And now of course you want to know what had really happened to Stewie. Earlier that night, he'd woken up to find Dipper and Mabel standing beside his bed.

Stewie blinked and rubbed his eyes. "I say! How the deuce did you get past the guards outside my door?"

Mabel was holding a glass jar. "They're right in here," she said, tapping it.

Stewie looked inside. Four men were in there, shrunken down to the size of insects. Stewie recognized Drennan and Squint, the two who had been standing outside his door a moment ago. The other two must have been keeping watch on Dipper and Mabel's room. "Amazing! How did you do that?"

"With this," said Dipper. He took a flashlight out of his backpack. "Watch what it can do."

He turned the flashlight on and pointed it at a picture on Stewie's wall. The picture shrank down to the size of a postage stamp.

"I invented it myself," Dipper said proudly. "I found the magic crystal that powers it in the woods near the Mystery Shack."

"Can it make things big again too?" Stewie asked.

"Sure can. You just have to turn the crystal over." He removed the crystal from the front of the flashlight, flipped it over, and fastened it back in place. Then he shined it at the picture again and it grew to normal size.

Stewie was impressed. "Bet Tyrion Lannister'd love to get his hands on that. He could use it to make himself taller."

"And we can use it to escape!" Mabel said. "We'll shrink ourselves down and walk out of here without anyone seeing us. When we're a good distance away, we'll zap ourselves back to our regular sizes."

"Excellent idea!" said Stewie. "What do we do with these guys?" He indicated the four in the jar. "Should we kill 'em?"

"I don't think there's any need for that," Dipper said quickly. "We could just leave the jar on your night table. Theon probably won't find them until after we've made our getaway."

"Okay," Stewie said reluctantly.

Dipper lifted Stewie out of bed and set him in his wheelchair. He shrank Stewie and the wheelchair down to an inch high. Then he shrank Mabel, and finally himself.

The three of them walked out the open door and into the hall, Mabel pushing Stewie's wheelchair. They made their way through the castle. They only saw one ironman on their way outside, and he didn't notice them.

They were crossing the courtyard when they came upon Hodor. He was shuffling sadly around in a circle, still covered in bruises from the ironmen's spears. "Hodor," he mumbled sadly.

Stewie whispered urgently to Dipper and Mabel, "We should bring him with us."

"Hodor?" said Dipper. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I don't know how he'd like being shrunk."

Stewie nodded. "They'll kill him before long if we leave him here. Theon's never been patient with him. And he could carry me, instead of me riding in this infernal contraption."

"Okay," said Dipper. He pointed the flashlight at Hodor and shrank him to their size.

Hodor was very confused. Everything was suddenly bigger. "Hodor?" he inquired.

A regular sized person wouldn't have been able to hear the tiny voice above the wind, but Stewie heard it just fine. "It's all right, Hodor. You're okay. We just had to shrink you for a while so we could get you out of here. Look, I'm tiny too."

Hearing Stewie's voice, Hodor turned and waddled towards them. "Hodor!" He approached Stewie and picked him up.

"Yeah, that's the way," Stewie said. "We're getting out of here, away from those awful krakens. Just follow our friends Dipper and Mabel and we'll all be safe."

Dipper and Mabel headed for the gates and Hodor lumbered after them with Stewie in his arms. They slipped between the bars and out into the open. They headed for the woods.

Once they were far enough away, Dipper restored them to normal.

"What should we do now?" Mabel asked. "Should we try to join up with Chris and Grunkle Stan?"

Stewie shook his head. "How would we find them? They could be just about anywhere. I think we should head north."

Dipper knew what he was thinking. "You want to go beyond the Wall and look for the three eyed raven, don't you? I don't know about that, man. No one knows what's up there. Even my journal doesn't say too much about it. I mean, all it says about the raven is that he lives beyond the Wall."

"The raven said he'd teach me to fly," Stewie insisted stubbornly. "Look, why don't we go at least as far north as the Wall? My friend Brian will be there. We could see him."

"Okay," said Dipper. "We'll go to the Wall, and then decide what we're going to do from there."