Grunkle Stan, in his casual outfit, rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses in frustration, as he stood in the Mystery Shack's living room.

"I didn't get made when you basically invited Soos to stay whenever he wanted. I didn't get mad when you invited Bigby to live here. Heck, I didn't get mad when you brought Gompers in to sleep on the couch. But you brought...THAT here!?"

He pointed at Pacifica, who was sitting in between Dipper and Mabel on the floor in front of the TV. Stan was absolutely disgusted at the sight, hatred bubbling up onto his face. Pacifica looked slightly surprised.

"Grunkle Stan, it's alright!" Mabel defended, wearing a sweater with a clown face crossed out in red. "She's waaaaay better than she use to be. She even gave me all of her makeup!"

Pacifica brushed her hair to one side. "Well, all the makeup I had in my bag."

"Not helping," Dipper told her.

Stan just shook his head. "This little brat and her family's been causing problems with us for weeks now! And you invite her to watch..." He paused to pick up the DVD box of the movie the kids were watching. "The Chupacabra Express?" He asked, confused.

Mabel pointed at her brother. "Dipper picked it," she explained, as Dipper awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

"Jeez kid, are you ever not a nerd?" Stan asked, throwing the box over his shoulder. "Where were we? Oh right, moral outrage! Get her outta here!"

"Grunkle Stan, she helped us out with those weird circus people I told you about!" Dipper told him.

Stan frowned. "Really?" He asked the blonde.

"Uh, yeah," she said, not liking the attention from the older man who clearly didn't like her.

Stan stared at her for a few seconds, giving her the evil eye. Eventually, his face softened, as he sighed. "Do I even own this house anymore? Fine, she can come over, but that doesn't mean I have to like it!"

"Thank you, Mister Pines," Pacifica said.

"Yeah yeah, I'm gonna hit the hay," he said, ignoring the girl as he started to walk away. "If you wake me up, I'll throw you out. Trust me, all the money in the world won't save you from some of the stuff I've got hidden in my closet." He then stopped, looking around shiftily. "Don't go in there, by the way," he warned, as he finally left.

The kids, happy that everything went smoothly, started watching the movie again. Pacifica raised an eyebrow at it. "So, they eat goat bones?"

"Yep," Dipper answered.

"Do they really need all of those goats?" She asked.

"Well, they are running a train for Chupacabras," Dipper reasoned.

The three watched silently for a few moments.

"This is so lame," Pacifica declared, as she saw a nod of agreement from Mabel, and a shake of disbelief from Dipper.

"WOLF SEEMS TO BE DOING PRETTY WELL."

"Yes, he does. I'm worried about it."

"WORRIED? WHY SHOULD WE BE WORRIED! THE WOLF IS STILL FITTING NICELY IN OUR-EXCUSE ME-MY PLAN."

"Yes, and don't get me wrong, it's a very nice plan, but he's dangerous with a clear mind. He could figure this out before we have a chance to really put our plans in motion."

"HMMM. YOU COULD BE RIGHT. HOW ABOUT WE THROW HIM A CURVEBALL THEN? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

The Mystery Twins were hanging out on the porch of the Shack, as the sun was high in the air, beating down on them. They decided to just enjoy themselves, and take a small break from any crazy adventures. They were currently laying on the couch on the porch, their heads touching as they were both sticking out opposite ways, resting their eyes.

Suddenly, the screech of tires made them open their eyes, as they sat up. They jumped off the couch with smiles when they saw a red pickup truck park in front of the gift shop.

Soos jumped out of the truck, a huge smile on his face. "That was the best road trip ever!" He exclaimed, as he fist pumped into the air. "Woo!"

Bigby got out of the passenger's side, a deep, tired frown on his face, as he ripped off a gnome that had latched onto his arm by biting him.

"I'll destroy you!" The gnome threatened, before Bigby nonchalantly chucked him into the woods. Bigby then turned back towards the truck, before grabbing a paper bag filled with items in it. He then walked towards the shack, entering through the front door, and going into the kitchen. Everyone followed behind him.

Bigby placed the bag down on the table, before searching thoroughly through the cupboards.

"So, how was your road trip?" Mabel asked.

Bigby stiffened, whipping his head at the girl, and glaring at her.

"Uh, I'll take that as an 'ok'?" She said, nervous, before Bigby got back to searching.

"It was great dudes!" Soos told them. "We found this thing that smelled like cotton candy, and we chased this jumping bean, and then we fought gnomes, and Bigby got into a fight with a coyote, and-"

"There they are!" Bigby exclaimed, as he pulled out a mixing bowl and an egg beater. He placed them on the table, before rummaging the items out of the bag. One by one, he pulled out the Palasian root, the Birchest, and finally, a gnome guard's pointy hat. He threw them all into the bowl, before using the egg beater, turning it into a mass of purplish goop.

"What is that stuff?" Dipper asked, looking at the bowl.

Bigby picked up the concoction. "It's the spell. Where's the nearest mirror?"

"The bathroom," Mabel answered.

"To the bathroom!" Bigby exclaimed, as the four quickly made their way towards the bathroom. While small, they were able to pretty much fit everyone inside, as the Sheriff stared at the medicine cabinet mirror.

"So, what do you do now?" Mabel asked.

In response, Bigby threw the mixture at the mirror, having the goop stick to the glass for a second. Finally, the goop faded into the mirror, disappearing from view, as the clear glass started showing a green vortex swirling inside it.

"I've been thinking about this one for a while. Mirror Mirror, on the wall, will you please answer my call?"

Suddenly, a green face appeared in the mirror, making the others gasp in surprise.

"Hello, Bigby," The Magic Mirror greeted. "It's been a while since we spoke. I was worried you had croaked."

"I got sent out of the Highlands," Bigby explained, scratching his cheek. "Somehow. Anyway, can you show me the Highlands?"

The Mirror frowned, a slight look of sadness on his face.

"What? Oh right, I didn't rhyme. Mirror Mirror-"

"No, it isn't that," The Mirror answered. "The Highlands are no more. Unfortunately, they are covered in gore."

Bigby's eyes widened. "What?"

"They are now called the Homelands, and they no longer house the Fables. They have been forced to move to somewhere more stable."

"Fabletown..." Bigby muttered.

"Fabletown?" Dipper asked.

"We...we were having problems with these...forces. This army. They were starting to attack us, try to take over," Bigby lamented. "We had made a backup plan, incase we couldn't stop them. We made a secret community out of a neighborhood in New York. It looks like we live there now."

"Yes," The mirror confirmed.

"Someone did this. The same person who sent me here. They wanted me gone so they could take over the High...the Homelands," Bigby thought aloud, sullen.

"Are you going back over there?" Mabel asked, worried for her friend.

He shook his head. "There's still a connection between this place and Fabletown. I'm almost positive that this town has something to do with this. I can't leave until I figure out what." He looked at the Mirror. "At least we have a line of communication now. Kinda."

"So, what do we do now?" Soos asked.

Bigby looked down. "I...I don't know."

The twins frowned, as they shared a concerned look. They never saw Bigby this sad before. He was worn out, and hit hard by the news. He seemed almost lost in his own mind, his eyes showing nothing but deep thought.

"Bigby?" Dipper asked.

"Just...give me a moment to myself," he asked, making the three share worried glances with each other, before reluctantly complying, and leaving the bathroom.

"Sheriff?" The Mirror asked, making Bigby look up. "Is there anything I can do for you? Now that I know where you are, and you placed the spell on the premises, I should be able to move freely between any mirror inside."

"Thanks, Mirror."

"Bigby, do you want to see her?"

The wolf went quiet, as he closed his eyes. "Yes."

"I'll need the rhyme."

Bigby gulped. "Mirror Mirror, I need to know. Please, s-show me Snow."

The Mirror swirled, showing the image of Snow, trying to calmly handle a swarm of panicking Fables behind her desk in the Business office of Fabletown. Bigby couldn't hear any sound, but the visual was enough for him.

"Thank god," he muttered, not sure what to do next. "I'll be going, Mirror."

The face of the mirror appeared again. "I'm here when you need me."

The sheriff nodded, as he turned and exited the bathroom, a deep frown still on his face. He needed to think about this, get his mind together. He had no idea what to do, where to go, who to talk to. He had many more questions than answers.

He is sure of one thing though.

Things were about to get crazy.