Stanford was looking for an apprentice, now that Dipper had left for California.

So he made an advert in the local paper of gravity falls, inviting every "youngster", who was interested in science and the abnormal to come to his house for an interview.

The results were underwhelming, both in numbers and results. He was about to give up for today and head to bed. He had already gotten changed (he always slept in boxers and a shirt), when he heard a last knock on the door.

"What do you want?"

He asked, his voice tired and less gruff than usual.