"All right...it began like this..."

Great Grandmother Pines did not expect twins.

She didn't even WANT twins. After all, a twin was just one more mouth to feed. The parents had been going through a rough spot in their marriage, and were so wrapped up in their own problems that they didn't prepare for a child (let alone two) at all. No baby shower had been thrown. No bibs or rattles or clothes or annoying baby toys had been bought. Sharp objects still littered the floor and no place in the house was baby gated.

They hadn't even decided a name for the youngest one when he was born.

The oldest was named Stanford, after his great uncle. The baby boy was admittedly small for a newborn and looked somewhat like a large pink raisin, but the nurse gushed over him anyway.

But as for the younger twin, they had no name. The mother and father argued for the longest time about what the younger twin was to be named. The father wanted to name him after his father, and the mother wanted to name him after her father (rather like this other book that I am referencing and I will give a cookie to the person who reviews with the correct answer). They argued until Stanford burst into tears while being cradled in the nurse's arms, and the nurse threatened to put both the twins up for adoption if they couldn't decide.

Panicking, the mother named the child Stanley, and that was the end of that.

Neither parent had spoken to each other for two weeks afterward, the mother taking care of Stanley and the father taking care of Stanford. Both parents acted bitter towards each other for the next few years, and the argument never really was resolved.

But that's really none of your concern, now is it?

-Two of a Kind-

"Stanley! HEY, STANLEY! Wake up!"

Stanley Pines awoke to the sound of his brother's shouts. "Never... Lemme sleep forever..." He mumbled, trying to pull the covers over his head. He had been having an interesting dream too...he had forgotten most of it but he remembered seeing a wheel with different symbols scattered around it, with what looked like a triangle floating in the middle. Maybe he would see it again if he fell back asleep...

The faint sound of snoring came from underneath Stanley's blankets. Stanford rolled his eyes, and leapt onto the bed.

The brother jumped on the bed, bouncing the blanket and pillows, making Stanley fall off. With a start, Stanley awoke, staring right into his twin's chocolate brown eyes. "Fine," Stanley surrendered, "where are my glasses?"

The brother mocked confusion, putting a hand to his chin. "Hmmm... I dunno, but if you can't find em, you'll miss the first day of second grade..."

Stanley's pupils dilated. "I FORGOT! Stanford, where are my glasses?" Stanley hurriedly jumped up and flung all the covers off the bed, sending sheets and pillows everywhere. Stanford laughed. "You're so easy to trick! Here they are!" Stanford whipped a rounded pair of glasses out of his pajama pocket.

Stanley pouted angrily and snatched the glasses out of Stanford's hands. 'That's not funny, Stanford. You're going to get in big trouble someday if you keep stealing stuff."

Stanford scoffed and combed his messy brown hair in front of a small mirror. He smirked at his reflection, taking in the scattered brown freckles and small dimples in his smile. "Trouble, Schmouble. I never get caught."

Stanley, who didn't even bothered trying to comb his hair, flung on a blue plaid shirt and overalls and ran out of the room, accidentally grabbing his brother's lunchbox.

The twins got no goodbyes from either of their parents, but neither of them minded. Their parents never paid much attention to them anyway. Stanford was too busy running to catch up with his brother, trying to get his lunchbox back (to which Stanley replied, "Why do you care!? I made them exactly the same!") and Stanley already had his nose buried in a book. Stanford rolled his eyes at this sight, then looked skyward.

It really was a beautiful morning. It had rained hard the previous night, but now a warm, gentle breeze drifted through the early September air. Puddles were scattered throughout the streets, and Stanford kept himself busy by jumping from puddle to puddle, seeing if he could splash Stanley. His faded red trainers were soaked, but Stanford laughed satisfyingly when he finally made his twin look up from his book.

Stanley smirked, dogeared his page, and put the book away in a messenger bag. He rolled up his sleeves. Stanford's eyes widened. "Oh, no..."

With a high-pitched battle cry, Stanley lept from the sidewalk and landed in an enormous puddle, drenching his brother. Stanford, laughing, jumped from puddle to puddle, trying to avoid his brother. The two hopped all the way to their elementary school, drenched but happy.

-The Calm Before the Storm-

The secretary in the front office looked down condescendingly at the twins. "You're late, Stanley and Stanford Pines."

Stanford waltzed over to the desk, and put his arm on the corner. He smirked, giving what he thought was a winning smile. "It's the first day, lady, cut us some slack."

The secretary pushed Stanford's arm off her desk. Stanley noticed she had an expensive-looking diamond ring on her right hand. "You're twenty minutes late, AND soaking wet! What did you do, swim here? Get to class NOW or I will get the principal involved."

Stanford glared daggers at the secretary, but Stanley grabbed his arm before he could retaliate and walked out of the office towards their classroom.

"She may be a jerk, but she's not very observant." Stanford commented, hands in his pockets. With a start, Stanley remembered the ring on the secretary's hand. He turned towards him, shocked. "You didn't..."

"I did." Stanford pulled out the diamond ring and raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you're going to make me give it back, right?"

Stanley gave a small smile. "Nope. Keep it. I didn't like her either."

Stanford grinned and pocketed the ring. "You can be a big dork, but you're all right, Stanley."

The smaller brother spread out his arms. "Awkward Sibling Hug?"

"Awkward Sibling Hug." Stanford agreed. They hugged. "Pat Pat." They said simultaneously.

"That was weird." Stanley said. Stanford nodded. "Let's never do that again."

Suddenly, the secretary's voice was heard in the distance, but very loud. "WHERE'S MY RING?! YOU TWO TWINS GET BACK HERE!" Both the twins' eyes dilated, and they looked at each other in shock.

"Run." The twins scampered towards the other end of the school.

"When looking through my looking glass, I spied a trusted face. Alas, not to be confused for him am I. Beware, therefore, the Gemini."

-The Mysterious Benedict Society

I know, I know. I should be working on my other fanfics...

BUT ITS STANLEY PINES! HE IS TOO COOL TO BE MISSED!

STANLEY IS MY FAN CHILD. IF HE IS CANON I WILL SCREAM. (Total fangirl moment there...-blushes-)

I see Stanley having a personality very much like Dippers, and Stanford's like Mabel. I Also found this post ( post/108439823562/mystery-trio-personalities) by Crispy Star on Tumblr, and it's really cool! It helps a lot when I'm trying to write dialogue between the mystery trio, and its a great resource to have when you're trying to incoperate their personality into their everyday life. It's also worth mentioning that I have the EXACT SAME PERSONALITY TYPE AS STANFORD LOL. it's kinda freaky... SO I AM FULLY QUALIFIED TO RP AS HIM YOU GUYS. LIKE REALLY.

Interesting Fact: In this story, Stanford has a condition called Kleptomania. That means he steals stuff a lot... Stanley may bring this up in a future chapter.

EDIT: I found out after I posted this that Alex Hirsch actually based Grunkle Stan off his kleptomaniac grandfather. I knew about the grandfather part...but not the kleptomania part! Geez, am I physic or somethin'? Just set up a Tent O Telepathy and call me Gideon Gleeful! (Please don't call me Gideon Gleeful...)

Anyway, please tell me how I did! I will continue this for sure!

See you,

StarRod