A/N: IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I LAST READ OVER MY OWN WORK. I REALLY LIKE THIS SETTING.
"What? And you didn't think I needed to know about this back when it actually happened? Oh no, I understand. The strange old uncle that nobody likes - he doesn't have to know! No, no, I definitaly understand," rages Stan, voice loud enough that it drifts upstairs and through the walls. "Why on Earth would I possibly need to know that my neice and nephew were in a fire?"
There's a moment of silence. Dipper glances at his twin, opens up the notebook.
"Oh no, Carol, no need to apologize! I understand perfectly well that I was not on a need to know basis! I'm sure that Steven was insistent on being quiet about it. After all, he wouldn't want people to think that he's not home to take care of and look after his own children!"
Something glass shatters. Wincing at the sound, Mabel sits down beside her twin.
"How ridiculous," continues Stan, and he sounds more furious by the minute. "I mean, it's not like he spends all of his time at the office, right? No, of course not! So he must have been home with the kids! I bet he's just burnt to cinders, isn't he?"
Another lapse of silence. Dipper wonders if anyone is regretting not telling Stan yet. He thinks they must be.
"Well, it's been great talking to you! Please, go back to whatever important, important thing you were doing! I'm sure whatever it is, it's much more pressing than informing me that they need medication while they're in my care!"
Another crash. A faint ring. It sounds like the telephone's hit the ground. Mabel thinks, this is going to be a long visit.