It was early morning in the Mystery Shack. Mabel and Dipper were off doing some early morning shenanigans and the other employees would soon be there to start their shifts. Stan sat at the cash register counting the money in his hands.

Muttering numbers under his breath. He briefly looked up, “Heya kid..” he grunted. Not even loosing his place. He neatly stacked the money and placed it back in the register “what’s up?”