This might sound weird asking, but I LOVED reading the script for the second episode that was never made, I love you're writing. Have you written regular fanfics about the Mystery Trio?
First, thank you Anon <3 I’m glad you liked the script. It’s a shame mtanimate never got to make a second episode.
As for fanfics about the Mystery Trio, there’s Memories; an ongoing fanfic which I really needto get back to. I started it before we knew Stan’s name was Stanley. WhenFiddleford starts to remember things, he goes to visit Stan.
There’s also Nicknames. Fiddleford hasn’t been working withthe twins long and is surprised that Stanford seems concerned when he getshurt.
Then there’s a bunch of short fics in My Fanfics tag.
Last year a bunch of Gravity Falls fans got together for an ambitious project. Biased on nothing but a fan theory about who the author of the journals would turn out to be, we created some great content before the project fell apart.
Brought together in one post for the first time, here is what the mtanimate team managed to create. Please enjoy this au where Stan’s brother created the journals with the help of both Stan and Fiddleford.
Warning: this project was started before A Tale of Two Stans came out. Until that episode aired, we believed Grunkle Stan was called Stanford. That’s way, in the videos, Stan is called Stanford and the author of the journals is called Stanley.
Introduction episode/ trailer
Episode one- Gnomes
Outtakes
Artwork from episode one
Unused rough draft of a script for the unmade second episode which was going to be about the Gremloblin. This script has the correct names for the Stan twins as it was edited after A Tale of Two Stans aired.
Rejected second episode of Mystery Trio Lost Tapes – Gremloblin
As some of you know, last year I was a part of the MTanimate team. We were trying to make a Gravity Falls fan series based on the then popular theory that Stan’s mysterious brother had written the journals (which was right) and that he, Stan and Fiddleford ‘Old Man’ McGucket worked together in the 80’s fighting monsters and building portals (which was wrong).
We managed to make a trailer and one audio episode here. You’ll notice that the names for Stan and Ford are the wrong way around and that’s because it was made before ‘A Tale of Two Stans’ came out.
Then the writers had a few Skype meetings where we came up with a beta sheet for what should happen in the second episode. I volunteered to write a rough draft of the episode that we could all work on and improve together. I was asked to complete the script before the next episode – A Tale of Two Stans – came out. This would be in six days time so I quickly wrote this script.
Then the episode came out and disproved the Mystery Trio theory. I’d got as far as swapping the names around in my script so that they were the right way around, when I was told we wouldn’t be using my script because the characters were ooc and it was too dialogue heavy with not enough action.
I was fine with this and offered to help with whatever script we eventually went with. Unfortunately, one thing led to another and eventually the project fell apart. My personal theory about why things fell apart, other than people not having enough time, is that a lot of people lost interest once they knew that the Mystery Trio had never been a thing. I was happy enough to call it an au and keep working on it but enthusiasm had generally dropped and nothing ever got done.
So, even though it was never going to get used, this is the closest to a second episode that we will probably get. If the project ever starts again, I’d really love to help. Since that seems very unlikely, here is the script I wrote.
(Present: sound of the tape)
Stanford: This is tape 21, day ??? in our ongoing mission to unravel the mysteries of Gravity Falls. This tape we will be discussing two creatures: the Hide-B…
Fiddleford: Do we really have enough information about the Hide-Behind to talk about it in depth?
Stanley: Sure we do, creepy thing stays out of sight and makes weird noises. They you go. Hide-Behind covered.
Stanford: We know a little more about it than that.
Fiddleford: Not much.
Stanford: Well we don’t have a lot of information about a lot of the new animals we discover. Every bit of information we get is important.
Fiddleford: Fair enough.
Stanford: We encountered these creatures while out doing field research in the forest…
Transition to the story part. We can no longer hear the sound of the tape. Instead we can hear the sounds of the forest.
Picture: Stanley, Stanford and Fiddleford are outside the shack and by the edge of the forest. Stanford looks excited and both he and Fiddleford have large bags on their backs. Fiddleford is almost dwarfed by his bag. Stanley is standing slightly to the side of them. He doesn’t have a bag and is only looking half interested.
Stanley: Are you brain boxes finally ready to go? Can we get this over with now?
Stanford: I think so. Do you have everything you need, Fiddleford?
Fiddleford: Hang on; just let me check my compass so that we can head in the right direction (Fiddleford spends a few moments looking then says) Okay, that way. We’re going northeast by north by 33.75°.
They start walking
Stanley: What are you eggheads carrying in those massive bags anyway?
Stanford: Monster hunting kit, my latest journal and a few disposable cameras.
Fiddleford: I am prepared for anything. I’ve got a camera, water, rations, matches, maps of the area, a tent…
Stanley: What do you need all that stuff for? We’re only going for a stroll in the woods.
Fiddleford: I want to be prepared.
Stanford: You never spent much time in the country as a child did you, Fiddleford?
Fiddleford: No, I’m a city boy though and though.
Stanley: Didn’t your folks ever take ya camping? You barely look like you can walk under that massive bag.
Fiddleford: (annoyed) Well, since you’re coming with us, you could always help carry some of this, if you like.
Stanley: Nah, I’ve got everything I need right here! (Pulls something from his pocket)
Fiddleford: Do you carry those knuckle dusters everywhere?
Stanley: Yep, never leave home without them.
Stanford: I’m sure you won’t need to use them today.
Stanley: You never know when they’ll come in handy. Besides, I’d feel naked without them.
Stanford: Just don’t go attacking anything for no reason. We’re trying to catalogue new creatures, not frighten them off.
Stanley: Why did I even have to come alone anyway if you don’t want me for protection?
Stanford: You discovered the gnomes and an extra pair of eyes is always useful.
Stanley: I got better stuff to do.
Stanford: No you don’t and besides, you’ll enjoy it. It will be just like when we were little.
Stanley: Alright, alright, I’m here aren’t I? I just hope we run into something fun soon.
Fiddleford: I wouldn’t exactly call our field research trips ‘fun.’
Stanford: (enthusiastically) We’re on the frontier of science here, Stanley. We get to discover new things every day. Our research is going to change the world!
Stanley: Whatever, I’m more interested in the cool things you guys keep finding, like those floating eyeballs you told me about last week. Besides, someone has to protect you dweebs if you run into anything else dangerous.
Suddenly, not too far away, we hear the roar of the Gremloblin
Stanford: Yes! Sounds like we’ll find something new today! Come on.
Stanford starts running in the direction of the sound
Fiddleford: Wait up!
Fiddleford and Stanley start to follow Stanford. Fiddleford struggles to keep up. The gremloblin roars again but this time it sounds further away. Stanford skids to a stop and Fiddleford and Stanley follow suit.
Stanford: Whatever it is, it’s travelling very fast.
From the other direction and much closer than the sound of the gremloblin, we hear the Hide-Behind
Stanley: Where did that sound come from?
Stanford: That way. It doesn’t sound far.
He sets off again and the others follow. The Hide-Behind makes its chittery noise again, sounding closer this time
Stanford: (excitedly) I think we’re going to catch it this time!
Stanley: What are we even chasing?
Stanford: I think it’s called the Hide-b… what the…?
Back at the Shack. Stanley and Stanford stop running. Fiddleford stumbles to a stop, panting slightly
Fiddleford: (gasping for breath a little) How did we end up back at the shack?
Stanford: I don’t know. We must have taken a wrong turn while chasing the Hide-Behind.
Stanley: And the Hide-Behind is what exactly?
Stanford: (slightly harsher than he means) Quiet! We might still be able to hear and find it.
A few seconds of silence other than the sound of birds and the wind in the trees
Stanford: (sounding disappointed) No, I think we’ve lost it. Darn it!
Fiddleford: (he’s got his breath back) The Hide-Behind is a local legend. The lumberjacks say there’s a creature in the woods that’s always just out of sight. Nobody’s ever seen it clearly.
Stanford: I’ve got notes on their accounts somewhere (Stanford rummages in his bag then pulls out some papers. He shows them to Stanley) Here they are. I think these are what its footprints look like.
Stanley: (sounding bored and sarcastic) Fascinating.
Stanford: Well we were supposed to be out in the forest all morning. We might as well go back. Maybe we’ll still be able to find something.
Fiddleford: (resigned) Okay, just let me check the compass again… That way.
The three of them start walking.
Stanley: So this is what you do every time you go out? I thought you said I’d enjoy it. Do you really just walk around hoping to bump into some interesting magical animal?
Stanford: Not at all. And they’re not magical: just unknown. We look for new plants, follow and record new animal trails, we set up and then retrieve recording equipment and…
Stanley: Uh huh, got it: science mumbo jumbo.
Fiddleford: I knew this wouldn’t be up your alley… Stanford, I could always take your brother back. I’ve got work to be doing back at the shack anyway.
Stanley: (defensively) I never said I wasn’t enjoying this and I don’t need a babysitter. This beats hanging around town at any rate.
The Hide-Behind chitters again.
Stanford: There it was again!
Stanford starts running. Fiddleford groans before he and Stanley follow. Fiddleford might mutter something like “Great, more running.” They run for a bit, with maybe more dialogue and then they end up back at the shack.
Stanford: Not again.
Fiddleford: (out of breath) Well, I’m done. I’m going to go work on the ioniser.
Stanford: Don’t give up yet. I’m sure things will go better this time.
Fiddleford: We’re not getting anywhere today, Stanley. I’ve got some soldering to do.
Stanford: Please, just one more try. If we somehow end up back here then we’ll call it a day.
Fiddleford: (sighs) Alright, but I really want to get some work done on the ioniser today so can we keep this trip short.
Stanford: (happily) Absolutely.
Stanley: Maybe we should split up to cover more ground.
Fiddleford: No thanks. We’ve discovered too many weird things in this forest for me to want to go in there by myself.
Stanley: I meant that you could both go one way and I could explore another part of the forest alone.
Fiddleford: I could live with that.
Stanford: That’s not a bad idea, Stanley. Hand on… (Stanford rummages in his bag for a moment) Here, take this camera. If you find anything you can take some photos of it.
Stanley: Thanks. Which part of the woods do you want me to explore?
Fiddleford: You could go northeast by 45.00°. That’s… (looks at compass and points) that way. We were going to explore that way next week but you can save us a trip.
Stanford: Great, we’ll meet back here in two hours.
Stanley: Have fun (Stanley starts walking)
Stanford: I know we’re going to find something this time. I can just feel it.
Fiddleford and Stanford set off. There are a few seconds of quiet and the Stanley re-emerges from the forest
Stanley: Suckers. I’m gonna get a beer… (Stanley goes into the shack, opens the fridge, gets a beer and goes outside to sit on the settee. Picture of him looking very relaxed) Ah, that’s more like it (He opens the beer and takes a sip. There is suddenly a loud roar from outside in the forest and Stanley jumps, spilling his beer) What the…? (He gets to his feet) Ha! I’ll get them their stupid photo and I won’t have had to trape around the woods all day to do it. Team armchair wins again! (He heads out)
Cut back to Stanford and Fiddleford back in the forest. They could be talking about their work or Stanford could be telling an anecdote. Fiddleford trips.
Fiddleford: Ouch.
Stanford: Are you okay?
Fiddleford: Yeah, I just tripped over… wait, is that…? Stanford, I think I’ve finally found that camera we lost from Site C: the day your brother found the gnomes.
Stanford: How on Earth did it get all the way over here?
Fiddleford: Beats me. It’s pretty rusted and the reel has been exposed so it won’t be of any use. I just hope we won’t run into whatever made this claw mark in it.
Stanford: Look: Footprints! They look fresh.
Fiddleford: I’ll take a photo of them (Fiddleford starts rooting though his bag)
Stanlford: (not listening) They lead this way (Stanford sets off as Fiddleford pulls out his camera and takes a photo)
Fiddleford: There we go. Whatever left these tracks must be big. I’d guess it must be around (insert height here) high. What do you think, Stanford? (Looks around) Stanford? (Realises he’s alone. He sighs) Great, just great. What am I supposed to do now?
We hear the Hide-Behind getting closer and something crashing though the undergrowth from the same direction
Fiddleford: And now that I’m alone, one of the strange creatures finally decides to show itself. Just my luck.
Stanley stumbles out into the clearing
Fiddleford: Well at least you’re not a monster.
Stanford: Hello to you too, Fidds. How come you’re all alone? I thought you were sticking to Stanlford’s coat tails in case you ran into any killer bunnies and need someone save you by throwing the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch (Yes, that’s a Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference. I checked and the movie came out in 1975. From what we’ve seen of Gravity Falls TV and movies, Monty Python would fit right in)
Fiddleford: I’m not that bad at field research. Stanford wandered off and left me. I’m not sure which way he went.
Stanley: (Bitterly) Yeah, he does that.
Fiddleford: What are you doing in this part of the forest?
Stanley: I was following this load roar but then it stopped, so I ended up following that weird noise again.
We hear the Hide-Behind noise again but they don’t notice it. Stanley and Fiddleford talk or argue about something. The Hide-Behind makes a noise again, sounding more insistent. They still don’t notice. There is the sound of something coming towards them. Fiddleford makes a small squeak of fear as the Gremloblin appears behind Stanley
Stanley: What’s the matter, scaredy cat?
Fiddleford: (stuttering) Behind you.
Stanley turns
Stanley: (stumbling back in surprise) Wow, where the hell did this ugly brute come from?
The Grenloblin growls
Fiddleford: (small scared voice) I think we should go now.
Stanley: Chill, nerd, and let an athlete handle this… Left hook! (Note: I know the Character Bible that the word ‘nerd’ was ‘absolutely to be avoided’ as it interrupts the flow of dialogue. It just seemed the most natural thing to put in this one instance. This line can be changed to, ‘Chill, Fiddleford, and let a professional handle this,’ if you think it works better)
Stanley goes for a left hook but the Gremloblin avoids the punch and howls at him
Stanley: Oh dear. My, what big ugly eyes you ha…
Stanley freezes. Picture of Stanfley looking horrified as he gazes into the gremloblin’s eyes
Fiddleford: Stanley? STANLEY! Snap out of it!
Stanley doesn’t respond
Fiddleford: This is bad. What do I do? What do I do?... Branch! (With a grunt of effort Fiddleford grabs a large stick off the ground and runs at the Gremloblin yelling. He hits it and the Gremloblin roars, looking away from Stanley. Stanley starts groaning dazedly. The Gremloblin turns on Fiddleford who gives a squeak of fear and starts backing away) Maybe that wasn’t my best idea. Stanley, help!
Stanley: (groggily) Don’t look in its eyes.
Fiddleford: I’M NOT!
Stanley regains his senses, just as the Gremloblin roars and takes a swipe at Fiddleford. Fiddleford collapses to the ground
Stanley: Shit, shit, shit, get away from him! (Stanley rushes forwards, picks up Fiddleford and he slings him over his shoulder. The Gremloblin swipes at Stanley’s arm as he starts running) Ouch. My arm! This had better be temporary. I’m not losing the use of my arm just to save you.
The gremloblin follows them
Cut to Stanford being in a quiet part of the forest following the tracks and scribbling a quick sketch of them as he goes. He hasn’t noticed that Fiddleford isn’t there. Suddenly he notices something
Stanford: Oh my gosh, look Fiddleford! One of the gnomes! This day just keeps getting better and better. Hello, my name’s Stanford… huh, I think it’s paralysed. It’s still alive though (Stanford picks up the gnome and puts it in his bag) Finally a chance to study the gnomes up close. You’re coming back to the shack with me. Isn’t this day just the best, Fiddleford?
There is suddenly the sound of someone yelling coming towards him, getting louder and louder
Stanford: What the…?
Stanley: Arrrrrrgh! (Stanley runs past, carrying Fiddleford, without noticing Stanford. One arm is limp and useless. His screams get quieter as he runs further away. However, there is now the sound of something chasing them)
Stanford: (calling after his brother and Fiddleford, sounding confused) Stanley? Fiddleford? What’s going on?
With a roar the Gremloblin enters the clearing, sees Stanford and skids to a halt
Stanford: Ow, so you’re what’s been roaring. I’ve never seen or heard of anything like you before (Stanley walks towards the Gremloblin completely unafraid) You’re certainly an interesting looking thing (Stanford pulls out the journal and stats writing notes. The Gremloblin takes a swipe at him but Stanford steps out of the way in time. He stops writing and starts running instead) Hostile, hostile.
The Gremloblin roars and begins chasing him
Stanford: That’s it! You asked for it! (Stanford rummages in his bag while still running and pulls out a cross. He holds it at the gremloblin) The power of Christ compels you! (The cross has no effect on the gremloblin) Oh dear (He looks though his bag again and pulls out the Star of David) In the name of Adonai... (the gremloblin roars again) Nope… Do I have any silver? Holy water? Worth a try (There is a splash and the gremloblin stops) That’s done it! (He pulls out the journal and starts dictating what he’s writing) ‘When fighting a … – I’ll add a name in later for now I’ll just leave a space – use water…’
There is a roar as the gremloblin levels up. Picture of the forest from above, with birds flying away from that spot
Stanford: Oh dear.
Scene change; Stanley is still carrying Fiddleford but he has slowed down and is panting. Stanley finally stumbles to a stop
Stanley: (panting) I think… I think we’ve finally lost it. Think you can walk yet, Fiddleford?
Fiddleford: My whole body is full of pins and needles but I can feel my fingers and toes again so yes, probably. (Stanley puts Fiddleford down. Fiddleford wobbles and then collapses) Man down, man down!
Stanley: (laughs) Take off that massive bag and I’ll carry it for a bit.
Fiddleford struggles out of the straps on his shoulders and then Stanley puts the bag on. Fiddleford struggles to his feet and manages to stay up this time.
Fiddleford: Thanks.
Stanley: You’re welcome, lightweight.
They start walking
Fiddleford: How’s your arm?
Stanley: Still pretty limp but it should be fine. Looks like I’ll be forced to come with you guys more often if these field trips are really this dangerous. (Sounding amused) Is field research always this exciting?
Fiddleford: No, most days I only get attacked by bugs and nettles. Mother Nature hates me. However, I’d willingly take her on every day of the week rather than face whatever that thing was again. I don’t suppose you managed to get a photo of it did you?
Stanley: No, strangely enough, that wasn’t at the top of my priority list at the time.
Fiddleford: (sighs) Me neither. Stanford’s going to be disappointed when we find him again.
Stanley: He’ll live.
Fiddleford: Thanks for saving me by the way. I half expected you to leave me behind.
Stanley: What, you think I’m heartless? I owed you for snapping me out of that… trance. Didn’t think you had it in ya, to hit that thing.
Fiddleford: I’d prefer not to have to do it again.
Stanley: (teasing) I had to get you out of there. Ford would have killed me if I’d let you die. Do you know how many people replied to his job advert? One, and that’s including you.
Fiddleford: (not really listening) There’s got to be an easier way of defending myself from these sorts of encounters. Hmm… I wonder how it would react to different sound frequencies. A dog whistle would probably just make it angry but I might be able to turn a radio into some sort of crude sonic disrupter.
Stanley: (laughs) You’re not quite as boring as I though but stay away from my radio.
Fiddleford: (sighs) I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.
We hear the sound of something crashing though the forest coming their way
Stanley: Damn, I think it found us but this time we’re gonna be ready. Get behind this tree and we’ll surprise it.
Fiddleford: Can’t we just hide and let it run past?
Stanley: Nah, this way we can stop it getting back up again.
The thing is getting closer and they both quickly hide. When the thing reaches them, Stanley jumps out, fist raised
Stanley: Arrrrrgh! (He stops and so does the thing he was about to hit) Oh hi bro. I thought you were a monster. I would have preferred that, to be completely honest with you. Less scary.
Fiddleford comes round the tree, still a little unsteady
Fiddleford: Oh thank goodness it’s you. I wasn’t looking forward to hitting that thing again.
Stanford: (confused) What happened to you two? And Fiddleford, when did you end up with Stanley? Weren’t you following me?
Fiddleford: (a little annoyed) Well I was until you abandoned me in the middle of this forest.
Stanford: I did what now? When did that happen? You were with me right until I found the paralysed gnome and then Stanley ran by carrying you.
Fiddleford: (interested again) Paralysed gnome?
Stanford: Yeah look, I put it in my bag to examine later (Stanford opens his bag)
Gnome: Let me go!/Shmebulock (whichever works best)
Stanford quickly closes the bag again
Stanford: Well whatever paralysed him seems to have worn off. I’ll see what he can teach us when we get back to the shack.
Stanley: Well while you were distracted by the gnomes again, we had a run in with the thing that probably paralysed it. It was huge, with tiny legs but massive upper body mass and strength. It even had mushrooms on its shoulders. Fiddleford attacked it with a branch. It was awesome!
Stanford: That’s great Stan, but the gnome isn’t the only thing I found. I saw something even more amazing. It was gigantic and had large spikes on its back.
There is the sound of something coming towards them but only Fiddleford notices
Fiddleford: Um guys?
Stanley: Big deal. Our monster had glowing eyes that show you your worst nightmare.
(NOTE: If we are keeping the nightmare thing until the end we can replace this line with ‘Our monster had terrible tusks and terrible claws and terrible teeth in his terrible jaws’/‘Our monster had deadly tusks and bat-like ears.’ And yes, the first example is a line from The Gruffalo)
The noise is getting closer
Fiddleford: Guys!
Stanford: Well I’m pretty sure the thing I faced had wings.
Stanley: Yeah but, like I said, ours could paralyse you with just a scratch.
The noise is almost upon them
Fiddleford: GUYS!
Stanley and Stanford: What?
Fiddleford: Can we argue about this later? Something big is coming our way right now. Can we get out of here?
The Gremloblin comes crashing though the trees
Stanley and Stanford: That’s the monster! (Comically turn to each other) Wait, what?
Stanley: But you said…
Fiddleford: Now is not the time! Can we just get out of here please?
Stanford: Right.
They all start running
Stanley: What happened? It wasn’t that big when we fought it.
Stanford: (Shiftily) No idea. Maybe there are two of them and I just had a run in with an adult of… whatever that thing is.
Fiddleford: As if it the one we faced wasn’t bad enough… Do either of you know which way the shack is?
Stanford and Stanley: Um no
Fiddelford: We’ll never outrun it like this. This way! We might be able to lose it if we run down this slope.
They start running downhill and for a moment the sounds of the Gremloblin get further away
Stanley: Ha! Take that, you dumb beast!
The sound of wings unfurling
Fiddleford: Oh good lord, it can fly!
The Gremloblin hits the ground and keeps chasing them
Stanley: That’s it! I’ve had enough (Stanley turns and heads back)
Fiddleford: What in blaze’s name do you think you’re doing!? Run away from the monster, not towards it!
Stanford: Stanley, get away from it!
Stanley: RIGHT HOOK! (He punches the gremloblin, knocking it unconscious)
Stanford and Fiddleford: Wow.
Stanley: That thing was really starting to get on my nerves.
Fiddleford: I can’t believe you knocked it out.
Stanley: It was nothing. I could’ve hit it even harder if my left arm wasn’t still numb.
Stanford: This is great! With the creature unconscious I finally have time to make some detailed sketches!
Fiddleford and Stanley: No!/Are you mad?
Stanford: Just five minutes! I want to examine the wings and make some notes.
Stanley: We are getting out of here right now, Poindexter (Stanley picks up Stanford and starts walking)
Stanford: Put me down! I’ve got to take notes! I might not get another chance like this.
Fiddleford: What good will notes be if that thing eats you?
Stanford struggles a little more before giving up
Stanford: Humph! Fine! I yield. You can put me down.
Stanley: Na, I ain’t fallin’ for that, bro. You can walk again when we’re further away.
Fiddleford: We’ve got to find our way out of here.
Stanley: And how are we meant to do that?
The Hide-Behind noise sounds from ahead of them
Fiddleford: Follow that sound, that’s how.
Transition to the present; we can hear the sound of the tape again
Stanford: The Hide-Behind, whatever it may be, still remains unseen. Whatever its motives are also remains a mystery. Is it trying to keep humans away from the supernatural residents of the forest and, if so, is it protecting the humans or the supernatural creatures? It seems unlikely we shall find out one way or the other. From what I observed of the new creature, it seems to live off a meat diet, is very aggressive and should not be approached. It is very strong, its claws contain a neurotoxin which can temporarily paralyse its victims and water aggravates it making it far worse.
Fiddleford: Wait, when did you learn that?
Stanford: (continues talking, but faster now) It looked to be a mix of a half gremlin and half goblin which is why I have decided to call this creature… the Gremloblin!
Stanley: Boo! That name sucks.
Stanford: Does not.
Fiddleford: I’m sorry but I’m going to have to side with Stanley on this one. We can come up with a better name than that.
Stanford: Too late! I already wrote it in the journal.
Stanley groans
Stanford: I think that’s everything. Did either of you discover anything else about the gremloblin?
Stanley: It has the ability to show you your worst nightmare if you look in its eyes.
Stanford: (fascinated) Now that’s really interesting. Which one of you looked in its eyes and what did you see?
Stanley: Oh, it was horrible. I was an even bigger loser than the two of you put together.
Stanford: Oh, very funny. No really, what did you see?
