"Garnet! Amethyst! Pearl! Where are you?"

Steven was wandering around town, looking for the Crystal Gems. Earlier, they had left to fight a monster which was spotted approaching the place. They boy was still sleepy before, so instead he simply went back to sleep. Now that he is up and ready, he plans to catch up.

"My shop!" A voice yelled.

Locks of golden hair were held by sizable fingers; Mr. Fryman knelt down in disbelief, furious at what has happened to his treasured shop. From the looks of it, somebody or something had crashed into it and now it's barely recognizable, aside from dirt and rubble. Peedee was busy sweeping and cleaning up while Ronaldo started taking pictures.

"My sign!" Another voice yelled. "Again!"

Mr. Kofi was shouting at the top of his voice, any louder and he'd probably scream his lungs out. The Pizzas were outside, witnessing what happened to their place. It was a wreck, a ruin, a wrecked ruin. The infuriated man was shouting words which Steven couldn't understand and it may be for the best if the boy didn't.

"Rawawawararawarawa!" The completely incoherent ramblings draw the attention of everyone.

The boatman, who was Onion's father, was soundly complaining, but no one is certain about what and why. His boat was nowhere to be found but the tip of a mast was peering out of the waters. Onion on the other hand was passively eating, unaffected to the things happening around.

Steven notices that the town was in total chaos. Most of the shops were in shambles, as if they were rammed and people were running around, visibly upset. The boy wonders if the gems had something to do with it. His thoughts were stopped by an ear-piercing shout.

"My van!"

It was the Mayor, holding a mangled replica of his head in his hands. His van was completely thrashed, pieces of it was scattered around and one of the tires was rolling. One of his guards was talking to Greg. The man was asking Greg if he could fix the van in which Greg could only answer while pointing at the pile of scrap metal, "That's a van?"

"Dad what happened here?" Steven asks his father.

"Oh hey Steven." Greg waves at his son. "I was asleep when this whole ruckus happened."

"YOU!"

The Mayor charges towards Steven, furiously pointing his finger to the boy.

"Look at what your friends did, the whole place is a mess! I knew you… you… people were trouble!"

"Now Dewey, my son is innocent." Greg says.

"Don't you Dewey me, this little guy is guilty!"

"The gems didn't do this; I mean they didn't do it on purpose." Steven answers.

"Unintentional damage is still damage." The Mayor hangs his head. "You will be hearing from me, no, from us."

The Mayor silently walks away, takes a look at his broken van and places the head back which promptly falls down to the ground, mangling it even further. The onlookers return to their chores for there was much to be done. Steven kept on bowing down as an apology even though it wasn't his fault.

"I think it's better if you go home Steven, I'll just take care of thing heres." Greg tells Steven.

The boy nods and quietly leaves the scene. He thought about what Mayor Dewey said, that they will be from him, no, from them. Surely the Mayor will not hold a grudge and seek revenge; the Gems are doing this so they can protect Beach City although he could agree that they could be less destructive. Steven could see the Gems' silhouettes from inside the house.

Steven enters the house and sees Pearl and Amethyst arguing as usual while Garnet was picking some rubble off her big, puffy hair.

"Oh! So it's wrong if I flick the monster somewhere far away but if you do it we call it 'strategic countermeasures?'" Amethyst snarls at Pearl.

"Well of course! What can we do about it? It was far too fast and far too strong, if we kept on fighting it, the whole place would have been leveled!"Pearl answers back.

"Guys, did you do that?" Steven asks.

"Hey Steven! Yeah, we kind of did that but Garnet did most…" Garnet fixes her sights at the purple gem. "Well, we contributed equally."

"What were you fighting? The town looks like a tornado passed through it."

"A marshmallow with horns." Amethyst answers.

"What."

"For lack of a better description, yes, it was a marshmallow with horns." Pearl surprisingly agrees.

Steven tries to picture in his head what the aforementioned monster looks like. First, he thought of a simple fluffy marshmallow. Then, he adds horns on it. Lastly, he imagines it laying waste upon the whole city while fighting the Crystal Gems. Steven's brows furrows as he thinks the idea is completely ridiculous and bizarre.

"Anyways, the people aren't really happy with what happened there. I don't think they're gonna let this slide." Steven bites his lip.

"Nah." Amethyst shakes her shoulders. "We're heroes; we can get away with it."

"Well, we did what we have to do." Pearl adds.

Before Steven could respond the telephone rings. The boy picks it up then answers and much to his delight, it was Connie.

"Hello." The girl greets.

"Hey Connie!" Steven replies.

"Hi Steven, I was wondering if we could hang out two days from now?" A goofy smile builds up on Steven's face.

"Yeah, of course, about ten maybe?"

"Ten sounds nice."

"Um… Connie, can I ask a question?"

"Yes?"

"You've read a lot of stories right? If a hero kind of destroys the place unintentionally, what happens?" Steven asks.

"Well…" Connie stops to think. "Nothing really."

"Oh, so it's all good then. See you tomorrow after tomorrow."

"Bye." Connie puts down the phone.

Steven finally calms down as he hears what Connie said. The Gems are heroes so everything should be fine, right? The boy turns around and is greeted by Pearl and Amethyst's smiling faces.

"Looks like someone's got a date." Amethyst teases.

"This should be lovely; I'll go prepare what you're going to wear." Pearl leaves while happily humming a tune.

"You know what guys, I'm hungry."

Meanwhile…

"So how much did it cost us this time?" The Mayor asks.

"Quite a lot sir." The man in the suit replies. "Beach City hasn't seen this kind of damage since that pyromaniac, William Buford Buchanan, was here."

"It is isn't it? Say, how did that man die anyway?"

"He tried to burn his house for the 69th time but unfortunately for him, he forgot that he locked the door."

"This problem isn't going to go away that easily right?" The Mayor chuckles. "Call Franky I have made my decision." Mayor Dewey orders him.

"What is it sir?"

"I am going to sue."