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The lovers.

What exactly can I do for you?

So here's the deal. Quiet made a wish, then I came back and I made another

It was a simple mistake, heat of the moment type thing. I want the walls to

down just like Quiet, so I'm here to undo my wish. Nothing major.

This is very serious.

I gave you strict instructions. One wish per car.

I know, it was a mistake. That's why I want to take my wish back.

I mean, do you really want that?

It is your sister, after all.

And you... You'd let him make this sacrifice?

It was a big lie, but he must have really wanted her back.

Yeah, but... It's my sister.

It's my choice.

If you want me to solve your wish problem...

Drink from the well.

That well?

Mmhmm.

Alright, that's it. Everything will be taken care of.

Really?

Easy peasy.

You run along now.

Oh, and... Have fun tonight.

Here's some big fun, plant. We are fucked.

Nothing like a little calm before a storm.

Wow.

This bleach stuff is great.

I'm gonna try to clean my insides.

Okay.

Tonight we will be celebrating the annual wintertide solstice promenade.

We will honor the transition of the seasons with music, dance, and general

revelry. Oh, did you say party?

Lucky for you, I love dirty dancing.

I'm not surprised about the dirty part.

You have your Washington days, and I'll pass on the dancing.

We'll see about that!

Please use the contents of this stunningly crafted chest to ready

meet outside the gym at 8 p .m.

Warm solstice, Calypso.

So the next round is a party. John, we fucked with this man's game.

So no, I don't think this next round is just a party.

It can't be that bad.

I'm not taking any chances.

Maybe there's a dance portion.

Wait, did you say Wintertide Solstice Promenade?

I've always wanted to do a prom episode, but I never got the chance. But I've

seen every one.

Tonight is going to be magical.

I'm going to own the dance floor like Carlton Banks in Fresh Prince of Bel

Ain't that right, Harold?

My own little jazzy Jeff.

All right, I need your opinion.

Do I go cocktail casual or Transylvania chic?

Transylvania chic.

You don't know anything.

Prom is for the classics.

Time to stun on these hoes.

Damn.

Ew, get a light.

I am so getting my eggs fertilized tonight.

Time to party.

Quit fiddling. Let Pop -Up do it.

Long over short, then through the hole and back up.

Ah, fuck it. You know what? If Ricky didn't need a tie in my so -called life,

neither does my stew.

Yo.

Purple suit.

Looking sharp, Stu.

It's plum.

Plum, huh?

I like the fruit.

Yeah, I got it.

Check the suit.

Check. Handsome son of a bitch to fill it in?

Double check.

How great is this?

I mean, the invites, the suits.

It's like I'm in a fairy tale.

God, this is fucking lame.

Is there a breeze in here?

You look amazing.

Thanks.

Chopping it up kind of worked out.

Also, you'd still have my hatchet. Oh.

This dress fits like shit.

I think that's because you have it on backwards.

Sure, let me help you.

Why'd you do this?

Beautiful. Oh, very handsome.

Here we fucking go.

Lovely. Very dapper.

Welcome to the Wintertide Solstice Promenade.

A celebration dating back to the Roanoke Colony. Back then, they

would gather to honor life's transitions.

The moments we all share in common.

And this Eve, we honor the death of autumn and celebrate the birth of

honor the dead with our own offering of life.

I want you aware of her.

Oh, good. It's blood.

Who's next?

I gotta splinter.

Right or left?

I think we can skip you.

Cal, I gotta tell you, loving the theme.

Also, you are a masterful storyteller.

Me too.

To those who have fallen.

Thank you for your offering.

I'll bet.

Yeah, Splinter didn't disappear.

Now, there has been much death.

And there will be more. But tonight... Tonight is for

the living.

Have an order!

Pinwheel?

Hey, everybody get over here and make a dance circle around me.

Saw that.

I absolutely approve.

Who's ready to make some precious memories?

Hell yeah. Let's go.

I don't know, man.

You sure it's not going to melt our eyes or something?

Still.

Hey, Stu.

You got to get in here.

It's not the three bromigos without you.

Don't get your purple tushy in here, man.

Hey, if you guys want to be the ugliest ones in the photo, I'm happy to oblige.

Have you seen this, Bri?

What are you doing? What? They put marshmallows inside a cereal. I'm but a

man. Wait.

Did you want one?

No. And you shouldn't have one either. They're probably laced with something.

Or the DJ's spinning subliminal messages in his beats, and when the bass drops,

we're all going to tell each other.

Maybe, but I'm going to eat this.

I'm just saying, something is up.

No, I get that.

Like when it seems all good on the outside, but on the inside there's a

waiting.

Like these tasty pig in a blanket.

Come on.

They're good. I've had like six of them.

You're acting like nothing's wrong.

Something's always wrong.

It's been that way our entire lives.

Now, sure, Glypso might try some shit.

But tonight, I'm here with you, right now.

And you look nice.

Oh, great. I'm glad to know I'll make a beautiful corpse.

I'm gonna go check the rest of the perimeter. Enjoy your hogs.

Hi, mister.

Sorry. We can't get distracted before the next round.

Truth is, sweetie, he thinks about you at night.

He's just nervous you won't like the rest of us.

Well, you can tell him he doesn't have to be nervous.

I think his horses are kind of cute.

I love a hive.

Okay, now, buttoned -up insider came to get loose.

Yeah, well, this party fucking sucks.

You know, I tried to go to prom one time.

Took the love of my life.

They didn't let us in.

Turns out this bitch, Destiny, told Principal Wilson that we were gonna do

ecstasy.

Which, hey, we were.

But because of her...

Kelly and I never got our dad.

Wait, wait, so you're a lesbian?

Yeah, I'm a lesbian.

Do you have a fucking problem with that?

Nope.

Axel loves the lesbians.

Right answer, bitch.

Oh, just ask her already.

Yeah, pussy.

Would you like to dance?

I'd love to.

You're the

woman

that I want to see on putting it down.

Come on, Dave. Come on, Dave. You're my brother.

Come on, Dave. You're my pretty boy. Me,

me, me.

Hey,

dude. You guys want to get down on these fingies?

Hell yeah.

Now, Dave, these are chicken fingers, not people fingers.

Sure you still want one?

Goddamn, Stu.

Really? Dave, don't eat me.

You can't say shit like that to someone in recovery, Stu.

Shit, I feel horrible.

He's probably going back to his room to do some meditation.

I'll go talk to him.

Let him know you didn't mean it. No, I got this.

We're just starting to really bond.

I want to own this mistake.

I think he'd really respect that.

Stu, are you sneaking off to do some drugs?

Yeah.

I'm proud of that kid.

Oh, so now you're all dancing.

Unbelievable.

So how's the perimeter?

You find anything suspicious?

No.

But I can feel it. Yeah?

Something's off.

Well, I'm going to go investigate the dance floor. So if I'm not back in five

minutes, you might want to come get me.

Thank you.

Well, thank you for joining

Go Grimm! Go Grimm! Go Grimm! Go Grimm!

Go Grimm!

What the fuck?

That's supposed to be my dead circle.

This isn't over yet.

Dave, where are you, dude?

Dave?

Party's not the same without you.

Holy shit, you can suck your own dick?

That's fucking awesome.

Silly people.

Everybody backslides, Stu.

Dave, let's just take it easy.

You're not yourself right now. Mike and I can help you.

You fucking can't. This is who I've always been.

Now the mask's off, bitch, and I'm not going to let you turn Mike against me.

No, no, no, no, no.

You punched your own ticket, dude.

Sorry. So now I think I'm going to boil your flesh.

And then when you're nice and tender, I'm going to feed it to him. Mike.

No. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A piping hot bowl of streusel!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What the fuck?

You're so tangy.

That was good, Stu.

Hey, that's some good chompers on you, you fuck.

How'd that taste?

Like ass.

I hope you enjoyed the appetizer. Because I'm coming in.

and get you back to prom.

Dear bros and bras, I bet

you're wondering how I got here.

Well, it's kind of a funny story.

Woo! My traps better be glistening.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Hey, I need to get a picture of how good I look. No, how good you look.

Uh, yeah, no pass.

Come on, it'll be fun. Dude, I look like ass in this dress.

No, uh, you look great.

I don't know, maybe butt your hair up.

Where'd you get that?

The thing in your hair?

I don't really know.

Had it ever since I was a baby.

I've never done this before.

It's all new.

You're doing great, my stinky little bed bug.

Look at this exoskeleton.

Mama like.

Give me that. Oh,

we're going to come.

We're going to come.

Oh, man, Grim. I didn't think you could land her, but you've proven me wrong.

Well, guess you win the bet.

What are you talking about, Grimmy? Was I in a bet?

No. No, no, no, no, no. I am looking bad.

It's not like that. I thought you liked me.

Vanessa, come back. We can explain.

I guess you were right, Harold.

She wasn't all that after all.

Order.

You've been gone a while.

Oh, how things go today?

Uh, he forgave me.

Oh, yeah.

Nice. Yeah.

Well, uh, where is he?

Um, he said he had some personal demons he needs to, uh, shava -thana about.

Of course he did.

You want to hit the snack table?

Actually, I've got a better idea.

Rolled hacky sack?

Hell yeah, dude.

You kept it after all this time?

Of course I did, man. This means a lot to me.

Me too.

See? I told you you looked cute.

That's what I look like?

Ha! I look great!

May I have a dance?

Yeah, sure.

Just a few more kills to go.

I never thought I'd get a night like this.

Quiet if we survive this thing.

Every night can be like this.

John, I have something to tell you.

Don't say it.

Why not?

Because you don't have to.

Like on TV, it's also magical.

Oh no, what's happening?

Oh no.

This smoke smell will do you, Harold.

Harold?

Harold?

Harold?

No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, you can't.

On a bet.

No. No.

No, no, no.

We gotta get out of here.

Whoa. What's in this?

Punch. It's not the punch.

It's the smoke.

Whippy. Kill me, Taylor.

Try not to breathe the smoke.

Hey.

Hey. Hey, little girl.

I didn't mean to leave you alone.

What is going on with you?

What is going on with me?

Come on, stay with me.

Fine.