the sun, where a tour had just ended.

"Tell all your friends! And remember, we put the FUN in NO REFUNDS!" Grunkle Stan yelled at the retreating tourists as he counted his dollar bills, which he had collected in a jar. He continued his count as he walked inside, chuckling to himself.

"Heheh, suckers" He stacked each dollar into the cash just as Mabel Pines walked into the room.

"Grunkle Stan, have you seen Dipper?" She asked, her head tilting to the side slightly.

The great uncle only shook his head. "Nada. Ever since your puppet show, he's been a little moppy. Wonder what's bothering him..."

Mabel sighed. "Well, thanks anyway." She receded from the counter and walked outside. Grunkle Stan was right. Ever since the show, Dipper had been quite upset. Mabel found out about the broken computer and watched Dipper's reaction when Soos said he couldn't fix it. Mabel bit the inside of her cheek, looking around. She heard a faint sigh and looked up. At first, she only saw the front of the Shack, but looking a little to the side, she saw her brother's dangling feet. She smiled sympathetically. So there he was, up on Wendy's little secret break spot.

"Hey Dipper!" She called out, and thankfully getting his attention.

"Oh, hey Mabel." He responded loud enough for her to hear. He closed the journal, which he had been reading on his lap and put his neon light in his shorts pocket. Mabel was quiet for a second before remembering why she wanted to see him.

"You wanna ask Stan if he can take us to the Diner? I'm getting hungry..." She said, stretching out the y and grabbing her stomach. She started walking around, bleh's echoing from her mouth as she did what she and her brother did back when they first went to the Diner. Dipper couldn't help but chuckle. He was pretty hungry himself. He checked his watch, nothing it was 12:45. Ya, lunch sounded good to him.

"Sure, I'm coming down!" Dipper said as he got up and stretched, placing his journal in his jacket. He turned and walked up the roof and down the ladder to the gift shop, where Mabel was already waiting. Dipper closed the curtain before Grunkle Stan could notice, as he was just finishing putting all of today's collections into the cash register.

"Grunkle Stan, can we go to the Diner today?" Mabel asked. "I'm starving!"

Grunkle Stan shook his head. "Sorry kids, but I got a lot to do today." He said as he walked past them, heading for the vending machine.

"What do you have to do?" Dipper pushed, raising an eyebrow.

Grunkle Stan picked a quarter from his pocket and put it into the slot, pushing the numbers. "Paperwork, bills, I got another tour coming up." The great uncle groaned at the word "bills"

"But what are we gonna eat?" Mabel persisted.

"Maybe there's something in the kitchen you two can cook up" Stan replied as he pulled out a Pitt soda from the machine.

"Stan, we're 12. We don't really cook things yet."

"Well, better to start learning now so you can give your parent's and me a break from making your meals. Now shoo." Grunkle Stan gently pushed them out into the living room, shutting the door. Dipper rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Come on." before walking towards the kitchen. After a very thorough inspection however, it was confirmed that the Shack was completely empty of any sources of edible goods. Mabel groaned, slumping down into a chair.

"I'm gonna starve!" She whined, suddenly pretending to choke and fell to the floor. "F-F-Food! W-Water! Ah..." She landed on her back, raising one hand toward the sky. "Oh...What is this bright light I see before me? Oh, the agony!"

Dipper rolled his eyes playfully, but his twin was right. What were they gonna do?

"Hey guys" a new voice rang out, making Dipper turn. Wendy strolled into the room, taking one look at Mabel and chuckling. "What's wrong Mabes?"

"We're hungry and there's absolutely NOTHING in this place to satisfy my hunger!" Her stomach agreed, giving a small rumble and making her sigh sadly.

"Well hey! I got just the place!" Again, a new voice interrupted. Soos was at the open kitchen window, a broom in his hands. Dipper smiled. "You do?"

Soos nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled up pamphlet, passing it to the 12-year-old.

"I haven't been there, but I heard it's new." Soos continued as Dipper examined the paper. "It's the Pizzeria just down the street. It's got fun music, singing Animatronics, and from what I heard, great pizza!"

Mabel grabbed the pamphlet out of Dipper's hands before he could read it. "Pizza?!" She squealed happily. Dipper leaned over her shoulder to read it out.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike,

where fantasy and fun come to life.

Enjoy great pizza and sing along with Freddy and his gang.

Besides that, there was the address and the number. 1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR

"We're going!" Mabel announced, waving the paper around.

Dipper grabbed it out of her hands, a serious look on his face. "What about Stan? Shouldn't we at least tell him?"

"Oh come on Dip! You don't want to interrupt his work!" Mabel responded. "Plus, it'll just be a quick lunch!"

"And I'm on my break, so I can take you!" Soos added with a grin.

"Same here, so count me in!" Wendy said.

"Come on Dipper. Are you coming with us or you gonna starve to death?" Mabel pressed on. Dipper looked down at the pamphlet a second time. There was a picture of an Animatronic bear, rabbit, what looked to be a chick, and a pirate fox. The bear looked cheery and happy, yet it sent a chill down Dipper's spine. His stomach growled, rudely asking to hurry up and make the decision. Dipper sighed and replied.

"Fine."