"I'm so boooooored," Mabel complained. Her brown hair was spread out in every direction as she spun on top of a globe of the world. Her sweater caught on a loose pencil point and caused a cup of writing supplies to fall over. She slipped off the sphere with a huff to clean up her mess.
"Uh, you can knit matching sweaters for you and your pig," her brother, Dipper, suggested. "Or help me solve the mysteries of my book." He held up a journal with torn, yellowing pages. The redish cover had a six-fingered hand of gold with a "3" on it.
She answered, "I'll go get my yarn and needles." Mabel left quickly. She returned with balls of yarns of every color and sat down in front of the cash register.
Well, she wasn't going to be helping her twin brother any time soon.
Wendy had the decency to glance up from an issue of "Avoid Eye Contact Monthly". "What are you gonna put on this one? A double rainbow?" she smiled.
"I was thinking more of a kitten playing football, but maybe a double rainbow with a bunch of unicorns isn't bad. How about matching sweaters so that if we hug, it makes one big picture-" she told everybody, but no one was paying attention.
Waddles squealed in pig as Stan walked into the door.
"Darn pig."
Mabel waved in her usual overly eager fashion, "Hey, Grunkle Stan!"
He ignored her. "I have some big news. I'm-"
Mabel overreacted, "You're firing us? No! Please! I'm begging you!"
"Relax, Mabel, he's not firing anyone," Dipper assured her. "Right?" He glanced suspiciously at his uncle.
"No."
Mabel saw some pink shreds of crumbled paper fly into the "complaint department" and land on top of some half-eaten hamburger.
"Point is, I'm hiring somebody. He's being paid a dollar an hour."
Wendy inquired, "Isn't that below minimum wage, Mister Pines?"
"So I make under minimum wage?" Dipper exclaimed.
"Nooooo. . ."
"But I did research for school and-" Mabel began.
"You researched wrong. And never mention this again."
"Okay!" Mabel smiled. She pointed at the door. "By the way, there's someone there."
"Kids, meet William Psyfar!" Stan announced, opening the door.
Dipper took one look at the new cat-eyed employee and said, "We're doomed."