"Wow, two hundred dollars for Mystery Shack snow globes in the middle of summer? Cheap!" William said. "I'm surprised, Mister Pines, I thought such quality would cost more!"
"You're right. Wendy, go add an extra zero to the price!"
She complained, "How are you still in business?"
"Totally not tax fraud. . ."
Dipper stumbled into the room, holding up several boxes of merchandise that only an idiot would buy. He announced, "Someone left a box on top of the stairs. I nearly tripped over it and fell on a pile of fake American Indian arrowheads."
"Why did you bring down those boxes of t-shirts?" his uncle asked.
Dipper peeked around the mountain of junk and replied, "You told me to, remember?"
"I never said that."
William whistled, "Wow, this kid's pretty nuts, huh? Pine T-Dipper, you sure you're alright?"
The boy glared at the new employee.
"He's weird, but he's not crazy!" Mabel answered, looking up from the pile of raw sugar packets she had been consuming.
"Wendy, can you pass me a hammer and some nails?" Stan asked.
Wendy didn't look up from her magazine, "Mabel, can you get Mister Pines a hammer and some nails?"
"On it!" she shouted. Mabel rushed up to a high shelf and pulled up a stepping stool. As she pulled down the box of nails and a hammer, she lost her balance and fell off the stool. When she fell, she hit a crate of rocks spray-painted gold. They clattered to the ground with her. "Ow!"
"Kids, amiright?" William laughed.
"I like you," Stan answered.
William continued, "Maybe you two should take a break. The Shack's not a safe place for little children like you! I mean, Sh-Mabel almost got pelted by rocks, Dipper almost fell down the stairs and imagined an order. . ."
"We're not children!" Dipper exclaimed. "I'm twelve! I'm almost a teen!"
Mabel cheered, "Yeah!" A bit of sugar spilled onto the floor. Waddles happily ate it.
"J-Just maybe take five, kids," Stan suggested.
The twins walked out of the building, frowning.
The guy in yellow watched as they disappeared into town, smiling like a weirdo.
It was six in the evening when the twins returned. They sat on the bench outside, acting like mourners at a funeral.
William stepped out of the Shack, carrying a large box of signs to hang up in the woods. He stopped to look at the kids.
"Haha, you okay there, kiddos? Do you need your teddy bear or whatever?"
"I don't like you," Mabel shouted. "You're a buttface!"
William pretended to be offended, "Wow, hurtful."
"You're Bill Cipher!" Dipper stated. "You both have the same eyes, both dress in yellow, have similar names, same everything! Admit it, Bill!"
William put on a look of confusion, "Kid, I know me and this guy have similar names, but I'm not the triangle guy!"
Mabel pouted, "He's never wrong!"
"Keep telling yourself that," William Psyfar concluded, whooshing away with the crate into the woods.
Dipper took out Journal 3 and held it under a pocket black light to read the book of mystery. Previously invisible notes appeared next to the main text. He sighed, "He's right, Mabel. I'm just being silly. This book is ruining my life."
Mabel gasped, "Dipper, did you mention the fact that Bill's a triangle to him?!"
Dipper shook his head, suddenly very alert.
They both dashed to the forest as if chased by a monster.
It was easy to find William. One just had to follow the trail of signs.
"Psyfar!" Mabel yelled when she saw him.
"How do you know Bill is a triangular being if we never told you?!" Dipper ordered.
William laughed nervously, "Kids, I didn't mention anything about triangles! You really are silly!"
Dipper exclaimed, "Admit it, Bill! It's you!"
"Look, I'd love to stay and chat about this game of your's, but-" William began, but tripped over s conveniently placed tree stump.
"I knew it!" Dipper shouted when William Psyfar floated in the air, inches above the ground.