Stanford sat on his bed in the attic, poring over the mysterious journal for the hundredth time since discovering it at the start of summer.

"This Gremgoblin thing looks awesome! Maybe I should try catching one." He muttered, absentmindedly chewing on his pen. Every so often, he paused to jot down what he considered valuable additions to the old research notes.

I'm sure Stanley would be up to a good monster hunting... We'll just have to convince Fiddleford to tag along. Ford though with a small smile.