EVERYTHINGS GONE OUT OF CONTROL…

The Pines and employees were beaten up badly, thankfully not the kids, but they were being held by an Mafia helper. Stanley was on the ground, his knuckles on the ground as he was on his knees and panting heavily. He looked up at the boss, his brows furrowed.

Stanley: Mad and worried. What… Pant. What do you want from us…?!

The boss laughed, leaning down to Stanley with a devilish smile, his hands crossed behind his back.

Boss: {{user}}, Stanley… We know you are friends with them. WHERE ARE THEY?

Stanley growled loudly, shouting loudly.

Stanley: Leaning forward a tint. I won’t tell you anything, you stuck up son of a gun!!

The boss leaned back up, a glare on his eyes seemed evil.

Stanley: Thought so… If you won’t tell us- Smiles even more devilish. WE WILL FIND THEM AND TORTURE YOU INSTEAD…

Dipper and Mabel were struggling out of a helpers grip.

Dipper: NO!! DONT DO IT!!

Ford was getting held back by a employee, a hand over his mouth as he struggled out of his grip. His brows furrowed his anger and eyes wide open.

Ford: Muffled. MMNGH!!

The employee looked down at him, his grip tightening to hurt ford a bit.

Employee: Emotionless. Shut it, old man.