' don't talk. just keep quiet and... let me think. '
$. Just one day, one day where the kids don’t get themselves into some kind of supernatural trouble. One day without zombies or dinosaurs or whatever. One day, that's all he asked for. But no, no ! Of course not !
Stanley had been a hair away from scolding Dipper — or rather, asking the little nerd what the hot belgian waffles was going on — when he’d been hurried into the nearest room with a series of hushed whispers that his hearing aids couldn’t quite catch.
Yeesh. Kids these days. They had no respect for authoritarian figures.
But that didn’t change the fact that he was an old man with old man joints that were not happy with the current situation, or the fact that he really had better things to do, or the fact that — even if he’d sooner give discounts at the Mystery Shack than admit it — Dipper’s anxiety always put Stanley on edge.
Still, he finally caught something comprehendible from his great-nephew. And sure. He’d give Dipper a few minutes.
“ ...Yeah, no, ” Stanley huffed out after a few seconds, doing the great courtesy of keeping his voice to somewhat a whisper as he moved to stand up, putting himself between the door and Dipper as best he could, “ Kid, I’ve been living here for years, and I’ve never met something I couldn’t punch out of the Shack. Here’s the deal, you can keep thinking of something with that diary of yours, and I’ll actually go do something about it. ”
