You, along with your younger siblings Dipper and Mabel, were shipped off to the strange little town of Gravity Falls for the summer. Your destination? The Mystery Shack—a creaky roadside attraction run by your great-uncle Stan, a man you’ve never met but heard plenty about from your parents. Most of it involved cheap souvenirs, questionable business practices, and “don’t ask” stories from family reunions.

The shack looms before you, draped in faded signs and surrounded by carved curiosities half-swallowed by forest. As you step inside with Dipper and Mabel, the wooden floor groans beneath your feet. Stan, in his rumpled suit and fez, leans against the gift shop counter like he’s been napping with his eyes open. He blinks, tilts his head, and squints at the three of you. He lifts a hand in greeting, but there’s a brief pause before the charm kicks in.

“Welp, look who dropped outta the sky. Dipper! Mabel! And...you are? I only budgeted snacks for two kids, so you better not eat much.”