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Wendy looked at the door to the Mystery Shack's gift shop, sighing as she trudged up the two steps leading up to it.

As she opened the door and sat down in her cashier's position behind the gift shop's counter, the redhead let out an exasperated sigh, not even bothering to pick up a copy of Indie Fuzz. She rested her head on a fist, not looking forward to working her shift.

Within a few minutes the first group of tourists for the day arrived at the Shack, Stan quickly putting on his host persona and leading them through the museum. Wendy kept at her post, staring off into space, her previous night replaying in her head as she waited for the tourists to get to the gift shop.

Replaying last night made frustration built in the fiery redhead, having to shake her head just to take her mind off of it.

The group of sightseers eventually made their way into the gift shop; Wendy watching them as they browsed over the Shack's overpriced knickknacks, falling into a near-hypnotic daze as the tourists walked left and right.

She was only brought out of her semi-trance when a customer walked up to the counter, holding what seemed to be a thoroughly chewed Stan bobble head.

"Do you have any more of these in stock? They're just the most high-larious wobblenoggins, but this is the only one left!", the way-too-cheery tourist asked the teenage cashier.

Wendy reached down to look into a box labelled "BOBBLEHEADS" kept in her side of the counter, which was fully stocked with dust.

"Sorry, fresh out," she replied, taking a more relaxed pose, leaning her crossed arms against the counter, going back to watching the tourists, yet the one in front of her stayed put.

"There isn't any other stock?", the sightseer asked, making the damaged bobble head's head bobble, giggling at it.

"Nope, sorry, what's on the shelf is our most recent shipment," the redhead reiterated.

"Well, could I at least get a discount on this one for the damage?"

Wendy's reply was only a finger pointed to the large "NO REFUNDS!" sign, which had a second part nailed to the bottom which read "OR DISCOUNTS!", recalling that Stan recently hammering the addition onto the sign.

The tourist grimaced, frustratingly slamming the bobble head base-first onto the counter.

"Fine! Don't even both putting these on the shelves if you're just going to keep them all for yourselves!" the tourist shouted, angrily stomping off and out of the gift shop.

Wendy just stared at the vacationer's sudden unnecessary outburst, which in any normal circumstance she would shrug off or even chuckle at. Her expression slowly turned from confusion to almost rage, the straw finally breaking the camel's back.

She looked over at the tourist as they slammed the door to the gift shop behind themselves, Wendy's anger building from her pent up frustration.

In an effort to stop herself from lashing out verbally, or physically, she grabbed onto the side of the counter, her knuckles turning white, arms shaking with pure rage.

"W-Wendy?" A voice asked opposite of where the teenager was looking. She whipped around, a scowl on her face, preparing to answer what dumb question this tourist had.

"What?!", Wendy said in a slightly hushed, yet audibly irritated voice as she spun around. She didn't see anyone at first, just a blue and white trucker hat.

Her eyes looked a bit downwards, coming face-to-face with Dipper Pines, sitting on a stool next to her, a concerned expression on his face.

"A-Are you alright? You're, uh, a bit angry over some dumb tourist..." Dipper asked, rubbing the back of his neck, trying not too much eye contact. The sight of one of the teen's closest friends and hearing his worry made the redhead check herself.

She closed her eyes, letting go of the counter, regaining a somewhat normal demeanor, yet still obviously agitated.

"I'm fine, just... Bad day yesterday." Wendy replied, crossing her arms against her chest and looking down at the chewed bobble head on the counter in front of her, frowning angrily at it.

"You want to talk about it?" the brunette asked apprehensively, not sure whether he should nose in to Wendy's matters.

Before the teenager had a chance to answer, another tourist came up, although they just simply bought a bumper sticker, which Wendy quickly rung them up and went through the transaction.

"Just lost my phone is all," she finally said once the sightseer walked off, returning to her usual head-resting-on-fist pose.

"Oh, well, you can borrow mine until you can get a new one, i-if you want!" Dipper offered, giving his close friend a smile, hoping the gesture would cheer her up a bit. The redhead did smile slightly, turning her head to the mystery hunter.

"Thanks Dip, but it's not like that," Wendy explained, knowing as soon as she stopped her sentence that the ever curious Pines twin would ask why.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Right on queue. The teen had to postpone her explanation, a short line of the rest of the group of tourists forming in front of the counter.

She quickly got through each transaction, ringing up each "sucker," as Stan would call them, and taking their payments while Dipper helped, placing each souvenir in a bag for the sightseers.

Wendy shut the drawer of the cash register as the last tourist walked out of the gift shop, finally giving the twin next to her the summary of her night.

"So, I was hanging out with the guys after work, totally normal. We went to Greasy's and then to the arcade, but we lost track of time, so by the time we decided to go home it was like, 2 AM!

Thompson dropped me off at my place and I tried sneaking in and I've done it before like, tons of times, so I didn't expect to stub my toe in the dark.

Woke up my dad, he's a light sleeper, believe it or not, and he was furious about me getting home so late, so he took my phone away, saying that I couldn't have any communication with the 'hooligans with a bad influence'," Wendy explained to Dipper, who sat there listening intently to every word.

He nodded along with the natural pauses in the redhead's speech, his brain quickly brewing up an idea.

"Oh man, that really sucks, sorry that happened," the brunette said with complete sincerity, hoping to cheer Wendy up again as retelling the story outloud made her a bit deflated again.

"Not your fault, man, don't worry about it!", the redhead replied, giving the twin a reassuring smile. She looked up at the cuckoo clock as it struck the hour, standing up and stretching a bit.

"Ooh, lunch time! Hey, I'll take the cart to town and grab some grub, I'll bring something back for ya and we'll chow, you down?" Wendy asked as she grabbed a pair of golf cart keys.

"Oh, um, sure! Sounds great!" Dipper replied, trying not to show the bit of anxiety starting to build in him.

He gave his secret crush a grin as she left the gift shop with a wave. The mystery hunter wasted little time, the idea still fresh in his head from a few minutes ago, hopping off of his stool and rushing up to his and his twin sister's room.

"Where the heck did I keep those..."