Everyone was resuming work on the sweet sixteen. So much still needed finalizing, and the party was in less than two days.

Brenda was worried about Myra though, mostly in regards to her parents. Mace had made stupid decisions in his lifetime, but if Brenda had to guess his stupidest, it would have to be inviting her parents to their daughter's birthday.

"Mace, how could you invite them to the party?!" Brenda said.

"They're your parents," said Mace. "Don't you think Myra deserves to have more of her family at her special day?"

"You don't understand. My parents are very traditional, especially when it comes to making girls conform to certain standards like a quinceanera. They ruined all my birthdays when I was younger, and my teenage years were the worst, especially my fifteenth."

"But I saw your quinceanera pictures. It looked great, and you were smiling."

"I was forced to! I didn't even want a quinceanera. My parents forced me to have one as a family tradition, and I despised every bit of it. I hated the dress, I don't like tres leches cake, and I didn't even get a say on the decorations either. It was the worst birthday of my life. Once my parents take control of something, they don't let go. That was why I ran off the moment I turned eighteen. Even now, they're still trying to control my life."

"I'm sure you're just exaggerating."

Mace kissed Brenda in an effort to calm her down, but it didn't do much.

"There's no exaggeration when it comes to my parents. All I know is we best get things done before they start to get all control freak."

"Piece of cake, which reminds me. I'd better go see how Strawberry's doing with Myra's cake."

So, Mace started to head out to the bakery, when he ran into Mrs. Monroe.

"Oh! Mrs. Monroe. You're looking well this morning." Mace said.

"Why, thank you. Where are you off to?"

"To my sweet shop. I happen to run a dessert business with a friend of mine." Mace said.

"A businessman. I always hoped Brenda would find a man with a real job. Looks like miracles do happen."

"One taste of the way Strawberry makes desserts, and you'd believe it. She grew up learning to cook. Would you care to join me in picking up Myra's cake?"

"I'd be happy to. If this Strawberry is as good you say, I must taste one of her desserts."

"May I recommend a taste of her strawberry danishes? They're her specialty."

So, Mace and his mother-in-law walked over to the bakery, where there were lots of tasty treats and sweet drinks being served to customers. Mace greeted everyone hoping they were enjoying the sweetness of the shop.

"Hmm. Seems you have some success around here." Cecilia said.

"We aim to please." Mace said. "Let me show you where the real magic happens."

Mace brought Cecilia with him back into the kitchen, where Strawberry Sundae was icing some cupcakes.

"Strawberry, I'd like you to meet"

"Oh!" Cecilia jumped, which startled Strawberry a bit. "There's a horse in the kitchen! Shoo! Go, horsie!"

"Uh... nice to meet you too?" said Strawberry. "Mace, who is this woman?"

"This is Cecilia Monroe, Brenda's mother. Mrs. Monroe, this is my friend and co-owner of the sweet shop, Strawberry Sundae."

"You run a bakery with a horse? Isn't that a serious health violation?"

"Not if they're a sentient equine who also bathes everyday before coming to work." Strawberry said. "And rest assured, Miss. All health regulations are followed here to the very last grain." Strawberry picked up the plate of cupcakes she'd just finished. "And you came at a good time. I just finished a fresh batch of raspberry cupcakes with vanilla bean icing. Feel free to help yourself to one or two."

"I'd rather not have cupcakes with hay in them."

"Excuse me? I may be a horse, but I don't put hay in my baked goods. Not unless you ask for it, anyway."

"Anyway..." Mace said awkwardly. "Strawberry, how's the cake for the party going?"

"It's going fantastic. I just finished decorating it."

Strawberry went to the special storage fridge where they kept all the special order cakes for catering big events, and pulled out a big cake that was four layers high, each one shaped like a red or black guitar with a topper that looked like an explosion of gold stars with a red guitar underneath a big silver 16, and three of the upper layers had "Happy Birthday Myra" written in icing. Mace was impressed; it just screamed Myra, that cake.

"Wow! That looks-"

"Repulsive!" Cecilia commented.

"Excuse me?!" Strawberry said.

"That cake is not fit for my granddaughter's party. It's too... punk style."

"It's rock and roll, Mrs. Monroe. And I spent hours working on this cake so it would be perfect. It's a combination of many things Myra likes. Strawberry lemon cake, the colors red and black, and guitars."

"That's not even the right flavor. This party needs a tres leches cake. Make one of that in five layers with pink icing and lots of roses."

"Um... that doesn't sound like anything Myra likes. For one thing, she doesn't even like tres leches cake."

"She has a point," said Mace to his mother-in-law. "We already spent a lot of time on this cake, and it's ready go."

But, Cecilia pushed the cake, and it fell on the floor.

"Oh dear," she feigned shock. "Clumsy me."

"You did that on purpose!" Strawberry snorted. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to make that?!"

"Well then, you can make the right cake this time. It will be a lot easier than this... strawberry lemon you thought would be acceptable."

"That was very uncalled for!" Mace said.

"Trust me, I'm doing you a favor. Myra needs a traditional quinces. It is the only way she will become a proper woman."

And Cecilia left the room as Strawberry was filled with rage.

"I spent all night frosting this dang thing, and then what happens?! Some witch just pushes it off the table like some bratty kid trying to make an excuse not to eat their vegetables."

"I'm so sorry, Strawberry. Let me help you clean up." Mace went to get a mop and call a cleaning droid to assist as well. "I had no idea she would do that to your cake."

"I don't want an apology from you. I want an apology from her."

"You can be sure I'm going to have a good talk with Mrs. Monroe when we finish with this mess. Meanwhile, I'll call Obi-Wan and Peppermint to come help make a new cake."

"Okay, Myra. Are you ready to see your new party dress?" Roya asked.

"Totally!" Myra smiled, covering her eyes.

Roya brought out the mannequin and told Myra to open her eyes, and Myra was astonished by what she saw! The dress looked so cool. It was red on top with a sweetheart neckline, a leather belt around the waist with tiny rhinestones on it, a knee length skirt of black and red ombre, and Roya even designed beautiful black boots with straps that matched the belt.

"OMG! It's amazing! I love it!"

Roya was happy to see that Myra liked the final design. Now they only needed to make sure it fit.

"Would you like to try it on?"

"Oh, may I?"

"It's all yours, birthday girl."

Myra eagerly got into the dressing room to change into her new dress, and you can bet she was ecstatic when she turned around in it. She definitely felt like a queen of rock and roll now.

"Now this is a dress." Myra said, posing in front of the mirror.

"Myra, you look amazing!" Brenda said, walking in. "Did you make this, Roya?"

"I made it, but it's actually Myra's design." Roya answered.

"Well, it's wonderful. You really look like you, Myra."

"Thanks, Mom."

"What the heck is that?!" said a male voice.

"Oh no..." Brenda groaned. "Dad, please don't-"

"Don't tell me you're letting Myra wear... this to her party."

"This is a one of a kind design made by a royal princess, Dad." Brenda said. "Myra designed it herself."

"That explains a lot." He looked at Roya. "Are you the one who made this monstrosity of an outfit?!"

"I am the one who made it, and it's not a monstrosity. I happen to like Myra's design." Roya said. "And I happen to be a royal princess, in case you didn't hear."

"Clearly, you have people who do the designing for you if this is what you made yourself."

"What's wrong with it?" Myra said.

"It's too revealing, for one. You're having a quinceanera, not going to a death themed strip club."

"How dare you?!" Roya said.

"Myra is not wearing this on my watch." James said, taking Myra's hand. "Come with me, young lady."

"Dad. Dad!" Brenda went after him.

Moments later...

"No way! I'm not wearing that!" Myra said.

"Come on, Myra. Try it on." James said.

James was trying to get Myra to try on Brenda's old quinceanera dress. It was coral pink with big puffy sleeves and little flower petals along the skirt. The very opposite of Myra's style. Myra didn't mind seeing other girls who liked wearing pink, but it was not a color she liked to wear, not even when she was little.

"Ugh! Get that eyesore away from me! It looks like a unicorn threw up."

"FYI, unicorn throw up doesn't actually look like rainbows like in cartoons." Round n' Round said.

"This is exactly what I was worried about." Brenda groaned.

"Myra Dawson. Put on this dress now!" James demanded. "This dress has been in your grandmother's family for three generations."

"No wonder it's ugly then." Myra said. "It should be kept in a museum, not in anyone's closet."

"Myra, there are certain things people do at a quinceanera and we're doing them."

"This isn't a quinceanera!" Myra said. "It's my sweet sixteen! The most important birthday I'll ever have!"

"She's right, Papa." Brenda said. "If Myra doesn't want to wear that dress, she's not wearing it."

"She is my granddaughter," said James. "and she must follow traditions if she wishes to be in this family."

"Well, she's my daughter, and I decide what's best for her."

"Brenda, talk like that again, and I won't be surprised if Myra's father leaves you again."

"Leave Dad out of this!" Myra said angrily.

"Father, I need to speak with you alone." Brenda dragged her father out by the wrist and out into the hallway. And you can bet she was steamed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! I worked all year to put money aside for Myra's big day, and you think you can just swoop in and take over?!"

"Someone has to make sure you do this right. It's nearly too late for Myra, and she needs to be taught in the right way so she doesn't go galavanting and ruining her life like you did."

"You drove me away trying to control my life! That's why I give Myra and Kade more freedom."

"And that's another thing. Kade actually has a chance if action is taken now. So, I think it best that the children come to live with us."

"No! You're not taking either of my babies! They are my children, and Mace and I decide how they are raised whether you like it or not, and that's my final word. If you don't like it, you and Mom can just go home now."

"You know, your sister took being a woman very seriously. She obeys her husband, and she knows how to be a lady and how to wait until after marriage to-"

"I know, Dad! I know about all the amazing things Heidi has done. Like I said, if you don't like how things are done around here, you can leave and never come back for all I care! God knows I didn't need you before, and I don't need you now. I didn't even need a man to help me in the first years of Myra's life. I did fine taking care of her on my own. So you're wrong about what it means to be a woman. We're a lot stronger than men like you think, and you should know it."

"Don't worry, Myra. Your dress will be kept safe." Roya said. "I'll make sure of it."

But, the dress was the least of their worries.

The next day, everyone headed over to the venue to do the final touches on the decorations for Myra's party. Brenda was still worried about everything that was happening with her parents so far.

So far, they'd tried to take control of the cake, Myra's dress, and even told her she should have a lost of all Latin music and no rock music. As much as Myra liked Latin, she preferred rock music and wanted to have the kind of music she and her friends could really rock out and go crazy to. She had a serious talk with both of her parents last night and told them both that Myra's party was just fine without their help, and that she wanted them to stay out of it. But of course, they didn't say anything. and when she didn't see them at breakfast earlier that morning, she got concerned. At least she was getting a break from them, though.

Brenda held a little box in her hands as she headed to the venue with her fiance and their decorating committee. She had a very special present she'd been saving for Myra just for her sweet sixteen. That, she was extra determined to make sure her parents couldn't mess up.

Now, as for he decorations, all that was left to do was put the flowers in their vases so they would be all ready for tomorrow.

"You made sure to get the flowers just right, Skywalker?" Mace asked.

Anakin carried a box with bouquets he and the kids made for the vases.

"Trust me, Mariposa gave her approval on all of them." Anakin said. "And so did many of her butterflies, and those bugs won't approach just any flowers. In other words, they're butterfly approved."

However, Anakin dropped the box as soon as he walked into the venue.

"WHAT-" Anakin started.

"THE-" Mace continued.

"HECK?!" Brenda finished.

Myra literally screamed when she saw the ballroom. It was covered in pink ribbons, streamers and white roses. The guitar decorations were replaced with little white unicorns, one of which Gabby was quick to pick up.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PARTY?!" Myra screamed. "It looks like a unicorn princess war happened in here!"

"Well, I like these decorations," said Gabby. "But I agree. What happened to all the decorations we put up?"

"Everyone, settle down." Padme said. "I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all of this."

"Like what?" Boba said. "Some decoration fairy traded ours for princess party decor?"

"Someone please tell me we just walked into the wrong venue or I'm just having a nightmare," Myra begged.

But the decorations weren't the only thing missing.

"Hey, what happened to all my rock and pop CD's?" Magenta asked, looking around the stage. "I left them right here yesterday."

"And where's all my sound equipment?" Remix said.

"What's going on here?" asked a voice that was new to most of the group, but familiar to Carmine.

"Sanjay! You're here early." Carmine smiled, hugging his friend. "Uh, Myra. Looks like your surprise from me arrived early."

Myra was ecstatic when she recognized Sanjay and the three other people with him.

"You got the Red Hot T's to come to my party?!" Myra squealed. "How did you-?"

"Sanjay and I go way back. He was even the best man at my and Caroline's first wedding." Carmine explained. "They even wrote a new song to debut at your party. But... this isn't exactly the setting we planned."

"You got that right," said Phoebe, the lead guitarist and Sanjay's girlfriend. "I thought you said the theme was rock and roll queens, not fairy tale pink."

"Well, it was decorated rock and roll yesterday." Carmine said. "Who could've changed the decorations so quickly?"

"Kara?" Anakin said.

"Don't look at me! Kara said. "I could decorate quickly, but I would never do this to Myra."

"But I know who would." Brenda growled. "MOM! DAD!"

But Brenda didn't get an answer. Instead, she saw her parents guiding a delivery droid into the room to deliver a pink cake with roses all over it, and telling some other folks what to do.

"The cake will go over here," said Cecilia.

"As you can see, the stage is already set for-" James began, until he was interrupted.

"DAD! MOM! What is all this crap?!" Brenda scolded.

"Brenda, language!" James scolded.

"Don't you dare try make this about me! What did you do to the party?!" Brenda said.

"We improved upon it."

"You call this an improvement?! It looks like a bunch of sugar plum fairies had a soiree in here!"

"Yeah, well those decorations were repulsive, and clearly you were not going to do this party right. So, your mother and I took the liberty of fixing it ourselves, and finding a baker who is not some barn animal to make a good cake. As you should know, in a quinceanera, everything needs to look-"

"ENOUGH! This is not a quinceanera, and it's most certainly not your party!" Brenda snapped. "I've tried to be patient with you both, but now you've officially gone too far! This was supposed to be a special day for Myra, the first birthday she would have with her father. We all worked ourselves to the bone to get everything perfect, and you just threw away all of that hard work down the drain!"

"It took forever to put up all our decorations!" Kade said. "My hands still hurt from tying so many ribbons."

"That is another thing. Women are not meant to work labor such as this." James said. "You should be cooking and cleaning for your husband, and caring for the children. And for some reason, Mace was the one doing the cooking in the house."

"He does the cooking because he decided to be the stay-at-home parent so I could run my accounting firm, which also has his business as a client to keep it up and running."

"Clearly, neither of you were raised right." James said, and he approached Kade and took the boy's hand and Myra's too. "That is why we are taking Myra and Kade home with us after the party."

"What?!" Myra said. "You can't do that!"

"I can and I will. You'll both enroll in proper boarding schools like your cousin Rhett. With luck, the damage can be undone on you and Kade can be saved from becoming a rebel like your mother."

But, the kids were both pulled back by the Force thrown by Mace, who got the kids to stay behind him, and Strawberry and Round n' Round stood as backup guards.

"You've gone too far this time, Mom and Dad." Brenda said.

"Indeed." Qui-Gon said. "I don't know how things are done where you are from, but-"

"Qui-Gon, this is my fight. Not yours." Brenda held a hand up. "Myra is my daughter, and Kade is my boy! He's the only thing I have left of Lyle and Myra was the only thing I had of Mace before he returned. Both of my children are blessings to me, and I'm not letting you ruin their lives the way you did mine!"

"We knew what was best for you, and you didn't want to listen," said James. "When your sister Heidi started dating she-"

"And here we go again with Heidi! Why don't you go spend time with her if you love her so much?!

"And just where do you think the way you're handling the children is going to take them? The way you decorated this party, I'd say you're setting Myra up to grow up to be a dominatrix or something letting her dress so provocatively and letting her play that high chord trash you call music."

"She listens to rock and dresses in leather because that's what she likes!" Brenda said. "and whether you like it or not, it's her decision what she wants to be when she graduates high school."

"Not if I have anything to say about it. We will fight for custody of them."

"If you so much as try that, I will file a restraining order if I have to!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I would dare! I dared to run away from you, didn't I?!"

Unfortunately, that was when everyone's clava detectors started to glow.

"Uh oh!" Kade said.

"Brenda, you might wanna calm down." Anakin said.

"Someone grab a jar or a net, or something!" Omega exclaimed.

Everyone tried to catch the mariclava when they spotted it flying in, but the bug made its way to Brenda and fluttered toward the box she was holding.

"I've done just fine without you all these years, and my children will do just fine under my care whether you approve of it or not!"

And the mariclava landed.

"Very well said, my dear. No mother should ever be told how she should raise her children, especially when she is doing a great job at it. But your mother and father think they can still tell you what to do and that they can take away your children just because they say so."

"No one takes my children away from me unless I say so." Brenda growled. But then she realized who she was talking to. "No! I won't give in to you! I will protect my children from you too!"

Myra immediately came by her mom's side, and so did Kade. Both tried to get Brenda to snap out of it.

"Mom, you can do it! Fight it!" Myra said

Oh, but you misunderstand. I want to help you. Mama Bear, I am Mariverde. I am giving you the power to protect your children from the likes of your parents and to take from them everything they care for as they did when you were young as they continue to attempt today. And to make sure no one can stop you... let's just say they won't have much luck on their side.

"No! No!" Brenda held her head and tried to break out of Mariverde's grasp. But then she saw a pair of swirly eyes looking right into hers.

"Listen closely, Brenda Dawson. You will listen to Mariverde's every command. You will become Mama Bear and destroy everything your parents love and ensure they and every controlling parent is taught a lesson. And you will destroy anyone who gets in your way."

Of course, Brenda's children were quick to notice her swirly eye transformation.

"Mom, snap out of it!" Myra said, gently patting her mother's cheek to get her attention, but no effect. "What's wrong with you?!"

That was when Boba took a look and recognized the swirly eyes.

"Uh oh! That looks just like what happened to Madison when she was clavatized!" Boba said.

"What is he talking about?" said James.

But that was when Brenda was engulfed in dark magic, and transformed into the villain Mama Bear. She grew the size of a grizzly bear with a black cloak with gloves that resembled a bear's paws, and the hood on her cloak even had bear ears on it too. However, she also seemed too be wearing a familiar red skirt with black shamrocks on it.

Brenda, or rather Mama Bear, let out a mighty roar of a bear and scooped up Myra and Kade.

"Come, my little cubs. We have work to do." Mama Bear said.

And Mama Bear burst through the roof of the venue with her kids in her arms. Both Myra and Kade began squirming as their mother carried them away.

"Now, now, my cubs. Mama Bear is here to protect you. But I first must make sure you will be in a safe place."

Everyone ran outside to see that Mama Bear was already rampaging through the city

"Okay, this definitely isn't good!" Anakin said.

"State the obvious much?" Padme said. "Where is she going?"

"Did that skirt she was wearing look familiar to you?" Gabby asked her cousin.

"Red with black shamrocks?" Lamenta said. "I've seen a lot of different outfits, and that's one I definitely remember seeing in only one place. But where?"

"A more important question," said Kara. "Where is Mama Bear taking Myra and Kade, and where is she headed?"

Mama Bear set the kids down once they were inside.

"Now, don't worry, my baby bears." Mama Bear said. "This is only to keep you safe."

And she opened the box that clavatized her, and it glowed with some kind of vortex that sucked both kids right in! Once the kids were inside the box, Mama Bear put them into a closet and shut the door.

"Now, let's see just how powerful Grandpa Bear is when he has his company destroyed by a woman."