Stan was poking at a pile of debris with his broom, fighting to get every particle of mess into the dustpan. He considered shouting in frustration. He just didn't know the right way to cut into the uncomfortable, slightly guilty silence that filled the room. He could hear the vending machine's soft electronic buzz. He'd almost forgotten how loud it was.

He felt a sharp poke in his side and nearly jumped. The broom clattered to the ground as he spun around, hands not quite balled into fists but ready.

Mabel had prodded him and was standing there in front of him. She was barely moving, except for her nervous fingers, which were fiddling with a piece of wooden shrapnel.

"Uh, what's up, kid?"

"I know I'm not boss anymore and I really don't want to be, but I have a suggestion, Grunkle Stan," she spoke firmly, staring down at the wood as she worked it between her fingers. She was a pretty confident kid, Stan noted with some degree of pride.

"We haven't finished fixing everything up, and we're gonna, but I think that we should have a break!"

"We don't pay for breaks here, kid. And you're not exactly good at enforcing them. How are you supposed to make sure everyone gets back to work when they won't listen to ya?"

"I think I've got it covered this time, Grunkle Stan. I'm gonna play a song and when it's done, back to work!" It really wasn't all that bad of an idea, he reflected. It was a timed break, everyone got to move around a little, and it would certainly break the silence.

"Beats another minute of mind-numbing labor…" he muttered, rubbing his chin, then shrugged, "Sure, just don't wreck the Shack. And if I hear any of that pretty boy music, it's off. Can't stand the stuff."

Mabel grinned and nodded, running off. Stan leaned on his broom, listening to her pound her way up the stairs. He pushed the broom around in his hands trying to figure out a way out of his end of the bargain. He sighed, it was gonna be embarrassing. But in a way, he was proud. Mabel played a con man and won.

She came back with a boombox and a cassette, of all things.

"Where did you even get those?"

"Shhhh, mystery, my Grunkle, mystery," Mabel laughed at the silliness of her response, setting the boombox on the table and popping the cassette in. She held a hand to her mouth and shouted, "Alright everyone! Dance breaaack!"

A bouncy, vaguely familiar pop sound played. Stan listened intently, head cocked to the side and fingers pressed against his temple. He couldn't quite place it.

Mabel had danced her way over to Dipper. She punched him in the arm and laughed raucously, shouting, "I'm hilarious, right?"

Dipper gave her a scathing glare and retreated to the corner of the room. He hovered in between the larger pieces of furniture, perhaps considering if he could fit behind or inside of anything.

"Aw, common, Dipper, you know you love this song!" Mabel shouted over at them.

Stan continued to stand in the middle of the room, broom clutched in hand. Well, he was going to have to dance later anyway, right? Might as well get over it. But he had to figure out what this song was first. The hook repeated and Stan smashed his hand into his face, upsetting his glasses slightly.

"Aw! Girly Icelandic pop sensation BABBA's Disco Girl! Ugh!" He remembered laughing at Dipper over this song a couple of weeks ago, but honestly, he was pretty sure he'd loved it when it came out. It was still pretty good actually…

He swayed a little in time to the music, not exactly comfortable with dancing.

"You got it, Grunkle Stan, move it! Dipper, common, you gotta try to, I know you wanna!"

Dipper poked his head out from behind the counter when Mabel wasn't looking, arms flailing and hips shaking. This was it. He could dance and make it look like he was goofing on Dipper it was perfect.

Stan started full out dancing and soon got rather carried away. He'd loved dancing in his youth, but had given up on it after his long-term girlfriend had left him. It was just embarrassing after that. All alone and just a little too old to be picking up on chicks at the diner.

The song ended all at once it, seemed. The three Pines froze, two blushing just a little, ashamed of getting too into the music and one smugly grinning, her face passing quickly from one to the other.

"This is one of those times that I really regret not being all prepared like this dork and having eighty thousand cameras!"

"Well, no camera's no proof," Stan grumbled, quickly crossing his arms and morphing his face into a mildly unpleasant frown.

Mabel grinned and pointed up, "Security cameras."

Dipper and Stan shared a quick significant look.

"I'll delete the footage if you let me in the room."

"It's all yours, kid. Just make sure it's gone," Stan pulled the key ring from his pocket and tossed it at the young boy. The fact that he caught it instead of cowering from it was a serious sign of growth to Stan.

Not wanting to draw out the break too long, Stan drew in a deep breath, exhaled loudly, and clapped his hands.

"Alright, back to work with all of you!"

Mabel picked up the broom and tossed him one more mocking smile.

"I'll teach you the song and your little dance later."

Writer's Woes: I wrote this while endlessly listening to Dancing Queen. This was really fun to write and maybe more than a little silly and too long but yeah. I hope you had fun reading it too!

(Takes place after Boss Mabel)

I can't believe I acknowledged Dipper vs. Manliness wow it's weird that is like my least favorite episode and I ignore it a lot...

Anyway...

Stay Strange,

Hillary