Sinister Squad

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Are you sure our boy's

going to show?

This isn't exactly his

neighborhood, Goldie.

This isn't home for us

either, Piper.

Back home this guy is the

biggest of the big baddies.

I know people who wouldn't even

say his name out of fear that

they would lose their firstborn.

Pss.

What kind of name is

rumpelstiltskin anyway.

Alice:
Alright, you two -

stay mum.

Here he comes, the

squirrely bugger.

Remember, Piper, dear-

he's expecting a dealer named

hans to give him a piece of the

magic mirror.

And where he goes...

Death's messengers are

never far behind.

Where's hans?

Couldn't make it.

He sent me.

I'm Piper.

Did - did you bring it?

It's nearby.

You fiending, pal?

Careful, Piper.

If you know hans, then you

know why I need it.

-Sure. Sure.

You're running out of juice and

you need a taste of the good

stuff.

Great a magic mirror.

Ground up for?

What do you snort it?

Do you have it ?!

Anything for rumpelstiltskin--

hey sshh!

Sshh!

Don't move.

This is new.

Where is it, huh? Where is it!

I told you, it's nearby.

Alice.

Alice:
Piper's fine. Stay put.

I don't want him in that blonde

head of yours, too.

Where did you hear that name?

Hans.

You're lying.

Hans would never tell you that

name. Do you know why?

Because I told him not to.

Just like I can tell you to give

me what I need.

Then do it.

Give it to me now!

Oh, oh.

You lost your juice, pal?

No, no, no, no,

no, no, not now.

Who sent you?

Was it them?

Who is them?

Death:
Rumpelstiltskin.

Goldie:
Alice something's

happening.

Alice:
It's him. Death or one of

his messengers.

Alice:
His powers are

gone! After him!

He can't move.

Did you think you could

hide from him?

You were supposed to bring

him the magic mirror.

You broke it.

And you cheated him.

Death doesn't like to be

cheated.

Next time tell him to

read the fine print.

Tell him yourself.

Male #1:
Alice, blood.

Curiouser and curiouser.

We've made a delightful mess of

things, haven't we?

Let's not dally, now.

It's through the

looking glass for you.

Is this thing on?

Hats off

to our newly arrived guest.

I'm sure you have oh so many

questions, but for now, a word

of advice:

Don't try too terribly hard to

keep your head

some would say,

to survive here

you'd have to be mad

as a hatter.

Most people think me quite mad.

Monsters and magic.

Uncommon nonsense they say.

Perhaps I am mad.

Why sometimes I've believed as

many as 6 impossible things

before breakfast.

But...

I've seen wonder. Mad or not,

you're quite real.

Someone needs to make sure

you're not being naughty.

After all, it was you who

turned the fabric of reality

into something not unlike

Swiss cheese, I'm afraid.

So sorry you're unable to

speak.

I prefer to be absolutely

certain you've lost your powers

of persuasion,

before loosening up that silver

tongue of yours.

A:

reminder, dear Alice, our good

Piper's just returned

from a jaunt at the zoo and he's

brought a guest.

And miss goldilocks

stepped out for her date.

When she returns we'll be near

to bursting and all before

tea time!

Seeing as your restraint, I'm

sure he needn't tell you but

keep

your appendages appended by

keeping them to yourself.

Else they're likely to be bit

off by what's behind

below.

Alice:
Your new cellmate,

as it were.

This big baddie was our first

recruit.

That's a good Wolfie.

First of many!

Before I

remember, will one of the

tweedles

please forget to give the good

doggie a proper housing?

That little lemon's gone

a tadripe.

As you can see,

your meddling's brought all

sorts of grim beasties

and monsters from your

world to mine.

Unfortunately, you also let

something else in.

Something worse.

Alice:
A cult. Armed, trained

working for death himself.

Death's messengers.

I think you know them.

Judging by your friend in the

alleyway.

Alice:
They're planning

something and it's up to us to

stop them.

I'll be clear.

Whether I allow you to speak or

not depends entirely on what

you're willing to say.

Alice:
Tell me everything you

know about these messengers.

If you cooperate I can make your

stay here a tad more

comfortable.

Perhaps even you won't have to

eat through a straw for the rest

of your life, hmm?

Otherwise, breaking the magic

mirror will bring you more than

just seven years bad

luck, I'm afraid.

Alice:
We'll keep rounding

up monsters.

You can decide whether you

want to be one or not.

Blink twice if you've

understood me.

And blink twice if we

have a deal.

Hmm.

Suit yourself.

I'll leave you to think

about it.

Piper:
You sure you want to go

alone, Goldie?

Golding:
He's expecting an

escort.

I don't want him running off

before I have a chance to take

him in.

Piper:
I don't think this guy

scares easily. You'd be lucky to

land one hit.

Goldie:
One is all I need.

How tough could he be with a

name like bluebeard?

I asked for a brunette.

Ha! Ha!

Naughty little girl.

Blondes have more fun.

Ah, we'll see.

Yes, you've met my wives.

No one's ever...

Hit me before.

You must be special.

I'm going to take my time.

Better hurry up then.

I knew I only had one

shot to land a hit.

So I made it count.

Poison should only take a

minute or two.

Give or take.

Alright, bring them in.

Piper:
Rumpelstiltskin,

yeah, his mouth definitely

was one of ours.

Where we're from he's a bit

of a bogeyman.

A powerbroker. Literally,

actually.

Traded influence for favors.

Delusions of grandeur,

for sure,

but never quite got

power of his own.

A whisper from him and a king

would hand over his crown.

An army would retreat.

At least that was before he

broke the magic mirror.

It was a gateway between worlds.

He could've used it to go

anywhere.

But he broke it.

Somehow tied himself to it and

he needs it or he is powerless.

Honestly, I don't get it.

If his powers aren't working

then he's just a glorified

conman.

Why do you want him?

It's not what he can do that

I'm interested in,

it's what he knows.

Who he knows.

I'm convinced he wants something

from these messengers.

Or perhaps more likely, that

they want something from him.

Yeah. Yeah, he was pretty

spooked back in the alley.

I got to go with Alice on this

one, Goldie.

If you say so.

Who's next?

The big bad wolf.

Got a temper on him.

Didn't recognize him from back

home, but I know the type.

Found him at the zoo,

of all places.

He was eating the animals.

You didn't see what he did to

those poor little pigs.

Took six tranq darts just to

bring him down.

I thought I was going

to lose my head.

What?

You've seen worse?

I've lived with worse.

Hmm.

Goes by bluebeard,

obvious reasons.

He has a set of blades

he calls his wives.

Somehow it makes him stronger

every time he kill someone.

Goldie:
When I picked one up i

could feel the life force of

everyone he killed.

Almost like it was flowing

through me making me stronger.

But he only kills women?

A lot of them.

Is that you in there, Goldie?

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