Emmet had expected that whenever Number Two and he found someone who knew about the arm's mysteries it would be like pulling teeth from them. He expected riddles, wrapped in mysteries, surrounded by enigmas, shrouded by deception and contained by silence. But with Steven though…

"-and then one time we went to for fight a giant bird on a mountain. I got a goat son named Steven Jr. and then I got eaten by a giant bird. But it was fine because Pearl and Amethyst fused into a giant woman and saved me. It was so cool, she was really big and she combined Pearls spear and Amethyst's whip into a bow and then shot a light arrow that bubbled a horde of smaller birds at once. And then this other time-"

Emmet realized the real problem was getting Steven to shut up. He was a nice guy, he really was, but he was talking so quickly and revealing so much that Emmet could barely process it all. As they walked from the ship to the warp pad he didn't think Steven had gone three seconds without speaking the whole way. And it there was a good distance left to go.

Apparently he was part of a rebel alien group called the Crystal Gems that had fought to save the planet and continued to protect it along with all the things living there. Emmet had gotten a bit wary when he had talked about gems. He still had flashbacks to the dam on occasion, remembering how a single stone had nearly wiped out Ocean Town. Steven had noticed his discomfort and when Emmet had explained that he had fought a gem he had nodded understandingly.

"For some reason, a lot of gems on earth are corrupted. They lose themselves and become…something else." There was a deep sadness in his voice as he stopped and gave the ship a quick glance. "They don't mean to do bad things. They just don't know any better anymore. I'm sorry if one hurt you, but the Crystal Gems aren't like that. Our gems are perfectly fine."

It took a few seconds but his curiosity and hope overpowered his suspicion. "Alright, if you say- wait, ours?"

Steven grinned and chuckled sheepishly. He lifted the hem of his shirt revealing a shiny pink gem where his belly button should have been.

Emmet could only stare as his mind went blank. His mouth moved before his thoughts did. "Nice piercing."

Connie and Steven just gave him a blank look for a few moments before bursting into laughter.

"That's not a piercing," Steven said wiping his eye. "My mom gave up her physical form to make me. She left me her gem too." His voice took on a somber tone. He also seemed to eye Emmet's face. Like he was waiting to see his reaction, but was nervous of what it could be.

"Well, that was nice of her." Steven and Connie's jaws dropped as Emmet only shrugged. "What, it was," he turned to Number Two for confirmation, "wasn't it?"

Number Two nodded and grumbled in an agreeing tone. That brought the attention of the others to him. Snapping them out of their shock and replacing it with confusion.

"So, where did you meet a watermelon Steven?" Connie asked as they continued walking.

"You mean Number Two?" He was a watermelon…Steven? Looking at the two side by side he instantly saw it. Number Two was practically a watermelon clone of Steven, shirts included. This only served to raise more questions, but at this point he wasn't short on a supply for answers so he decided to let the matter drop for the moment. "It's a long story."

"Well, why don't you tell us at my house?" Steven asked, "Connie still has some time before she has to go home so she can hear it too."

Connie gave a small whoop of joy. "Yeah, I bet it's full of excitement and adventure! It'll be so cool to hear about it."

Emmet just rubbed the back of his neck shyly. "It's not all that impressive. But yeah, I guess I can tell you guys." They reached the warp pad and Emmet groaned in frustration. "My arm doesn't have enough juice to warp us out of here."

Steven just shrugged. "I can do it, hop on."

Emmet didn't really get how that would work but Bubblegum's words of just rolling with it echoed in his head. So he just shrugged and hopped on the pad with the others. When Steven gave a grunt and extended his arms Emmet was surprised when they were suddenly warping. A few moments later they were inside a house.

Emmet's first thought was on how nice a house it was. His second was questioning why there was a warp pad in it. The third and most important at the moment was that there was a very pink, very large lion within arms distance, staring right at him.

At this point Emmet's nerves were so shot that he could only react with a blink as he locked gazes with the massive feline. "Steven," he asked way more calmly than he felt, "there's a lion in your house."

"Oh yeah that's just lion." Oh yeah that's just lion he said. Like the thing wasn't the size of a car. "My mom left me him too…I think. I don't really know where he comes from. Anyway, do you guys want a snack?"

Emmet could only shake his head dumbly as Number Two cheered enthusiastically and ran ahead with Steven. He kept eye contact with the lion for a few moments before feeling a tap on his shoulder.

"It's fine," Connie said. The sympathy was clear in her voice. "I know it's a little weird, but he won't hurt you."

Emmet could hear the sincerity in her voice and decided to trust her. It went against every instinct he had but he managed to turn away from the alpha predator in the room and decided to look anywhere else. He saw that only half of the house was actual house, the other half was way different. Wood became smooth stone with crystals sticking out of the walls all leading to a door with a star on it. The door had different colored gems at each point. As Emmet hopped off the warp pad and sidled past the lion he saw that the house part of the house was practically one room. There was a kitchen area, a small living room area with a couch and some stairs leading up to what looked like a bedroom.

Looking over to the kitchen area he could see Number Two and Steven laughing while they tried out different kinds of juice and waters. Connie and Emmet joined them and soon they got to talking. Emmet told his story, he started from when he was lost at sea once he got to his rescue on water melon island he saw the recognition in Steven's eyes.

"Wow, you were on Mask Island. That's so cool."

Emmet blinked at him startled. So it was called Mask Island then. "Yeah, washed up there and then saved by Number Two and his village." His eyes flicked over to Number Two who had the same sad expression he had whenever he thought of home. "Number Two and I barely escaped with our lives though."

Connie and Steven exchanged confused looks. "Escaped?"

Emmet explained the sacrificial ritual and his narrow rescue of Number Two, along with the lucky find of the warp pad that allowed their escape.

"Steven never told me about all of that," Connie said as she brought her hand to her mouth horrified. "Having to feed your friends and family just to makes sure Malachite doesn't destroy everything…that sounds so horrible." So Malachite was its name, Emmet felt his fists clench.

"Number Two and I have vowed to find the arms owner and get them to help us defeat the beast."

Connie nodded happily before her face lit up with realization. Emmet grew curious when she exchanged an excited look with Steven and they both looked at him with barely contained joy. "What?"

"Emmet, Alexandrite already beat Malachite." Steven said, practically jumping in place.

He could barely process that. "Alexandrite…"

"The fusion of Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl," Connie explained.

"Beat…Malachite…" It took a few moments. Steven and Connie started getting worried at the deadpan expression the two had. Steven looked like he was about to actually start apologizing before he was interrupted by a screaming. "Yes!" Emmet roared at the top of his lungs. "That is awesome!" He locked arms with Number Two and together they started jumping in a circle, happily twirling as they sang out. "Saved the island, saved the island, saved the island, they saved the island!"

Connie and Steven could only laugh as the two collapsed laughing as they rolled on the floor.

"Well, the Watermelon Stevens helped too," Steven said before rubbing is neck sheepishly. "I sort of possessed one and led an army of them to help fight Malachite."

At one point Emmet swore Steven would start making sense. It was just a matter of time. But he was distracted from the odd statement by the look on Number Two's face. It mixture of relief and pride, Emmet realized what it meant as he patted his friend on the back. "They fought for their freedom little buddy, they were brave in the end. Took responsibility for their own lives and won their own peace."

Number Two nodded and then patted Emmet's arm, he smiled at the gesture. "Yeah, I guess we can move unto the next thing on our list now."

"What's the next thing?" Connie asked.

Emmet raised the robot arm. "To find whoever this belongs to and have them get it off me."

"We know who's that is," Steven said with a smile. "She lives out of town in my family's old barn."

Emmet could only pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh as he processed the words. "Can I meet her?" At this point it wasn't a matter of rolling with the universe. He was just trying to keep up with it. He wasn't doing a very good job at it.

"Yeah, sure, I'm sure she'd like to meet you." It couldn't that easy, it shouldn't be that easy. But after everything that had happened since he had gotten the arm, didn't he deserve something to be easy for once? His thoughts were interrupted when Connie gave out a yawn.

"Sorry," she said rubbing her eyes, "it's been a long day." The yawn was infectious. The others were soon doing it too.

Emmet suddenly realized how exhausted he was. Fighting giant acidic centipede monsters and going through multiple revelations in one day really took a lot out of a person. Number Two looked like he was getting tired as well. Looking over he saw that the other two were looking at him expectantly. It made sense, he was nearing his goal and they wanted to see what he would do.

He was about to ask to go meet the owner before feeling a pat on his leg. Looking down he saw an exhausted Number Two grumble sleepily. Emmet felt a bit guilty as he realized how tired the others were too. He might be willing to try and push through his exhaustion, but he didn't have the right to ask them to do the same, it had been a long day for everyone.

He just gave Number Two a smile and turned to Steven. "We can go tomorrow. Resting up is more important right now."

Steven's face lit up. "You two can stay here. We can have big slumber party!"

Emmet frowned, he wouldn't want to impose. He was about to say something but Number Two let out a cheer and gave Steven a hug. He looked so happy that Emmet felt terrible considering whether or not to look for somewhere else to sleep. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to accept Steven's hospitality. "Could I use your shower?"

After getting clean and refreshed Emmet was pleasantly surprised when Steven actually let him borrow some clothes. Which was nice of him, Emmet just wished the guy had some variety in his wardrobe. He literally had a closet of pink star shirts, jeans and sandals.

The others got ready for bed too and Emmet saw that Steven had set up a small area on the floor in his 'bedroom' for Number Two and him. Connie said she needed to get home soon, Emmet asked if she lived nearby and when she said no he wondered how she would get home. He was immediately answered when she hopped on the lion behind Steven and with a roar the cat teleported all three of them out of the house. He stood there, staring at the empty space they just vacated with a slack jawed expression until Steven teleported back and hopped off Lion minutes later. The universe was messing with him, he just knew it.

As they all got ready for sleep Steven could not stop talking. He kept going over how excited he was for Emmet to meet the Gems. Apparently they were still out on a mission and hadn't returned yet. Steven hoped they would be back by morning. He talked about staying up until they got back. He couldn't wait for them to meet Emmet, he wanted them to love the newest addition to the team, and he went on about how cool it was to have another human join them. When Number Two grumbled he corrected himself, human and watermelon.

Emmet felt like reminding him not to get too excited. This was all very temporary. Once he got the arm off he would just be a regular guy, a regular guy with regular non-world saving responsibilities worries, and abilities. The most he'd have to worry about is stopping any leaks from happening in his boat on the way back to Watermelon Island…actually he might charter a plane for that trip. He wondered if Steven knew anyone with a plane but when he turned to ask the boy was already asleep. Emmet soon followed his example.

The next morning Emmet got up and felt a pang of hunger. Looking around it seemed like the Crystal Gems hadn't come back yet. He got up groggily and tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Hey Steven, Number Two, you guys want breakfast?" He yawned out. All he got was an in-sync grumble and turn. So he just shrugged and headed to the kitchen. He decided to pour some cereal. So he lazily checked through the cupboards, until a small boy in one handed him what he was looking for. "Thanks," the small boy mumbled something as Emmet closed the cupboard door turned around and poured the cereal. He poured some for Steven too, while just pouring a bowl of milk for Number Two. He was halfway through eating his fourth spoon when the oddness of the incident occurred to him.

He was pondering it as Steven got up from his bed with a yawn and came over. "Oh hey, you poured some cereal?" Steven asked as he got in a seat across the counter. Emmet just passed him his bowl and a glass of milk. He gave a quick thank you before digging in himself. Number Two soon joined them and for a few moments all three were just enjoying a nice breakfast together.

"Steven." Emmet said is a vaguely curious voice. "Is the small boy in the cupboards a normal thing for you?" He had seen a lot of weird things in that house in the small time he'd been there. But he hated to be unsure.

Steven didn't even flinch at the question. "Yeah, that's just Onion."

"Oh, okay." Well that settled that.

For another few moments they continued to eat peacefully. All before Steven's eyes suddenly shot open and he slammed both palms on the table. "Onion, Onion's in my cupboards…again!"

Emmet could hear said cupboards shoot open and looking behind he saw the small boy hop out and land on his feet with expert skill and grace. Without a second glance he bolted for the door while holding a box of cereal. Steven wasn't far behind.

"Onion," Steven hollered as he slipped on some sandals and gave chase, "stop stealing my food!" He had the kid cornered at the screen window, but the boy just launched himself through and landed outside before he kept running. "Not another one!" Steven ran out the door leaving Number Two and Emmet looking after him confused and sleepy.

Emmet turned to Number Two. "Should we go after him?" The watermelon gave a shrug and an affirmative grumble before gesturing towards the door in the cavern wall. "You're right, best not to meet them without Steven."

With that the two cleaned up the kitchen, got dressed in their regular clothes, and headed out the door. It was a nice sunny day. It was even nicer considering the location. Apparently Steven's house was alone on an isolated beach, meaning pure sand and clear ocean. Walking down the porch steps, out unto the sand and looking back he realized that Steven's house was also part of a massive stone temple.

Its design got Emmet wondering. "Huh, reminds me of the geodes back on Watermelon Island, the rock I mean. It might be made of the same type."

Number Two grumbled in an agreeing tone. Emmet stole a quick glance and saw that his friend didn't have the usual melancholy look he usually got whenever something had got him thinking of home. He looked relaxed and peaceful. It did Emmet's heart good to see the little melon doing so much better. Shouting from down the beach though gave away where Steven had gone. The Two had decided to follow and had made it a little down the beach before Number Two suddenly stopped.

He placed a small hand on a random section of the beach and rose before closing his eyes and extending his arms out, with his palms faking upwards. Emmet didn't understand the need to pose like that there, but it seemed important so he let his friend have the moment for it. When he stopped he exchanged a nod with Emmet and together they headed after Steven.

Heading around the small peninsula the Steven's house was on he saw that Beach City was just a small walk away. To have been this close all that time…Emmet felt a migraine coming on. Not seeing Steven anywhere anymore, Emmet decided he should ask around to get a clue as to where he had gone. Together they reached the nearest building, a Big Donut store, and headed inside.

There at the counter were two workers. A tall lanky young guy with orange-brown hair cut into some kind of fluffy Mohawk, and a short, stout, curly blond, equally young woman next to him.

"Welcome to the Big Donut, can we help you?" The blonde woman asked. Her eyes widened as she looked at Number Two. "Oh hey, a watermelon Steven, haven't seen one of those guys since they went crazy and started attacking the city."

Emmet looked down at Number Two with a raised eyebrow. The melon shrugged while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he grumbled something nervously.

Emmet decided to translate. "Right, he says he's sorry about that. So you guys know Steven then, huh?"

The woman nodded. "Oh yeah, I mean who in Beach City doesn't? He just ran by here chasing Onion again." Oh good he'd come by here.

"I'm glad he's wearing clothes this time." The guy said with a shudder. "Last time this happened he streaked across half the town before his dad caught up to him."

Right Steven had talked about his dad a bit, the former musician. "He ran from the temple?" The man must be fast.

"What, no from the car wash he owns." Steven's dad didn't live with him? Come to think of it there didn't seem to be another bedroom in the house. Just the one bed, that was weird. "Dude, what's with your arm?"

The woman elbowed him causing the guy to grunt. "Lars, you can't just ask someone about stuff like that!"

"C'mon Sadie look at it, it's so green and freaky." That just got him another elbow to the gut as the woman looked at Emmet apologetically.

"I am so sorry. Lars just talks without thinking sometimes."

"Its fine…," he read the tag on her shirt, "Sadie. It is green and kind of freaky."

"See?" Sadie just gave the guy named Lars an incredulous glare before turning to Emmet and giving him a small smile.

"So, are you new to town? We haven't seen you around before."

"Yeah, just arrived, had some business to do with Steven so I'm staying over at his house."

"Must be weird gem stuff right?" Another elbow with a glare added in. "Will you stop that?"

Emmet ignored him. "Yeah, gem stuff, I guess. You know about them?"

Sadie just shrugged. "Everyone in Beach City does. We mostly just leave them be, they do the same. Steven comes around all the time though, his dad too."

"What's his dad like?"

The two exchanged a look Emmet couldn't place.

"He's a real nice guy, lives in his van, heard he's rich now."

Lars just scoffed. "If he's so rich why's he still live in a van?"

"Not everything is about money Lars."

The two started arguing and Emmet just rolled his eyes before leaving. Steven had run by, he couldn't have gone far. All of a sudden there was a noise, like bags tearing and the contents spilling out. Emmet followed it to the back of the Big Donut to find the dumpster behind it ransacked. There was garbage everywhere and something was still throwing out from in the dumpster.

"Hello?"

The garbage suddenly stopped flying. Emmet was starting to worry before there was another noise. It sounded like…a chicken? All of a sudden something leapt on top of the bins edge. For a second Emmet thought that it was some kind of big fluffy rooster. It stood half a meter tall, with a ridged beak and beady eyes. It was covered in fluffed up multi-colored feather with bird like feet ending with wicked looking talons. It clucked as it looked at Emmet and Number Two before giving a hateful hiss and running off.

Emmet and Number Two just watched it go of around a nearby corner and stood there for a few moments. "You know, that doesn't have to be gem related." Emmet said off-handedly. "It could be something else entirely. A new breed of rooster…maybe, probably, I'm almost sure." Number Two just shook his head, Emmet sighed. "You're right, that's dumb. We're going to have to chase that thing aren't we?" The melon nodded and with another sigh they were off.

Tracking the rooster wasn't hard. It left a trail of scratches on the wooden boardwalk lining the beach. What was disconcerting was that as they rounded a corner into the alleyway the scratches started to grow in number. What started as clearly one rooster monster became what looked like several, then a dozen, and then two dozen. The number kept growing until they reached an abandoned old building isolated at the edge of the pier. It looked like it had once been a Mexican restaurant, there was an old rotted out sign that read 'Aqua-Mexican'. Boards covered the windows and the door, there the faint sound of scratching coming from inside.

"Of course, of course I'd have to fight monsters in an old abandoned Mexican restaurant today. " He used the robot arm to pry off the boards and stepped through, Number Two was right behind him. The main area was abandoned, with overturned tables and chairs littering the area. The noise was coming from the back. Emmet crept forward and when he was close enough he managed to look over the counter. He wasn't prepared for what he saw.

It was a fluffy colorful ocean of feathers, constantly moving with the sound of clucking filling the air. At the back of the kitchen, on top what looked like an old stove was the biggest rooster monster of them all. It was at least two meters tall, colored black and white, with a gem dead center in its feathery chest. It gave a loud cluck before the stove dinged and opened. Inside was an egg the size of a basketball. It rolled out and then exploded. Emmet had to duck as the shards flew through the air. Looking back over the counter he saw that there was a new rooster added to the pack that quickly joined it brethren. That wasn't good. Emmet would argue that it actually bad, real bad.

He backed out as slowly as he could, being careful not to step on anything that might make any noise, Number Two did the same. They were halfway back before there was a creak at the doorway.

"Hey Emmet," Steven said coming in through the door. "I got my cereal back from Onion. But if you wanted Mexican food though we could go somewhere that's still open, there's one place-what's wrong?"

Emmet and Number Two were giving him horrified looks but it was already too late. The restaurant was dead silent, and then there was a high pitch shriek followed by the clack of talons against the floor. Steven must have noticed the monsters behind them but Emmet didn't turn around. Number Two and him just ran forward, he grabbed Steven by the scruff of the neck and bolted out the front door.

"What's happening?" Steven said as Emmet let him down and they ran as fast as they could. The army of monsters was right at their heels.

"There was one of those things with a gem back at the restaurant. It was laying eggs that popped out these smaller ones." They ran around another corner, it was a dead end with a chain link fence blocking their way.

"What do we do now?" Steven yelled.

Emmet didn't answer. He just grabbed Steven with the robot arm and tossed him over the fence. Emmet was still surprised at how light Steven was. He barely weighed any more than Number Two did. He also apparently floated, when he threw Number Two he was still softly falling through the air. He promptly caught Number Two and they both gently landed on the other side of the fence.

"What about you?" Steven asked as the rooster horde was starting to close in.

"I'll manage," Emmet said as he leapt up unto the fence. He climbed as quickly as he could. When the robot hand reached the top he used its full strength to pull his body up and over. He flipped halfway over though and began to fall back first towards the floor. He braced himself for the pain but when none came he saw that Steven had caught him, and was holding him effortlessly, bridal style. "Wow, you're strong."

"Heh, yeah," Steven said chuckling. "We need a plan though."

"Can the first step be you putting me down?"

"Huh, oh right, sorry about that."

Steven let Emmet down and he brushed his clothes off. "It's fine, we need to deal with this." Steven nodded and they looked to the horde trying to tear down the fence to get to them. By the look of the fence it wouldn't be long until they tore it down.

Number Two grumbled worriedly and Emmet nodded in agreement. "These things won't be focused on us long. They're going to get bored, maybe even go after some regular people." Steven and Number Two nodded. Emmet doubted the three of them could handle this on their own. "Are the Crystal Gems back yet?"

Steven suddenly gasped. "That's why I came to come get you! The gems are back at the temple. They asked me to come find you and bring you back."

The gems were back? Good. "Steven, go get them and bring them back as fast as you can."

"Okay, so we'll just-"

"No, not we, just you," Emmet interrupted. "You go, run ahead, and get the gems. Number Two and I will lag behind and get the horde to meet you halfway."

"But what if they catch you?" Steven asked, looking horrified at the idea. Emmet appreciated that.

"It won't be a problem if you run fast enough, now go." Steven must have heard the firmness in his voice because after a few moments he nodded. He looked at Number Two and the little melon gave him a positive grumble and a thumbs up. He probably thought he looked heroic, the little showoff. Steven got the message and with a deep breath he turned and ran off. And boy could he move. Emmet's eyes could barely keep up with him as he sped off towards the temple. Leaving Emmet and Number Two in the alleyway, alone, on the other side of a rapidly breaking fence, which was the only thing between them and an angry horde of rooster gem monsters. "Number Two, this plan sucks."

Number Two grumbled in agreement. The fence started to creak and groan, it wouldn't be long now. They'd have to run fast, good thing they had lots of practice running from monsters. The fence collapsed and the duo turned and began to sprint ahead of the horde. They turned a corner and when they exited the alleyways Emmet saw that they were at the edge of the boardwalk. It was a straight shot to the Big Donut and the exit out towards the part of beach leading to Steven's house.

So they ran, as fast and hard as a boy and melon could when fleeing for their lives. Anyone in the way quickly moved when they saw the screaming boy and the melon being chased by multicolored razor sharp beaked roosters. All except one. It was a small old woman who was feeding pigeons from a bench, not seeming to mind the incoming noise at all. A man and two girls were yelling at her to move, when she finally noticed Emmet approach she gave a startled little gasp and by then the horde was already closing in. So Emmet did what he could and swerved in order to scoop her up and quickly toss her over to her family.

The turn took a chunk out his lead and now the roosters were nipping at his heels. Number Two was a fair distance away and nearing the Big Donut. Emmet was relieved his friend was so far from the danger but a sudden scream interrupted his thoughts. Looking over he saw a large guy with curly hair nearby holding a phone.

"This will make an amazing post for my blog, keep Beach City Weird!" The idiot was going to get trampled if he didn't move. A young boy and an older man with similar hairstyles were yelling at him to get out of the way but he wasn't listening. He was too big to carry and since he wasn't moving Emmet would have to make him move. Looking around he spotted a trash bin and with a spin of his body he grabbed it and threw it in one smooth motion. The bin sailed through the air and slammed into the guy sending him tumbling backwards into some bushes. With him safely out of the way the horde passed him over.

Emmet was nearly past the Big Donut when more of the monsters came from around the other side of the building. They snapped at him causing him stop and back up. He nearly backed into the group that had been chasing him. Soon he was surrounded by the beasts on all sides. They nipped and took bites at him but he smacked them away with the robot arm. Number Two was nowhere to be seen. Emmet was glad he escaped but growing increasingly worried over how he was going to get out of there alive.

The horde suddenly grew silent as the sound of creaking metal filled the air. The creaking grew louder until it became a screech and Emmet looked up just in time to see the Big Donut giant donut topple over and fall.

"Not like this!" Emmet screamed and covered his head. After a few moments he kept screaming, when he realized he wasn't crushed he opened his eyes. He realized that he was standing in the donut hole, and was surrounded on all sides by the sturdy metal, safe from the horde. The beasts that had surrounded him hadn't been so lucky. It looked like the donut had crushed some in the fall. He gave a sigh of relief before he heard a hiss. Looking up he saw the gemmed rooster. It was even taller standing up, and loomed over him. He realized he could try punching it, maybe fighting it off with the robot arm, but the thing looked vicious and very, very angry. He didn't have that much room to maneuverer. He realized that this might actually be the end. His journey was going to end in the stomach of an overgrown chicken.

But before it could pounce some kind of whip wrapped around its neck and flung it backwards away from him. Emmet couldn't see past the donut but he could hear the sounds of fighting. A few minutes later it stopped, and there was silence.

"Hey," Emmet looked up to see Steven on top of the donut looking down. "So I guess this is where you holed up." Emmet rolled his eyes as Steven gave him a wide grin.

"Steven, get me out of here."

"Hey, donut get your pants in a twist."

Emmet groaned. "Did you at least beat the monsters?"

"Yep, they got creamed." Steven finally lowered a hand for Emmet to grab and he was pulled up and over the side. "Good thing we were here to get you out of that jam."

Emmet groaned again but this time he wasn't alone. Looking over he saw that there were three very strange looking women who Emmet realized fit the descriptions Steven had given of the Crystal Gems.

The tallest one he realized must have been Garnet spoke in a deep articulate voice. "Emmet Irvin, Steven told us about you. We're going to help you get rid of that arm."