From 123lionclan: "YAAAY! Okay, I haven't done any suggestions in a while, so... First one: Gildeon's reaction after he finds out about the Mystery trio (and that Stanford has the first journal). Second one: One about Carla (Stanford's girlfriend that we see in various flashbacks), past or present."

Okay, I had a really funny idea to write with that Gideon idea so... I'm going to choose that over Carla, sorry. Besides, I haven't written about this deranged child in a long while. (also it gives me an excuse to write Stanley MWAHAHAHA) The one-shot is set after Not What He Seems (the circumstances in this are only theoretical given that we have no clue what will happen after that episode until summertime).

Double and Triple Trouble

Breaking out of the prison after that weird phenomena three days ago had been easy, especially since everything was in shambles. Gideon had laughed the entire time he had rode on Ghost Eyes' back out the door. Finally. Now he could do what he had been longing to do ever since he had arrived in that gloomy place: get revenge on a particular pair of twins and their great-uncle.

But first he had to change out of this god-awful orange jumpsuit (tangerine just wasn't his color).

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Stanley Pines groaned at the sound of incessant knocking at the front door to the Shack. He definitely wasn't used to answering the door after being alone for thirty years in that other dimension. He fought back a shudder as memories flashed in his head. No, he didn't want to remember that. He was trying to forget that place. Besides, he was back now and things had to be fixed around here in town before the end came (which it was certainly bound to, given that his idiot brother just hadn't listened to his warnings).

He opened the door and frowned, looking down at a small boy with really big white hair in a suit. Even stranger was the large group of prisoners in jumpsuits standing What even...?

"Aha! Stanfo - !" The kid stopped midsentence and stared at him with the same amount of confusion. "Wait... you're not Stanford. Unless you traveled back in time about fifty years..."

"Thirty, munchkin," Stanley said. "And I'm not Stanford, I didn't travel back in time. I'm Stanley."

The boy raised an eyebrow. "There's a difference?"

He was starting to dislike this kid.

"I'm his twin brother."

The boy's eyes bulged and he laughed nervously. "Y-You must be joking, surely! Stanford Pines doesn't have a broth - !"

"Yes, he does," the man said patiently, leaning against the doorframe.

"No - "

"Yes."

"But it's imposs - !"

"Nothing is impossible, munchkin."

The kid growled, but it really wasn't intimidating. "Stop callin' me that!"

"Why are you here anyway?" Stanley was starting to grow bored of this pudgy stranger. "What's with the prisoners? Just escape from jail?"

It was almost amusing to see him puff out his chest like he was a big shot. "Why, yes, actually. My name is Gideon Gleeful and I - "

"Lee, who's at the door?" grumbled his twin, wearing nothing but his wifebeater and boxers as he came into view. His eyes widened slightly before narrowing at the little kid when he spotted the visitor. "Oh, it's you. How did you get out of jail?"

"Stanford! Aha!" Gideon seemed relieved by the sight of a normal familiar face. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, I do. That's why I asked, you little gremlin."

Stanley sighed. "Does he bother you a lot like this?"

"Oh, you haven't even seen the worst of it yet."

Gideon growled again. Clearly he did not like being ignored.

"Stanford Pines, you will pay for everything you have done. You and your family shall pay recompense for these insults - !"

"I see you're still using that word-a-day calendar, bucko," Stanford muttered with an eye roll.

Gideon's eyes practically bulged out of his pudgy skull as he turned a bright pink. "You are going to pay for this, Stanford! You and all of your family!"

"I think you already hit on that, munchkin," Stanley pointed out with a smile twitching at the edge of his lips.

"I AM NOT A MUNCHKIN!"

Stanford snickered and patted Stanley on the back. "Oh, I missed you, Lee."

Gideon frowned and eyed the two, clearly frustrated with the twins. "You're brothers."

"Yes, we talked about this as well," Stanley reminded him, enjoying how the kid gritted his teeth angrily.

"I don't believe - "

"Stanford! Oh, good!" Without any warning, Fiddleford McGucket raced up the lawn, completely disregarding the goons around him (who tried to keep up the menacing look because they had no idea what was going on anymore) as he scampered up the porch. "Wait, you found Stanley too!"

"Good to see you again, Fiddleford," Stanley greeted, a small smile gracing his lips.

Fiddleford nodded, his fidgety posture telling the man that he was holding himself back of hugging him outright. "I wish we could have met again under better circumstances. I'm afraid it's coming. The big it!"

"The apocalypse?" The older white-haired man nodded. "Yeah, I know. We're going to need to hunker down and get all the supplies we need if we're going to survive this."

"What in - ? Heavens to Betsy, what is going on here?" shrieked Gideon, whom all three had forgotten about. "You all know each other? And what is this about an apocalypse?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, kid," Stanford said mockingly with a huge grin.

Gideon snarled back, face bright red, "Yes! That's why I asked!"

Fiddleford decided to ignore the small kid and instead started talking to Stanley once more. "Do you both have the journals? We may need them still."

"Dipper's got the third and we've got the other two," Stanley reassured him, not noticing how Gideon froze and looked as if he were about to faint. Stanford pressed his knuckles against his mouth so he wouldn't burst out laughing, but it was growing difficult the longer he stared at Gideon.

"Oh, good! I've got the laptop too, it's picking up major readings all over. Most of them are by the caves, but they're quickly spreading! We don't have much time, we should talk inside."

Gideon squeaked out, "You have the journals? You had the journals this whole time, Stanford?!"

"Oh, yeah," Stanford teased, bending down slightly to meet the boy's eyes better as Stanley and Fiddleford headed indoors. He smiled widely, relishing in the kid's shocked and outraged expression. Oh, he sort of missed this. "Have fun enacting your revenge or whatever, munchkin! That's right, I know big words too!"

With that he slammed the front door in Gideon's face. The last thing the inhabitants of the Mystery Shack heard was: "I AM NOT A MUNCHKIN, STANFORD PINES!"

...I have a weird sense of humor.