Wirt woke Greg. Once assured his brother was alright, bar a little battered, Dipper explained everything to Greg and he calmed right down. The next thing to do was decide where to go next, trying to avoid both Bill and the Beast.

"I've got it!" cried Wirt suddenly, after a few minutes of frustrated silence as they all brainstormed. The other two looked at him, hopeful.

Wirt stood up and clapped a hand to his forehead.

"How could I have forgotten? Greg! Beatrice!"

"Of course!" yelled Greg, grinning and leaping up. "Hurrah! Let's go and get her!"

"Wait, wait, wait a minute," Dipper said. "Who's Beatrice?"

"She's our friend, only we got separated before Greg went home and you arrived. She should be home by now- she used the scissors to get rid of her wings... Oh, she was cursed to be a blue bird," Wirt explained to Dipper's horrified look. "Yeah, come on, let's go and ask her for help. I'm sure she could give us a warm bed for the night."

"And maybe some food," Greg muttered.

"Alright," Dipper said. "Let's go, shall we?"

They grabbed the lantern and off they went.

It took them most of the day to get to Beatrice's house. Finally they arrived; it was a large square building with a water mill attached. Smoke was billowing from the chimney- an excellent sign. Greg was skipping and bounding, happy as anything, while Dipper was a little nervous and weary. Wirt just looked and felt exhausted and in considerable pain. He needed a good long rest and a hot bath.

When they reached the door they paused, then Wirt stepped forward and knocked lightly twice.

A few seconds later the door swung open to reveal a short, plump woman with rosy cheeks, copious flaming red hair tied in a large bun, and a face full of freckles. She stared at them all for a moment, then, her eyes settling on Wirt, her features lit up and she cried,

"Oh, Wirt, my dear! How are you?" And she pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

Wirt squeaked.

"I'm grand, Mrs B. How are you?"

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful, dear, thanks to you getting those scissors for us! Oh, oh, oh, come in, dears, come, out of the cold." Mrs B ushered them inside then stood back to look at them. "My, aren't you a sorry sight? You must be Greg," she smiled down at Greg. "Your brother told me all about you."
Greg grinned up at her.

"That's right, Ma'am," he chirped.
"And who's your friend, Wirt, dear?"

"This is Dipper," said Wirt, clapping a hand on Dipper's shoulder. Dipper smiled nervously at her.

"Well, you're all most welcome. I'll call Beatrice- she'll be thrilled to see you all safe and sound. Come in, come in."

They moved down the hall to a cosily lit dining room filled with people. There were seven boys and girls and a man who introduced himself as Mr B, all with shocks of scarlet hair like Mrs B and all covered in freckles. They greeted the three of them pleasantly, shaking their hands.

Soon enough, Wirt, Greg and Dipper were sat at the dining table with cups of hot tea steaming in front of them. Their conversations with the various family members of Beatrice were interrupted by a shriek. Turning, Dipper saw a girl about Wirt's age wearing a light blue dress adorned with a sash, freckled cheeks, shining sapphire eyes and the same bright red hair as her family, decorated with pearly blue beads. Her face was alive with glee as she cried,

"Wirt! Greg!", rushing towards them and encasing the pair of them in a tight hug. It seemed everyone in this family hugged stupidity tight, mused Dipper.

She drew back and beamed at them.

"Oh, it's so good to see you two. I'm so happy you're okay," she said.

"You too," Wirt said. "You're all human again!"

"Yes, thanks to you," smiled Beatrice.

"No problem. Oh, this is our friend Dipper," Wirt told her.

"Nice to meet you," they said simultaneously, blushing.

"So... What brings you here?" One of the red headed brothers asked.

"Well..." Wirt began, but Mrs B stopped him.

"I'm sure whatever it is can wait until the morning, can it not?" She said sternly. "You three all need a hot bath and a hearty meal. Tomorrow we will sort out all of your affairs. That okay?"

"That's excellent!" Greg grinned. "I'm starving."