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Well, time to assume my secret identity.
Same time next week for sword training?
Yeah. It's a shame I can't practice more at home.
Hey, wait a sec. Hup! May I?
Here-eth.
You can borrow-eth my mother's sword... eth.
Steven, that's so nice, if grammatically incorrect.
But thou can't just givest me thine mother's sword.
- Why not-eth? - Because it's really important-eth.
That's exactly why you should have-eth it.
You can have all week to practice-eth with it-eth.
Pbbhh-thank you.
We got to be ready if we have to fight Malachite or Peridot
or those creepy gem-fusion experiments.
I'll make sure nothing happens to it.
That's the garage door. Mom's home!
We have to hide the sword.
There's no way mom would let me have this in the house.
Lion? Lion?
- He walked off. - What are we gonna do?
Hi, Mom. Just finishing my 6:00 violin practice.
You should have finished five minutes ago.
You're late for your 7:00 study hour.
- Hello, Steven. - Hi, Dr. Maheshwaren.
- How are you? - Sitting!
I had a rough day at work,
and I'm not in the mood for any more surprises.
What happened at work?
There was a really strange case at the hospital today ...
straight out of a nightmare.
Oh, don't worry. The rules of doctor-patient confidentiality
keep me from sharing the graphic details, but ...
Hang on a moment. When did we get a coat rack?
- Oh, no. - A sword?
Connie, where did you get this?
- It's ... - I found it.
I just found it outside, and I wanted to show it to Steven.
- How could you possibly think this is okay? - It's ...
Do you know how many children I see every day in the hospital
who've cut their faces off playing with swords?
- I ... - None!
Because they all have parents who love them
and who don't let them play around with
deadly weapons like some kind of gang member!
No playing with swords under any circumstances.
This is Dr. Maheshwaren.
Yes, calm down, Straumburg.
- Another one? - Is she gonna give it back?
All right, I'll ... I'll be right there.
I have to go to the hospital.
I'll have a talk with your father to calculate just
how grounded you are. And we're using the abacus.
I hate that abacus.
Steven, I'm so sorry. She took your mother's sword.
Maybe we can get her to change her mind.
She never, ever changes her mind.
We've got to get that sword back ourselves.
Whoa!
- Ugh. - We can't bring lion inside.
I'd feel really bad if my mom confiscated him, too.
Oh, it's no problem. He can stay out here.
Look ... I finally found a way to get him to do what I want.
- He didn't even take the plastic off. - What an animal.
- Okay, serious. - Yeah. Serious.
This way.
Ah, you mean the super scary way.
- They turn the lights down after dinner. - What was that?
Dr. West ain't gonna like it.
Well, Dr. West isn't here.
Yes, yes, I just got here.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Where did you say you found them? The side of the road?
I'm not sure just yet. I haven't had a look for myself.
It doesn't look like a car accident. You didn't find an I.D.?
Listen, I'll call you back when, or if, I have an answer for you.
Goodbye.
Okay, now.
- What's she doing? - She's probably checking their vitals.
Haven't you been to a hospital before?
- No. - Oh. Lucky.
- Steven, look. - Hmm.
Hmm.
No heartbeat.
Ugh. Cheap hospital budgets.
- Connie! - Oh, no!
How did you even ... What are you doing with this?
I made a rule ... no swords under any circumstances.
- But, Mom! - We will finish this conversation at home.
Sir? Ma'am? Dr. West?
He can't take a day off, can he?
You? It's my other patient.
What are you doing out of bed?
Why aren't you with Dr. Straumburg?
That's not a patient.
I don't know what's going on here,
but I am going to get to the bottom of it.
Connie, I think that's one of the gem mutants.
- What? Are you sure? - Pretty sure at this point.
Mom, I really, really, really need that sword.
Connie, no. Now is not the time.
Now is the perfect time, Mom!
Connie, what has gotten into you?
You know I never go back on a rule, young lady.
There have to be some exceptions. I'm not some rule-driven robot.
- Connie! - Mom!
I'll save you!
Here!
Keep your hands off my Connie!
These patients are beyond reason.
Mom, if you would just go back on your rule this one time...
I just need to help Steven to get us out of here!
Mother knows best!
Steven, come on!
- Oh, no. - We're trapped.
We don't have to be.
Really, Mom, I know how to do this.
- No, you don't. - Ugh! Yes, she does.
She's been training.
She wasn't playing around with that sword.
She was taking classes, learning how to use it right.
Even though she's always studying
or practicing tennis or doing her homework,
she still works really hard to be a good sword fighter.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no. I know my daughter.
I know what she's doing every second of the day ...
all her activities, all her internets.
I know she's definitely not some sword-fighting hooligan.
You don't know me at all!
You still haven't even noticed my glasses.
- What's wrong with your glasses? - They don't have lenses anymore.
I haven't needed actual glasses for almost a year.
What? Your eyesight just magically got better?
Yes!
I've been dealing with magic and monsters
and things like these since I met Steven.
That's why I need you to believe I know what to do here.
- But you ... - Ugh! There's no time for this.
- Ready? - Drop the bubble.
Ha!
So that's why it had no pulse. Gem experiments.
This is what you've been doing?
Training to fight these... things?
Sorry, Dr. Maheshwaren. That's my lion.
Mom, I'm really sorry about lying to you.
It started off as a tiny secret, and then it felt like if I didn't hide it,
you wouldn't let me see Steven ever again.
Is that how you feel? Are we too controlling?
- Maybe. - I just wanted to be a good mother.
I-I just wanted to protect you.
I can protect myself now.
Okay.
We'll pull back on the rules, and I'll try to keep
an open mind about this and that and... him.
It scares me that you can't talk to me.
I need to know what's happening in your life.
I-I need to step in when you're in over your head.
Will you just promise me you'll stop all this lying?
- That's a rule. - I love you, honey.
I love you too, Mom.
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