"Come on, come on, come ON!" Mabel urged, tugging her great uncle down the creaky stairs of the Mystery shack. "If we don't hurry, Susan will be offended that you didn't answer the door quick enough?"
"Mabel, who taught you the rules of dating?" Wendy chuckled.
"Me!"
"Oi," Stan sighed, tugging at his collar. "Kiddo, I don't know about this."
"Oh, phooey! You got this, Grunkle Stan!"
The redheaded teen opened the door. Lazy Susan stood at the door, a wide smile on her face. Her makeup was, as usual, over exaggerated, and her usually unmanageable hair was tied into an almost-neat bun. "Hello, Stanford!" she said cheerfully.
"S-Susan!" he chuckled nervously. "You uh…"
Mabel looked up at him and winked.
"…you look…radishing this evening…"
Wendy stifled a laugh. "I think you mean 'ravishing', Stan."
"Shut your yap, Wendy."
"Well, thank you!" Susan giggled. "Why don't we get goin'?"
"Sure thing! Heh-heh…"
The old man gave his niece one last nervous glance before taking Lazy Susan's chubby arm and walking out the door of his home.