As the young Snow and Bash were preparing for their distraction, Grumpy and his two companions were riding through the mines on their little mine cart. Yet again Grumpy was grumbling about something.
"What is it this time Grump?" Doc asked exasperated; he already knew the answer.
"Snow. It's just... something doesn't sit well with me about her, I can't put my finger on it."
He shook his head, "We've known Snow since the orphanage Grump, she helped us get out of there. Without her we would still be-"
"I know, I know. It's just, there's something I didn't tell you, something about Snow..." Doc's eyes narrowed. Grumpy wasn't the type to hide things, if anything he was the type who you wished would shut up.
With his arms stretched out Hypnos yawned, "What are you two jabbering about this time?" The others rolled their eyes, the old sleepyhead was up.
"Grump's just complaining about Snow, again." Drawled Doc. Hypnos sniggered.
"Har, har. Believe what you will but I won't blindly put my faith in someone who's destined to cause my demise." Grumbled Grumpy.
"What, what are you talking about Grump? Demise? Why would Snow ever do anything to harm you?" Asked Doc.
"W-well-"
"C'mon, spit it out already." For a guy who slept all day, Hypnos sure was impatient.
"I'm trying to you old lug! Let me finish outting the words together sheesh!" Grumpy sighed, "Sorry. Do you remember that gig we took a few months back? The one in the gingerbread house? Well you were probably sleeping through it. Anyways, because Bash was too sick you and Doc had to stay back and take care of him. I decided to go with Snow, keep her out of trouble y'know. Something went wrong; just before Snow burned the witch who lived there she said something to me, 'Beware the girl and her looking glass. If the looking glass comes into her contact everyone will die.'"
"That sounds like the words of a kook trying to save her life." Doc looked at him disbelievingly.
"You don't understand, you weren't there. She sounded different, almost like she was possessed."
"Humph, now it sounds like you're the one who's been dreaming." Hypnos joked.
"Well we'll have to talk about this some other time. Right now we have a job to do and it looks like we're here." Huffed Grumpy.
...
Inside the wine cellar the three men scoured the area for their loot, a Screaming Eagle Cabernet. The cellar itself was ginormous, a masoleum of wines. Wines of all sorts were stacked so high the shelves could touch the ceiling. It was as if the three were searching for a needle in a haystack, a very luxurious haystack. They spent hours searching through the maze of liquor when suddenly two voices appeared. The two voices got closer and closer.
"Hide!" Whispered Doc. The three of them ran in opposite directions, aimlessly searching for a hiding spot.
"I do feel terribly sorry that you have to work for such a terrible mistress." Cried one of the voices.
"Oh she ain't all that bad ya know. Just a lil rough round the edges." Replied the other voice. It was Bash, in one of the funkiest accents Grumpy ever heard. Suddenly the first voice started shouting.
"You there! Stop!" he cried. The next moment a moan escaped from the voice's mouth, followed by a thud.
"You can come out now. I took care of him." Said Bash. Doc jumped for joy. They didn't have much time left, eventually someone would come down to see what the ruckus was about.
"Please tell me you found the wine already?" Grumpy rolled his eyes. Bash sighed. They were totally screwed. Just then the door slammed open.