Regina smuggled a small, orange bottle down to the mines. She stood by the entrance, signaling for Grumpy to come over.

"Regina – can we help you? We're sort of behind here, in case you haven't noticed. We gotta make quota, sister." Grumpy growled out. Regina recognized it as an already normally cranky man under pressure.

"Yes, I know you're behind. Who do you think tracks your quotas? We use the materials for weapons, Grumpy. I'm not here to impede. I'm here to help." Regina said in a low voice, looking around every few words.

"You? With a pick-axe? I think we'll figure it out on our own."

"No." Regina pulled out the bottle. "Fairy Steriods." She whispered, making sure the other dwarves were out of earshot. "This bottle is enough to get your whole crew through the night, and probably meet your quota early."

Grumpy grabbed the bottle, looking inside. He saw the telltale sparkles. The Queen had herself a stash of genuine Fairy Steriods.

"How much?"

"No charge. This is a one-time deal, and you never got it from me, understand? I just need to get rid of it." Grumpy nodded, taking the bottle back inside. If they were going to go from being behind to finishing early, and for free, he wasn't going to question it.

Eight grams down, ten to go.

Emma and Mulan were in the War room, strategizing how to proceed with Cupid.

"He's really not very strong, and not much of a leader. He's a tyrant. I'm willing to bet if we target him individually, his soldiers wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight." Mulan was looking at the map they had made up of the Wonderland gates, the main point of the battle. They already had assumed that Cupid's army didn't have any ladders or grappling ropes, or they would have attempted to move over to the south wall and climb by now. Instead, they had only been focused on the main gate.

"Okay, I trust your judgment, but at this point we'd have to go for capture over kill. He hasn't identified himself as enough of a threat to warrant an assassination attempted, and there's no way we would get one past my mother anyway." Emma moved the toy soldiers of Spider Unit into Cupid's camp area.

Mulan moved the toy Archers back behind the wall. "I say we keep the Archers behind the wall, so if somehow their soldiers do get over, they can pick them off as they try to get over. Unlikely that we'll need them, but I think it'll make Philip feel better."

"Agreed. Spider will do the capture and take Cupid as a prisoner. Archers are back up. Now, how are we going to actually isolate him to get to him?" Emma looked at the pieces like a master chess player, choosing her next move.

"I know how. You know those arrows we have with the balloon tip that explodes sleeping powder on contact?" Mulan was rapidly putting this plan together.

"Yes." Emma said, still looking at the map.

"Call the sniper."

Mulan and Emma exited the War Room, Emma turning left to go see Regina, Mulan turning right to grab her things from her office, done teaching for the day, but she would be expected to stay on campus during the mission they had just planned.

The Warrior made it ten seconds after Emma disappeared from the hallway before feeling someone or something grab onto her arm.

Mulan quickly used her body to brace against the weight, twisting the grabbing arm and slamming the intruder into the wall.

"Ow, Mulan!" Mulan was horrified to see that she had just immobilized Belle, immediately releasing her.

"Belle, I'm not someone it's okay to sneak up on."

"I see that. Always yell first, got it." Belle said, rubbing the arm that was twisted.

"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" Mulan asked, looking over Belle's arm. It was just red, not even bruising.

"Funny, I came to ask you the same thing, since you're not answering any of my calls or texts." Belle crossed her arms over her chest, trying not to sound hurt. She knew that Mulan's stoic exterior was from her career need to not be seen as weak, not because she didn't actually have feelings.

"Sorry. War meeting." Mulan responded.

"Are you heading out? I was going to walk home today." Belle said hopefully.

"Actually, I have to get back to my office. You know, war strategies." Mulan said, stoic face in full force.

"Okay, maybe some other time then." Belle's face fell, and she turned to leave.

"Wait." Mulan said to stop her. "Look, I have to stay here for Tactical, but if you want to stop by later and keep me company, I'll be at Communications on back-up duty from nineteen-hundred hours on." Mulan had decided that she wasn't going to break up with Belle for hiding part of the mission from her. She also wasn't going to cry, or yell, or mention it again. She was just going to bury it, like she did with everything else that had ever bothered her. Aurora, things she had seen from battles, all things that can be shoved down, she had shoved down.

"I would love to keep you company." Belle leaned in, giving Mulan a kiss. She was happy that it was returned.

Maybe Aurora was right. It was too early by Storybrooke standards to think about marriage, especially considering that they didn't even live together, and if Belle was honest with herself, she didn't even know Mulan's last name. Did Mulan have a last name? Either way, that was definitely too much and Belle didn't want to end up in a country music song. However, it didn't mean that she hadn't tagged her mate, and didn't want to waste any time making sure she was still on board.

Tinkerbell and Ruby were in the Mayor's office holding after hours auditions. The "dance", with Tink and Ruby planning it, was spinning more and more out of control. Specifically, they were looking for go-go dancers for the dance they were planning. Not fully nude, just hot shorts, and bikinis for the women. More specifically, people who wouldn't have a problem both dancing half-naked, but who would let people paint on them throughout the night with glow-in-the-dark body paint.

This dance was going to be off the charts.

"Next!" Tink shouted, having her two recently acquired bodyguards escort in the next applicant.

"Sneezy! You're not a go-go dancer." Tink said irritated.

"Hey, I can dance! And I have the body for it – it's just a small body. Do you discriminate against dwarves?" Sneezy added, clearly offended.

"No!" Ruby jumped in. "We most certainly do not discriminate. Please, show us what you've got." Ruby started the song they had been auditioning people to.

Sneezy had some serious moves. He also apparently owned a pair of hot pants. What the Mayor and the Wolf didn't know, is that he also really needed the money.

"Hired!" Ruby yelled.

Emma and Regina found themselves in the War Room, with the map of the mission now covered in travel brochures. Emma had brought a stack from various U.S. travel agencies, Regina had hers from the Main Street Portal Agency for other realms.

"You really think this is going to happen?" Regina asked, starting to get attached to the idea of taking a break. Knowing herself, she would probably worry about Storybrooke the whole time she was away, but Emma had voiced her desire to take a break quite a few times.

"Regina, we're going to make it happen. What about this one?" Emma was holding up a brochure for a castle bed and breakfast.

"That's where Belle's from. See, the cookware serves themselves to you. When you want to know what time it is, the clock jumps off of the wall and comes over to tell you. It is great for a taking a good, lazy break. Also, you don't have to learn French." Regina explained.

"And all of that sounds extremely creepy. Which ones do you like?" Emma was excited.

"Well, I know it may seem boring, but I have quite a few vacation homes still in my name in the Enchanted Forest. You know, if everyone didn't go back and burn them down before the Great War. There are still so many places there you've never seen." Regina said. She knew she was speaking out of false nostalgia for a place where she never felt loved or welcome, but she felt like she should offer to show Emma around where she grew up.

"I think we should save that one for a family trip. I'd like to bring Henry. But this one's just us. Even if it's just for a weekend, this is happening, Regina." Emma made her point very clear.

"I understand."

"I mean it. We're taking a vacation. Soon. I will have Spider Unit tie up everyone in this realm if I have to. We're doing it."

Mulan was watching four security screens at once, with five walkie talkies lined up in front of her. Belle took a peek in the door and knew not to sneak up on the Warrior twice in one day. Or ever again, really. She was lucky Mulan hadn't just judo-flipped her on instinct, considering her entire adolescent and adult life had been in the military.

Belle knocked softly, and Mulan took her eyes off of the security cameras to motion Belle in, carrying a little box with her.

"It looks fascinating. What are those grass monsters?" Belle asked, amazed at how clear the images were coming in.

"That's Spider Unit. They're covered to blend in with the scenery. They crawl in on their bellies very slowly to stay undetected." Mulan explained.

"It's working. I couldn't tell that was a Unit at all." Belle said, identifying Snow, David, and Granny easily on the other cameras. But the grass monsters were definitely un-identifiable.

Belle took out the little box and opened it. She knew that she would get nowhere trying to make Mulan talk about feelings. She would have to show them.

"I brought you something." She said to Mulan, who was only keeping half of an eye on the screens. If something happened that the others couldn't handle, they would radio in. Actually, they would radio Emma and Regina first, so she was technically the back-up's back-up.

Belle took out a small silver charm that would normally go on a necklace, except this one had no chain. It was clearly old, possible melded out of pewter, and in the shape of a small bell.

"My mother had this made for me long ago, before she died when I was a child. The chain it came on has long since broken. I still keep it around it this little box." Mulan looked at the ornament, which had Belle's name inscribed on the back.

"I know you're not technically supposed to wear anything on your dog tag chain except dog tags, but I thought it would blend in quite nicely. If you wanted to wear it." Mulan's eyes were wide. She understood the significance of a piece like this.

"Belle, I can't. Your mother gave this to you."

"I trust you." Belle said, closing Mulan's hand around the piece. "If that were you out there like those guys are out there tonight, I would want you to have a little piece of me with you."

Mulan took off her chain, and added the small, flat bell to her tag chain. She put it around her neck. Nobody would even notice it was there, but she would know. She took off a piece of leather strapping from her wrist, one that she always wore, but Belle had never questioned her about. It was quite fashionable, and when Mulan was dressing up for something like a date, she was fashionable in general.

"Then when I'm not here, I want you to have something too. This is leather from my father's leather layer for his armor. When the ends started to fray, I stripped it out and made it into a bracelet." Belle had no idea that the simple piece from Mulan's everyday wear was something so old, and with such significance.

"I trust you." Mulan said back to Belle while looking right into her eyes, putting the bracelet on the slender wrist.

Storybrooke's forces had moved in on Wonderland. Mulan was still in the Communications room, watching camera feeds attached to the helmets of the Spider Unit, as well as keeping contact with Emma and Regina who were in the war room, in case things didn't go as planned and they needed a back-up unit. Luckily for the foot soldiers, they had no idea that the back-up unit options that were being discussed involved where to get a couple's massage and facial spa package.

Snow signaled for the Archers to form a line behind the gunners guarding the gates from their perches. They were to watch the top of the wall like mice hiding from a hawk. No turning to talk, look around at ground level, or so much as scratch an itch.

The first one to break the rule was indeed Snow. The entire line could hear whack. Whack. Whack. Snow wasn't prepared for Wonderland mosquitos. The rest of the Archers had to fight the urge to look, as their leader was now proving to be the biggest distraction.

Captain John had strategically placed Spider Unit in ghillie suits surrounding Cupid's camp, prepared to stalk in undetected. All they had to do was wait for the sniper to hit her target, and grab him. And if it wasn't a clean shot, they each had their sleeping powder grenades. They were prepared to knock out the entire unit if they had to, really hoping it wouldn't come to that and then have to worry about what to do with the piles of sleeping bodies.

Charming was at a top perch over the gate, commanding the mission.

"Visual on Cupid is positive." David watching Cupid come outside of his tent, appearing to yell at one of his guards. They couldn't hear what the guard was being reprimanded for, but they watched the guard being dismissed, and Cupid sat down, pulling out what appeared to be a cigar, lighting up.

"Target is 300 yards away. I am now calculating the wind force." He said to the sniper.

"David, your highness, you're a sweet boy, but I've been using this thing since before you had the pleasure of wetting your first diaper." Granny put the sleeping arrow in her crossbow, lining the crosshairs up with the target.

"I'm still your spotter. You fire on my -"

David watched as Granny's arrow struck right into Cupid's chest, and he slumped over just as the dust exploded around him.

"You've gotta hit them when they're inhaling." Granny said, as David looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Cupid's soldiers looked at their fallen leader in disbelief.

"We're free!" General Clubs yelled at the others. "We're free! Leave him!"

Spider Unit on the ground watched as Cupid's own army ran away, some running into his main tent with sacks, clearly intent on looting it. They could hear yells of "I get his jewels!" or "Run! Before he wakes up!" coming from all over the camp.

Captain John saw no reason at that point to sneak up to grab him, and stood up from his spot. The Unit quickly webbed the target, tucking him into a neat little bundle to drag home. Getting him inside of Wonderland, through to the portal, into the portal, and through to interrogation in Storybrooke was still going to be quite a trek. It appeared that his army could care less that their leader was being kidnapped by what looked like forest monsters.

"Emma, we have the entire world, no all of the worlds literally at our fingertips here, and you're going to tell me that your first choice for our first vacation together is a waterpark?" Regina couldn't believe that spending a weekend wet and covered in chemicals, conditions that most people go out of their way to avoid, was Emma's current first choice.

"What's the problem? It's like a thrill park and a beach getaway all in one!" Emma knew from the Queen's original question that the waterpark was out, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"THE problem? You say that like there's just one. Let's see, if it's cloudy it'll be too cold, if it's sunny I'll be burnt to a crisp, you splash around in chlorine which dries out my skin, there's a good chance that your pool will also include the urine of one or more persons, and plummeting six stories to my aquatic death doesn't exactly scream 'couple's vacation' to me." At the rate they were going, by the time they actually decided on a place to go, they might actually have the free time to take a break.

"Right, because another trip to the jungles of Neverland sounds great. Why on earth would we go there again?"

"I hear it's quite nice now that Mowgli and Baloo took over. Look! They do dinner theater now." Regina pointed back at the pamphlet.

"Rook to Queen, come in Queen." John's voice came in over the radio.

"We hear you, Rook." Regina answered back into the walkie talkie.

"Mission accomplished. Target is in custody, and will be traveling back with us through portal seven. Full platoon accounted for. No casualties."

"Good job, Captain! We'll meet you in the dungeon."

"This could be a spot where we put the caged go-go dancers, but we want some that people can access to paint as well." Tink and Ruby were negotiating with the owner of the Rabbit Hole for what was originally going to be a dance, and was now turning into an all-night blow out.

"That can be arranged. We can have small stages built at stations. Do you want black lighting?" He asked, jotting down all of Tink's requests as the flowed out.

"Absolutely. How do you feel about us bringing in a hot tub?" Ruby and Tink nodded at each other.

"I, well - I guess that's okay, but if you flood my place, I'm going to charge you extra."

"Not a problem. Now, let's talk VIP room options. What's your champagne stock like these days?"

Unfortunately for the Storybrooke knights, "the dungeon" was actually just a spare room next to the vending machines that they had converted by putting blackout shades over the windows and moved some basic restraints into. They weren't ever anticipating going to war again, much less capturing someone who would need to be held.

Cupid was webbed to a chair with a hood over his head. He had been taken the entire way through Wonderland, through the portal, and across campus hooded so that he could never identify his surroundings.

Regina, Emma, and Mulan were now taking over the operation, so those who were in the field could now rest after a job well done.

"He's a lot smaller than I thought he would be. I mean, he looks strong, but not in warlord proportions." Emma said, looking at the captive.

"That's because he's not actually a threat, and he can't do magic without his arrows. As long as we keep him unarmed, he's neutered." Regina was circling the man like a lioness stalking prey. It had been quite some time since she had a prisoner.

"I think I can just hit him until he agrees to never attack anyone ever again." Mulan said.

"I'm hooded, I'm not deaf. I can hear you, ya know. And if this hood is messing up my hair product, so help me!" Mulan knew this was the beginning of one of Cupid's tantrums.

Regina wasn't having it. She walked over and ripped his hood off. He did have some luscious blonde locks, clearly a man who was familiar with leave-in conditioner.

"Oh, did you not want us to mess this up?" The Queen was in her element. She walked right over to Cupid and shook her hands through his hair, creating a messy bird's nest.

"Ah! Stop that! Stop it!" Cupid was now turning beet red, fighting his restraints.

Regina went over to a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors.

"Perhaps, dear Cupid, you need to learn that you are not in your kingdom anymore. You're in ours. We make the rules here, and you do not get to make demands." Regina held up a pinch of hair, hovering the scissors over his head threateningly.

"No! Not the hair!" It certainly didn't take long to make Cupid beg.

"She's really good at this, Emma. Like scary good." Mulan whispered over. The observation served as a reminder that the woman she and Belle had been having double date brunches with was indeed the same women who was formerly known as the Evil Queen.

"I think I'm going to stop arguing with her. About everything. For my own safety. That means there's also a good chance I'm going back to being stranded in a jungle sometime soon for the sake of 'vacation'." Emma whispered back.

Regina started trimming Cupid's hair.

"Please don't." He whimpered.

Trim, trim, trim. The little "snip snip" sounds could be heard throughout the room.

"I'll ask you again. What were you doing attacking Wonderland?"

Cupid continued to whimper, but no answer. To be fair, they didn't actually need an answer, since they knew. But they needed a confession to extradite him back to Wonderland for a trial, and to investigate an appropriate heir to the throne for Valentine Land.

"Maybe giving you a trim isn't good enough." Regina turned to her fellow interrogators. "Emma, be a darling and go get us the buzzer."

"No! Please no! I was so pretty!" Cupid cried.