Max stepped out of the newly cleaned shower, walked on the freshly mopped tile floor over to the now brilliantly polished mirror, and smiled at her reflection. She grabbed a newly washed towel and wrapped it around her head, then grabbed another and wrapped it around herself.

She threw open the door and was only a few steps out of the bathroom before Maxine darted past her and began drying the floor again.

"What're you doing?" Max asked, curious.

"I'm just keeping it all tiptop!" Maxine chimed as she tidied up the bathroom... again. She had already done it once when Cindy had finished.

Max shrugged and went to her room. She took the towel from her head, and let it fall to the -

"Don't leave your wet towel on the floor! It ruins the carpeting!"

Sighing, Max bent down and snatched the towel from the floor. She threw it roughly on her bed and proceeded to brush her hair. She tossed the brush back onto the dresser and grabbed her robe off a chair in the room and slipped it on.

Once in the kitchen, she picked up a waiting cup of coffee and greeted Original Cindy. Cindy looked up from her eggs, bacon, and toast and arched her eyebrows. "Where did you find her?"

"Long story." Max said, then noticed what Cindy was eating. "Where did she find that?"

"No clue." OC told her. "She snuck out at four in the mornin' and came back at five with all this."

Maxine emerged from the bathroom, threw a bundle of paper towels into the garbage, then turned to Max and gave her a smile. "Good morning."

"Morning." Max said. "Uh, question. How did you get this stuff?"

"I went to the market." She told her.

"Do you have money? Or... did you steal it?" Max questioned.

"I had a little money." Maxine told her. "But I mostly relied on my people skills. I'm amazing at bartering."

Max was about to reply, but Maxine held up a hand and turned her head tot he side, obviously straining to hear something. She quickly grabbed the roll of paper towel and sprinted off to the bathroom without another word.

"You comin' to work, boo?" OC asked and got up. "Or are you gonna hang with Mrs. Clean today?"

"You can go without me." Max told her. "I'm gonna come in late and show Martha Stewart there around."

"Aiight. Have... fun." She smirked and left the apartment.

Maxine then bounded into the room, her usual smile in place. She handed Max a pile of freshly cleaned clothes. "I had them washed and ironed for you."

"We don't own an iron." Max said and accepted the clothes.

"I didn't say I used your iron." She chirped.

"Okay, then, whose iron did you use?"

"Can't share my cleaning secrets with anyone." She told Max, then suddenly her expression turned grave. "And if I did, I'd have to kill them."

Max smiled weakly, suddenly fearing for her life.

* * outside Jam Pony * *

Max fanned Maxine's face for a moment before Maxine slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed her head and looked up at Max, a curious expression on her face. "What happened?"

"You took one look in there and fainted."

Maxine grabbed Max's shirt and pulled her close to her face. "I never wanna go back there again. So... unclean."

Max gently pried her kooky clone's fingers loose and gave her a smile. "Okay. I'll take the day off and we can go to Logan's, and you can... bake cookies."

Maxine nodded and smiled placidly. She watched Max walk into Jam Pony, then turned her attention to a group of kids hanging around on the corner. One of them dropped a candy wrapper on the ground... and she passed out again.

* * The penthouse * *

Max picked the lock and pushed the door open, then grabbed Maxine's unconscious form and dragged her into the kitchen.

"Logan!"

A few minutes later, Logan walked into the kitchen and was quite perplexed. Max gave him a look then took Maxine into the living room and set her on the couch. After making sure she was still knocked out, she returned to the kitchen.

"What happened?"

"She some dirt and passed out." Max told him.

"Seriously?"

"Oh yeah." Max put her hands on her hips. "Logan, she's insane!"

"Oh, I wouldn't call her that. She's just... enthusiastic."

"Enthusiastic would be dusting the entire apartment, but Logan, she cleaned the whole damn thing. Two times!"

"The horror!" Logan exclaimed in mock horror. "You get the angry mob and I'll get the pitch forks and torches!"

"I'm serious." Max glared and slapped his arm. "She's kookier than cocoa puffs!"

"Max, I think you're overreacting." Logan told her calmly. "She's just... different. She'll just take a little time to get used to is all, and it's not like she's going to be here forever."

"I don't think I can handle her much longer." Max said. "With her - her baking cookies, cleaning my apartment, and her - her trying to woo you with her muffins!"

"Are you sure she's the one who's insane?"