He laughed, walking away from Jeff, "He deserved that. Don't you think so, Will? No? Why not? Oh. Fine."
He walked over to Jeff, holding his right hand out to him, "He wants to tell you something, gnome."
The three were confused as to what was happening.
He sighed, holding his right hand close to himself again, "I'm assuming you can't change back at the moment?" He looked up to Ford, "We need a jar with a lid... and make sure there are holes at the top."
"Alright," Ford sighed, guiding the trio back to the shack, before going down the elevator to grab a jar.
Dipper frowned, "Why are you keeping your hand like that? Why do you keep talking to it? It's... creepy."
"You'll see," He sighed.
Ford put the jar on the desk, letting him put something small into the jar, before covering it. The twins looked at it.
Mabel giggled, "It's a little blue dorito! It's so cute looking!"
"I guess... It doesn't look to happy, though. Oh, okay... it can hear us, and I don't think it likes us call it an it." Dipper mumbled, before looking up at him, before looking at it again, "What is it?"
It pouted, before snapping it's fingers, causing a small fire to appear in it's hand, before it drew out letters in the air, by using the fire, "Will."
"WILL?! This is Will?" Dipper asked, horrified, looking up at him.
He sighed, nodding, "Yes, it's him. It's his actually form, obviously. He must of gotten unstable by his emotions and changed back unwillingly. Since he's not skilled in magic, it will take at least a day for him to be able to change back. However, he could still just visit someone's dreamscape."
"I'll do it!" Dipper shouted, holding up his hand.
He looked over at him, "You would? You'd have to be asleep for a while. You do realize that, right?"
"It's already night, and I'm already tired," Dipper smiled.
He shook his head, "I'm doing it."