Brian was preparing to head north of the Wall to capture a wight, along with Lois, Thoros, Hayley, Jeff, Gendry, the Hound, Tormund, and Stewie.
Lois wasn't too happy about Stewie coming with them. "I'd rather ya stayed here where it's safe."
"I have to go," Stewie explained patiently. "The plan can't succeed without me."
"But what if somethin' goes wrong? I've already lost Pee-tah and Chris. I couldn't bear losin' you too."
"Nothing will happen to me," Stewie assured her. "This isn't my first time going beyond the Wall."
And so, the party set out. They trudged through the snow, with Lois carrying Stewie in her arms.
Eventually, they halted at the bottom of a hill. Brian said, "This looks like a good spot to dig."
And they all got to work digging a deep pit in the ground. The plan was to wait until a wight came along, and then Stewie would warg into the wight and make him fall into the pit. When the hole was finished, Brian and Tormund dropped an old fishing net in so that it stretched across the bottom. They would use this to hoist the wight up from the pit once it had been trapped.
"Now all we have to do is wait for a wight to show up," said Brian.
"I hope there's only one and not a whole bunch of them," said Tormund.
It wasn't long before a wight came shambling along.
"Wow, that's one ugly looking creature," said Jeff.
The wight saw the group of people standing in the snow, and let out an awful roar. It raced towards Brian and his friends. But Stewie was ready. He warged into the wight, just as planned, and made him walk to the edge of the pit and jump in.
Brian yanked on a rope that was sticking out of the pit, tightening the net around the wight inside. "Okay, now we pull him up," he said.
It took all of them together to lift him, but they managed it. Before long, the wight lay on the ground, trussed up like a fish. He was still roaring and screeching, but he couldn't move a muscle.
"Wow, that went off without a hitch," said Hayley.
"Yeah, it worked just like you said, Brian," said Gendry.
"If this doesn't convince Joffrey, nothing will," Brian said proudly.
Then there was trouble.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Oh no! White Walkers!" Thoros cried.
It was the White Walkers all right. Over a dozen of them, along with hundreds of wights. They were coming over the crest of the hill, heading for Brian and his friends!
"We've gotta get outta here!" yelled the Hound.
Suddenly, a figure on horseback interposed itself between them and the army of the dead. The person on the horse was a man who looked just like Peter Griffin, except he had a black mustache. He carried a flaming whip in one hand.
Lois recognized the man at once. "Thaddeus!"
Yes, it was Peter's brother Thaddeus Griffin, who had disappeared so long ago.
"Where have you been all this time?" Brian cried. "Everyone thought you died!"
"I did die," Thaddeus said sadly. "The White Walkers killed me, but the children of the forest reanimaled me into life so I wouldn't become a wight. I'm goin' to fight for the living as long as I can. You guys run. I'll try an' hold these monsters off!"
And so, they all turned and ran, with the two strongest people in the part, Tormund and the Hound, dragging the captured wight along in the net. Lois was still carrying Stewie. Stewie looked over his mother's shoulder and watched his famous uncle flailing his flaming whip at the wights to keep them at bay. But there were just too many of them, and soon they encircled him and began to tear him apart.
Stewie shed a tear for the uncle he had heard so much about, but never met until now, at the moment of his death.