Fidds was putting up banners for the party when the twins called his name.
"Yup?"
"Oh no- I don't feel so good- I- BLAAAAAH!"
Dipper started shooting Silly String at his uncle and sister.
"Ohhh, Grunkle Fidds, what did you feed us? BLAAAAAH!" She shot the both of them.
"BLAAAAAH!"
"BLAAAAAH!"
"BLAAAAAH!"
Mabel laughed. "Barfing."
"Are y'all done yet?" Fiddleford asked, arms folded as he looked at the twins.
They nodded.
"Good." He smirked.
He pulled a can of Silly String from behind his back and started spraying them both. "Bleh!"
The three of them laughed.
"Comendy gold!" Mabel cheered, throwing golden confetti in the air.
Stan growled. "Alright, alright!" He snatched the confetti and Silly Strings from the kid's hands. "Party supplies are now off limits!"
Fidds glanced and the kids, before slipping them a can each.
"Mr Pines, whose birthday is it anyway?" Soos wondered.
"Nobody's."
Fidds furrowed his brow.
Liar.
"Thought this party might be a good way to get kids to spend money at the Shack." Stan continued, unrolling a 'Pin the tail on the donkey' game.
"Nice!" Soos approved.
"The young people of the town want fun? We'll smother 'em with fun!" Stan grinned, wrapping his arm tightly around his husband.
"Maybe comments like that are why kids don't go to the Mystery Shack," Dipper remarked, pouring a cup of Pitt Cola for Mabel.
"Hey, hey! How's about you make yourself useful and copy these flyers?" He handed them a stack of posters.
"Oh, boy, a trip to the copier store!" Mabel grinned.
"Calendars, mugs, t-shirts and more! They got it all at the copier store!" Soos chuckled, "That's not their slogan, I just really feel that way about the copier store."
"Save the trouble. You know the old copier in our office? I finally fixed the old girl up! Good as new!"
Fiddleford looked at his husband. "Ya fixed it?"
"Yeah!"
"Why didn' ya ask me?"
"You were busy," Stan shrugged. "I'm not totally helpless, y'know?"
