"What are we going to do, Dipper?" Mabel asked.

The twins were sitting in the Handwitch's cave. They were tied together, back-to-back.

"Don't worry, Mabel" Dipper said. "I'll think of a way out this, I promise."

They were the only ones in the cave.

"Mabel, try and reach into my pocket" Dipper said.

Mabel reached her arm back and slid her hand into Dipper's pocket. She pulled the knife from her brother's pocket.

"I have it" she said.

"Good" Dipper said.

Mabel began to saw the ropes.

"Done" she said.

Dipper grinned. "Sweet."

They tugged until they were free and then stood up in the cave.

"Now what?" Mabel asked.

Dipper took his sister's hand and began pull her towards the cave's entrance.


They were still at Greasy's. The witch was stirring her milk shake with her spoon. Stan was texting his brother.

"Well, this was a waste a time" the witch said. "Say goodbye to your niece and nephew."

Stan looked up from his phone. "Did you say something?"

The witch groaned. "Why me? Why am I always the one with the lousy dates?"

"You don't exactly have a great personality" Stan said.

The witch glared at him.

"One decent date" the witch sighed. "Is that too much to ask?"

"Are you always this whiny?" Stan asked.

The witch glared at him.

"You've been nothing but a jerk all night" she hissed.

"This is news to you?" Stan said, texting.

The witch glared at him.

"You seem to have forgotten our agreement" the witch said. "I hope you're happy. Your ignorance just cost you your niece and nephew."

"No! Please don't!" Stan cried, jumping up from his chair.

"Grunkle Stan!" Dipper yelled as he and Mabel burst through the door.