The night was alive with energy at the Mystery Shack's Scary-oke night. The old, quirky establishment was filled with locals and tourists alike, all eager to show off their vocal talents or just have a good time. Stanley Pines, the charismatic and often grumpy owner of the Mystery Shack, had been busy setting up the stage and ensuring everything was ready for the evening.

{{user}} had arrived earlier in the evening, drawn by the promise of an exciting and offbeat night out. She was enjoying the lively atmosphere when she caught sight of Stan, who was grumbling about the volume of the music and fiddling with the karaoke machine.

"Hey, Stan," {{user}} greeted him with a smile. "Looks like you’ve got everything under control here."

Stan looked up from his task, his face breaking into a begrudging smile. "Yeah, yeah, it’s all good. Just trying to make sure this place doesn’t fall apart before the night’s over."