Mayor Walker died in the middle of the night and October and Wednesday knew that it wasn't an accident.

There was a funeral being held, so all of them had to show up.

It was pouring rain too.

October stood with Ajax and Enid while Wednesday preferred to be a bit secluded so he didn't get in the way of trying to find the murderer. Wednesday had told him that Sheriff Galpin had told her that she and October were off not to be investigating anymore, since the basement of the mansion had been cleared out.

October looked at the mourner's faces, trying to find someone who didn't look to be in mourning. Dr. Kinbott seemed a bit fine, interestingly enough.

He looked and spotted a figure in a black hat and trench coat. The figure moved beyond some trees.

He went after the figure, folding up his umbrella as the figure ran deeper in the woods. He heard Wednesday running after him.

He lost sight of the figure which went behind a tree.

Wednesday asked, "Did you find them?"

"No," October replied, turning in a circle to find the figure.

Something thudded behind them.

They took out the swords that was hidden in their umbrella and turned around to point it at the person, who pressed the blades together with their hands and electrocuted it causing them to drop the swords in surprise.

"Still as sharp as ever, my pigtailed and firestarting protégés," a familiar voice said.

October smiled as his uncle lifted his head to look at them. He said, "Uncle Fester."

Uncle Fester took off his hat and chuckled.

October ran over to hug him. Even Wednesday had a huge grin on her face.

Wednesday asked, "How long have you been stalking us?"

October let go of his uncle so they can start walking.

"Just blew into town this morning and was hit by a wave of nostalgia," Fester said.

"I thought you didn't go to Nevermore," Wednesday said.

"I didn't," Fester replied. "Your dad got all the brains. But I used to drop in on him. Usually from the ceiling with a dagger clutched between my teeth just to keep him on his toes."

October chuckled at that, "Of course."

Wednesday glared at him because she said that at the same time as him.

"He filled me in on what's been going on," Fester said. "Monsters..." He looked at the scars on October's face and neck, before continuing, "Murder, mayhem. What fun! I told him I had a job in Boston, but I'd be checking up on you both."

October asked, "What job are you doing?"

"The kind that means I need somewhere to lay low for a couple of days," Fester told them. He gave them a look, like he knew that they knew where he can stay.

Well, Eugene did say that his hive was their hive...

They led their uncle to the hive and Wednesday opened the door.

"This place belongs to a friend," Wednesday said.

Fester seemed surprised by that as October closed the door.

"You've actually made a friend," Fester said.

"October made three," Wednesday added.

Fester stated, "Those poor kids will be going home in body bags."

Eugene almost went home in a body bag, and Enid would have too, now that October thought about it.

"Oh," Fester stated. "I like a hideout that comes with snacks."

"The bees are hibernating," Wednesday said. "They're practically Eugene's children."

Fester opened the top of a hive, "Ooh." He chuckled.

"Leave them alone," October told him. "They're not food!"

Fester had a bee and looked at them.

Wednesday was glaring at Fester, who put the bee back and closed the lid. Fester was saying, "You know, when you give me that death stare of disapproval, you remind me of your mother." He looked at them, "Speaking of scary things, you know what kind of monster you're dealing with?"

"We haven't been able to identify it," Wednesday said. She took the drawing out of her pocket and handed it to Fester.

Fester looked at it, "Ooh." He looked at them, "It's called a Hyde."

October looked at him, "Like Jekyll and Hyde?"

Fester nodded, humming at them.

Wednesday asked, "You've seen one before?"

"Oh, yeah," Fester said. "In '83, during my vacay at the Zurich Institute for the Criminally Insane. It's where I got my first lobotomy. But you know lobotomies. They're kind of like tattoos. Can't just get one."

October nodded. He planned on getting a lobotomy once he turned eighteen.

"Tell us about the Hyde," Wednesday said.

Fester sighed, "Olga Malacova. Jeez. She had it all. Beauty, brains, and a penchant for necrophilia." He chuckled at that.

October looked at Wednesday who looked impassive.

"Olga was a concert pianist," Fester continued. "'Til one night she transformed in the middle of a Chopin sonata. Massacred a dozen audience members." With a smile, he added, "And three music critics."

Wednesday asked, "What triggered her?"

October asked, "Did she just change on her own?"

Fester shrugged, "No idea. I only saw her in group electroshock therapy."

"There's never been any mention of Hydes in any outcast book," Wednesday griped. "And Nevermore is reputed for having the best collection!"

"I mean, considering how I only got away from it with permanent scars, I'm not surprised that they want nothing to do with them," October admitted.

"Yeah, it's a surprise you survived the attack," Fester said. "But have either of you tried Nathanial Faulkner's diary?"

October and Wednesday looked at each other then back at Fester, who hummed and pointed at them.

"Before he founded Nevermore, Faulkner traveled the world, cataloging every outcast community," Fester said.

One day, October decided, that he'll become as knowledgeable as his uncle.

Wednesday asked, "How do you know this?"

"You think your parents can't keep their hands off each other now, oy vey," Fester stated. "I showed up unannounced one night in Gomez's dorm room. Let's just say, I wasn't interrupting a pillow fight." He chuckled.

"I didn't need that visual," October said, rubbing his eyes. "How they only have three children is beyond me."

"Uncle Fester," Wednesday said.

"Yeah," Fester muttered.

Wednesday asked, "The diary, where is it?"

"Nightshades Library," Fester stated. "You dad parked me there and said I should settle in for a long stretch. And that's when I found this nifty little safe. I was hoping for a stash of cash or jewels but instead I found a diary."

Wednesday looked at them, "We'll sneak into the Nightshade's Library tonight. In the meantime, lay low."

"Yes, doing some breaking and entering with our uncle. It'll be as fun as grave digging with our mother," October said, happily.

Fester looked happy at the thought of breaking and entering with his niece and nephew.

Wednesday grabbed her umbrella and went to the door. She stopped and looked at Fester, "If you are discovered, I will disown you and collect all the reward money tied to your capture."

"I'd expect nothing less," Fester said.

Wednesday left, while Fester held his hand up for her.

October hugged his uncle one more time before leaving as well.

Wednesday walked back and opened the door, ordering, "Leave the bees alone," before slamming the door shut.

October went with Wednesday to her dorm room, so he can look over a jewelry box while Wednesday typed on her novel.

Wednesday had also told him that Laurel Gates died twenty years ago, but a bed had been recently made and was cleaner than the rest of the house.

He couldn't get any memories since his psychometry was still on the fritz from that night in the woods where he got sucked four hundred years in the past.

He looked at the photos that had been taken of Wednesday. It was strange, since he received a new photo of Wednesday standing under her umbrella at the funeral. He still didn't know who it was or why they sent him two pictures of Wednesday. It was actually creepy.

Wednesday took the jewelry box from him and opened it, looking at the dancer on it, before sticking it in her desk drawer.

The door opened and October looked over at it.

Enid walked in and looked sheepish. "Sorry, I figured you two were still at Mayor Walker's wake."

"As soon as the dirt hits the coffin, we're out," Wednesday stated.

Enid looked awkward, "I can't seem to find my bottle of silver moon nail polish. Do you mind...if I look around? Yoko's hosting a mani-pedi party for her crew."

"This is the third time in twenty-four hours you've forgotten something," Wednesday stated, crossing her arms.

October decided that it was time to duck out. He needed to update Ajax on the investigation.

"Wednesday and I got a lead on the monster," October told Ajax.

Ajax asked, "What is it?"

"A Hyde," October told him.

Ajax looked confused, "Like from The Strange Case of Jekyll & Hyde?"

"Yeah," October said, "A regular person who transforms into the monster."

"Makes a lot of sense," Ajax said nodding, "A nice person who turns into a murderer. I can see it."

"Yeah, but Wednesday and I got a lead on where to look for information on it," October said.

Ajax seemed confused, "How did you get this lead?"

"My uncle," October said. "He sort of knew a Hyde, Olga Malacova. They had group electroshock therapy together in Zurich when he vacationed at a criminal institute."

Ajax looked stunned at that, "Why do you still surprise me when you tell me stories about your family?"

October shrugged, "I don't know."

October met up with Wednesday at the Edgar Allan Poe statute. Wednesday looked behind her, to make sure that no one else was behind them, before snapping twice.

The statue opened up and they went down the stairs.

October turned a flashlight on.

Wednesday called out, "Uncle Fester?"

Where was he at anyway?

"Who's Uncle Fester?"

That was Xavier.

Why did this guy just lurk and loom everywhere?

Wasn't it obvious by the title 'uncle' being used?

Wednesday looked awkward, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm an actual Nightshade, I don't have to explain myself," Xavier told her. "What's your excuse for creeping around in the middle of the night?"

Christ, it was awkward.

"We like creeping around in the middle of the night," October replied.

"We're doing research," Wednesday said.

Xavier asked, "On the monster?"

"We know that it's a Hyde," October replied.

"There's nothing in here matching that thing," Xavier told them.

Wednesday stated, "Isn't that convenient?"

Xavier asked, "You know what your problem is?"

October face-palmed at that and asked, "Oh, my god, can you two hash this crap out somewhere else? I'd rather chew off my foot than listen to you bitch at each other."

They seemed to ignore that in favor of bickering at each other.

It was worse because he knew that Fester was clearly watching from the shadows.

"Because for some reason I cannot fathom or indulge, you seem into my brother," Wednesday was saying. "And if you want to date him, you have to get over issues with me. If you can't, then stay away from him."

Well...that was highly unnecessary.

"Wednesday..." October started, because he didn't want her saying stuff like that. "That's completely un—"

Xavier took off and through the silence; they heard the statue slide back into place.

Fester grunted.

Wednesday asked, "How long have you been lurking?"

"Long enough to feel the awkwardness that October was emitting," Fester said, holding his hands up, and sending off some electricity between his fingers. "What was all that tension about? Seriously, you could cut it with an executioner's axe."

"He was into me, but then he decided that October was a better option," Wednesday stated.

"She originally thought that he was the Hyde," October said with a shrug. "So, she manipulated him and now he's bitchy towards her."

There was a patter of fingertips over on a side desk.

Thing had arrived.

"I'd recognize the patter of those fingertips anywhere," Fester stated. He went to the appendage, "Hello Thing."

Thing stomped his thumb and shook.

Oh, he was pissed.

"You can't still be mad about the Kalamazoo job. It wasn't my fault," Fester stated.

Thing launched himself at Fester's throat to strangle him.

October watched as Fester struggled with the hand.

Fester was saying, "You said you could crack that safe in thirty seconds. Five minutes later, we were still standing there. You're all thumbs."

October asked, "Are you two done yet?"

Wednesday said, "Enough!"

Fester and Thing turned around. Thing was on Fester's shoulder, but Thing had a finger hooked in Fester's mouth.

"Let him go," Wednesday stated. Thing released Fester's mouth. "Show us the diary." October turned to look for the safe.

Fester led them to a painting of Ignatius Itt, saying, "Iggy was Faulker's right hand. Trained a generation of Nightshades. And behind Iggy Itt..." Thing opened the lid that hid the safe.

"Oh, really?" October was in disbelief, "I looked at that painting because Iggy was Coustin Itt's relative and it had the safe behind it?"

Thing climbed up to the safe, "Do I have time for a snooze, or can you crack this quickly?"

"Don't be a dick, Uncle," October said as Thing flexed his fingers and got to work on the dial to the safe.

Thing tried the knob after putting a combination in, which didn't work. Thing started with the combination again.

"This is turning into a replay of Kalazmazoo," Fester taunted.

The safe clicked and Thing snapped.

"Good job, Thing," October told the hand as Wednesday opened the safe and took the diary.