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Wonderful sermon, as usual, Reverend.

Well, thanks for coming, as usual, Ed.

Stop by the rec room for refreshments,

if you've got time...

Hey, Simon,

no soliciting on church property.

My son's trying to earn some prize by selling greeting cards.

My son's doing the same thing.

There's an ad in a comic book

that's got them all going door to door.

It's a comic book ad, huh?

Maybe that's where I should

advertise church services.

Attract more your people.

Or you could advertise Matt's broken up with Heather,

that'll attract more young people.

Mm!

Good morning.

Enjoy. Thanks.

Mrs. Camden, I'm trying to locate

the culinary magician who made these.

They're extraordinary!

They're just muffins, Mr. Friel.

Oh no, no.

These are not "just" muffins.

I've tasted a lot of just muffins

and these are... well, extraordinary.

How'd you like to sell them in my stores?

Sell what?

I'm offering your mom a chance

to go into business with me.

Great. Mom needs a job.

By the way,

do you gift-wrap any of your cookies? You know,

as gifts that might require,

say, a greeting card for any and all occasions?

Not now, Simon.

Sorry about that.

Well, what about my offer?

Mr. Friel, I'm really flattered,

but I already have a job... Raising five kids.

Oh, hi, girls.

I was just telling your mom

she could make a lot of money

selling these muffins.

Really? Yeah, really.

But I told him I was too busy.

Doing what?

Hey, Emory. How's it going?

Okay, I guess.

It's hard, but we're hanging in there.

Is that where Nell is this morning... with Steve?

Yeah. His condition has stabilized for now,

but we figured better than taking him home

it might be a little less risky keeping him in the hospital,

in case, you know, there's an emergency situation.

Anyway, insurance

is paying for hospital care.

If there's anything I can do, let me know.

There's really nothing anyone can do.

Right now, they're giving him, uh...

six months, that's it.

That's what we're dealing with.

I don't know how you're managing.

We are getting a little worn out.

Both working, stopping by at lunch,

and then going back over at dinner

and staying with him until he's asleep.

Actually, maybe there is something you could do.

Nell asked me to see if you knew anyone we could hire

to sit with Steve.

You know, someone responsible enough

to hang out with him at night,

so we could get some rest.

We're willing to pay good money.

Hey...

Excuse me. Yeah.

You know, I...

I could sit with the kid.

I don't think so.

I'll tell you what, Emory, I'll check around,

see if I can come up with somebody for you.

Thanks, Reverend. I appreciate it.

My best to Nell and Steve, okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, Dad...

No.

♪ 7th Heaven ♪

♪ When I see their happy faces ♪

♪ Smiling back at me ♪

♪ 7th Heaven ♪

♪ I know there's no greater feeling ♪

♪ Than the love of family ♪

♪ Where can you go ♪

♪ When the world don't treat you right? ♪

♪ The answer is home ♪

♪ That's the one place that you'll find ♪

♪ 7th Heaven ♪

♪ Mmm, 7th Heaven ♪

♪ 7th Heaven. ♪

That Andy Capp kills me.

Oh.

Oh, hey, Dad?

Yeah?

Next time you're talking to Mom,

I think you should encourage her to get out

in the world. Really.

Yeah, Mary and I

think that part of the reason why Mom stays at home

is because you're not the type to help around the house

and with the kids, so she feels

like she's obligated to just be a housewife

when she could make a whole lot of money

out there in the real world,

especially now that Ruthie's in school.

What brought this on?

Well, David Friel,

the cookie man, offered her a chance

to help him expand his business with her muffins,

but her self-confidence has been so undermined over the years

that she didn't even have

enough self-esteem to want to try it.

Your mom has a college degree

with majors from home economics to business to philosophy,

and on top of all that,

she can bake a cake

while putting in a new garbage disposal.

Why would she be suffering from low self-esteem?

Well, maybe she's never had a chance to spread her wings,

and fly a little bit... you know,

past the role of mother and wife.

Oh...

Dad, all we want is for you to be

supportive and encouraging,

in case she decides she wants to experiment a little

with this muffin thing.

Dad, can we talk for a second?

Love to.

I'm kind of angry with you about something.

Well, I'm glad you're telling me that,

instead of, you know,

just running out of the house and doing something crazy.

What'd you do?

I got a job.

What kind of job?

I'm taking care of that Steve kid.

So, you just went to Emory and Nell

and asked them for the job, when I told you no?

Yeah, I went to them.

I thought it should be their decision.

Well, now I'm a little angry with you.

Why? Come on, Matt, you went

around me, knowing I didn't want you

to take the job... I said no.

Well, why don't you want me

to have it? You know I need the money.

Do I have to remind you

that for the past six or seven jobs you've had,

you've also needed money,

and yet you managed to get yourself fired.

This would not be a good job to get fired from.

Look, I'm not going to get fired.

Have you met Steve?

No.

Steve is tough to be around... even for me.

I'm a minister; I've counseled the dying

and been with sick people a lot.

Being with a kid who's dying

is different; it's harder.

It's the hardest thing in the world.

I'm just going to read to him.

When are you supposed to start?

Tonight.

What do you say,

all right, what do you say we compromise...

And I use the term loosely...

Because I really didn't want you to do this

and you're doing it.

Let me come with you to the hospital tonight,

and if you think you can handle this,

then fine,

but this is really not something

that you should get involved in

unless you're absolutely sure you can do it.

If you can't, it's okay.

Steve's parents will understand.

Dad, it pays 20 bucks a night. I can do it.

Why would he pay for the muffins

when he could eat them at our house for free?

Mr. Friel wants to buy the muffins from me

and then sell them in his cookie stores.

And then he'll pay me part of the money he makes.

It's called sharing the profits.

Why wouldn't you get all the profits?

Well, because without Mr. Friel's bakeries,

I couldn't sell the muffins.

Why not?

I don't have any place to sell them,

and even if I did, I'm not very good at selling anything.

Neither is Simon, but he's selling greeting cards.

Has he sold any yet?

No, and he's supposed to sell

ten boxes of them.

And if he does, he just gets

some crummy old prize.

If I sold cards, I'd like to make money.

Why don't you, then?

You could.

How?

Well, first, you'd have to buy

all of Simon's cards from him.

How much is one box?

Four dollars.

So, if you sold all ten boxes for five dollars each,

instead of four dollars each,

you'd make one dollar on each box,

and that would give you a total of a ten dollar profit.

Would that be fair?

Well, it'd be business.

You can charge as much as a customer will pay.

Keep that in mind, next time you're a customer.

Can I keep the whole ten dollars?

Sure!

But, of course, you'll have to find someone

to loan you $40, so you can buy Simon's cards.

Who would do that?

I'll loan you the money.

I'd he happy to invest in your business.

It's a win-win situation.

Simon gets his prize

and if you do a good job, you get your ten bucks.

Can I go tell Simon?

Sure, and tell him to wash up for dinner

while you're at it, okay?

I like being in business.

Daddy, you want to buy a box of greeting cards?

Oh, not really, sweetheart.

Please! They're just five dollars for a whole box,

and they last a long time.

Okay. One box.

Thanks, Daddy.

Ruthie's helping Simon?

She's buying him out

and going into business for herself.

Is that what you plan on doing with the muffins, eventually...

Buying out David Friel?

You think I couldn't?

You think I'm not smart enough to buy

a bunch of crummy bakeries and go into business myself?

No, I know how smart you are.

Do you? Because I don't think anyone in this family

knows how smart I am or how hard I work

or even that I work, so you know what,

I'm going into the muffin business.

One box, four bucks.

That's all I ask.

I see.

Thanks anyway.

Who was that?

Mrs. Bink. She recycles her cards.

Someone sends her one,

she sends it back.

So how much for all ten boxes?

Who wants to buy all ten boxes?

I do.

And what are you going to do with them?

Sell them.

No, thanks. I'm selling them.

I'm going to get all ten points

in the sales catalogue

and win that cool Tick action figure.

You still can.

So you're going to buy them from me,

sell them for me and I'm still going to get the prize?

Not exactly.

I'm going to sell them for profits.

For five dollars a box.

Look, kid...

I'm the only one in the family

who's good with money.

You can't be me.

You have to be you.

So why don't you just go and do something you're good at,

and stay out of the business world.

You're good at savings and loanings,

but everybody knows I'm the one who can sell.

That's why everyone always picks me

when they have to sell things for school.

No, no, no.

They take you 'cause you're cute.

They used to take me.

Right.

Fine, but I need all 40 bucks up front,

so I can send in for the prize now.

It's a deal.

Looks pretty good, huh?

Hey, come on.

Talk to me.

I came out there just to tell you

how much I think that you should do

this muffin thing with David.

It'll be good for you

to spread your wings a little.

Hey, if you're worried

about things around the house,

I'll pitch in.

Look what I did with these flowers.

No, thanks.

I'm perfectly capable of running the household

and baking a few muffins

at the same time.

You blew it, huh?

Great dinner, as usual.

Matt and I are going to go to the hospital now.

Can I pick anything up for you on the way back?

I don't even know what I did.

You know, I'm just trying to lend my support

so you can do your own thing, you know?

Do you mind telling me where you're getting

all these condescending, annoying little phrases?

Oh, never mind.

I know exactly where you're getting them from.

Say hi to Nell and Emory for me.

I will. Bye.

So, have you called David Friel yet?

Why, do you think I should?

Oh, definitely.

I mean just because you did the mom thing first,

doesn't mean you can't have a career.

I'm still doing the mom thing.

Yeah, but don't you think you'd be setting

a good example for Ruthie?

In what way? We don't want her

to think that the only thing a woman could do

is cook and clean.

Where did I go wrong?

Well, maybe it was when you didn't go back to work

after Matt was born.

Oh.

Hey. Hey, there.

Steve, you know Reverend Camden.

Hey, Steve.

Hello, Reverend.

And this is Matt, the guy we've

been telling you about.

Hi.

You know anything about the Tick?

As in, Arthur's boss?

Well, then, I guess this should work out just fine.

Here it is.

A check for $40.

That's him, huh?

Yep.

What does it say right here?

"Please allow four

to six weeks for delivery."

Four to six weeks is a really long time.

Yeah? Well, it could take you four to six weeks

to sell all ten boxes of cards!

I don't think so.

Hey,

can I borrow some comic books to take to the hospital tonight?

Yeah, sure. What's he into?

Well, he's got all the Tick comics,

and outside of that,

Steve's pretty traditional; he likes Superman.

Well, here they are.

It's all Superman. Take your pick.

The new stuff's pretty cool, if you can get used

to the new uniform.

New Superman? What's that all about?

You haven't heard of the New Superman?

Gettin' old, bro.

Losing touch with the younger generation,

just like Dad.

Yeah, except, you know, unlike Dad,

I'm still faster than a speeding bullet.

Uh, I-I'm not hurting him.

No, I didn't say you were.

Go get your stuff.

We're going to be late for school.

We're going to be late for school.

We're going to be late for school.

Don't worry. No one's going to be tackling

Steve like that.

Promise me you won't.

Promise... I'm just going to read to him, that's it.

Good to hear.

Yeah.

I realize it might be more cost-effective

to substitute some of the ingredients,

but I don't think the quality would be the same

if we went to margarine instead of butter, you know?

I mean, then again, what might make

a big difference to me,

might not make any difference to your customers, you know?

What do you think?

I'm not sure either, but for this initial test run,

I'd say definitely go with the original recipe.

Okay.

You really think the muffins are that great?

Trust me.

I know a winner when I taste one.

Here's what I propose for our deal.

Our lawyers will work it out in detail, of course,

but I pay you a flat fee for your muffin recipe...

Say, around a thousand bucks...

Guaranteeing, of course,

that the recipe stays protected,

since it is a secret family recipe,

plus I'll give you 30% of the profits.

Could I keep this sheet to look over?

Sorry to interrupt.

I have to get to work.

No problem, Rev.

We're just wrapping up here.

So, how's it going?

Great.

Great.

Well, I'll talk to you later.

Or when I get home.

Or whatever.

See you round, David.

Sure thing.

Bye.

Hasn't anyone ever told you

it's not nice to eavesdrop?

Did you hear how much Mr. Friel's paying Mom

for her recipe?

Your mother will tell me

if and when she wants me to know.

If she's not still mad at you.

She's not mad at me.

Well, she probably is now.

Excuse me?

Dad, you can't just go

barging through her business meeting like that.

I was saying good-bye.

What was I supposed to do, just leave?

What?

Not that I'm going to take any more of your advice.

Dad, how do you expect Mom to deal with her fear of failure

with you always hovering over her like that,

just waiting for her to fall on her butt?

I wasn't hovering over anybody.

And for the record, I'm quite sure your mom

is not afraid to fall... fail.

She's always been a risk-taker.

She married me, didn't she?

This is not a laughing matter.

This is Mom's career we're talking about.

Hi, Mr. Friel.

Hey, Ruthie. How's it going?

Fine, thank you.

Simon filled this out.

Will you please mail it?

Sure.

"Regency Sales Club"?

Wow. I didn't know they were still in business.

I used to sell greeting cards for them

when I was a kid.

My mom helped me buy all my brother's,

and now I'm selling them over again.

Would you like to buy some?

Why not?

How much they going for these days?

Five dollars a box.

Or you can have three boxes for $20.

Wouldn't it be

three boxes for $15 dollars?

It would be, but I'm trying to make a profit

so I'm selling them for more than they're worth.

In that case, I'll take the three for $20.

Hey, you're almost halfway there.

And I'm halfway to paying you back for the loaning.

Thank you, Ms. Camden.

Now, scoot... the others are waiting.

And make sure Simon doesn't forget his lunch

in the car again, okay?

Okay.

Bye! Bye.

Thanks!

I'll get you

the cards as soon as I can.

I'd better be going, too.

I'll be in touch sometime this afternoon.

Okay, I'll make sure I'm here. Good.

I'll have someone drop off the supplies

as soon as I get a better idea

of quantity.

Supplies?

For the muffins.

You don't expect to have to do the shopping

on top of all the baking.

The baking? Here?

Yeah, I just assumed.

I mean, being a cookie company, we're not set up for muffins.

Of course, we'd make the adjustments in the kitchens

if that 30-day test run goes off, huh?

That's all right with you, isn't it?

Fine.

Oh, my God.

Oh, hi, kids. How was school?

Ah, the usual.

Where are Simon and Ruthie?

Checking the mailbox, where else?

Oh.

I'm taking off for the hospital.

I told Steve's parents I'd be there by 4:30.

Will you be home for dinner?

Probably not.

It's Nell and Emory's first dinner out in a few months,

so I told them to take their time.

Hey, there.

I tried the front door, but no one answered.

Are you Annie Camden?

Yes. I've got your supplies

and an order from David Friel for you.

30 dozen muffins?!

Whew!

I was just thinking my family's

finishing dinner pretty soon

and then my dad's going to find some excuse

to pop in and check on us.

Yeah?

He'll say he was visiting someone at the hospital

and he thought he'd just drop by.

Yeah, probably.

What's wrong?

I was just thinking,

what do you think dying is like?

You don't have to answer that.

I'll understand.

No.

I'll answer it.

I think about it sometimes.

I think it's kind of like when you're little

and you're sick

and your parents take you and they put you in their bed,

and you wake up

and you know you're not in your bed,

but then it just takes a second

and you realize where you are and that you're okay.

I think it's like that.

Was that a stupid answer?

No. I like it.

Well...

Does that mean we can change the subject?

Sure.

Did you know I haven't been outside in months?

Not counting that little patch of grass

between the cafeteria and the parking lot.

No... no, I didn't know.

My parents are worried that, if they take me out somewhere,

something might happen to me.

But something is going to happen to me...

I'm going to die.

I just wish that,

before I do...

I can have a day out of this hospital.

I can't take you out, Steve.

Not without your parents giving me permission.

Why not?

Because I'd get fired, for one thing.

So your reputation is more important than my life?

Hey, guys.

I was just

upstairs visiting a friend, thought I'd drop by.

So...

That was great, man.

Yeah.

Hey, you do understand

why I can't take you out of here.

I mean, you're not going to fire me

for not springing you out of this place, are you?

No. I don't have to.

I'm pretty sure, eventually, you'll break.

Yeah.

What time is it?

Oh, honey, it's 5:00 in the morning.

Go back to bed.

Okay. What day is it?

It's Friday.

What time does the delivery man come?

He'll come around 5:30.

Come on, go back to bed.

The delivery man will just wake me up again.

He always rings the doorbell.

Oh, no, he's not going to do that today,

not after the way I yelled at him yesterday,

so don't you worry.

Are you sure I can't just have a cup of coffee

and wait for the mailman?

He might bring the cards today, then I can deliver them.

He might, but not for awhile.

And besides, I don't think you drink coffee.

I sold all ten boxes.

I know, but I think that was cheating a little bit

to sell Grandpa and the Colonel three boxes each.

I gave 'em my special discount.

Good morning, Mrs. Camden.

You rang the bell.

I forgot.

And you're early.

Yeah, I know.

But the thing is, the people,

they're coming into the stores

earlier than usual to get those muffins.

Really?! They're selling that well?!

Yep.

You're carving a new niche

in Mr. Friel's cookie world.

Great.

Uh, sorry about the bell. I forgot.

That's okay.

Honey...

Why don't you go back to bed

and I'll make breakfast for the kids,

you can get some sleep? It's okay, I can handle it.

Are you sure? I'd really like to help out.

I'm fine. Okay.

Aw...

You like it light on the cream and heavy on the sugar, right?

Where are you off to this time of the morning?

I'm going to see Steve.

Isn't it a little early?

I can never get back to sleep

after that guy rings the doorbell, and anyway,

Steve's always up at dawn.

Hey, do you think you could take the kids to school for me,

so I can have a little longer to stay with him?

Yeah, sure, I can do that.

I just hope you're not spending

so much time with Steve

that your homework isn't getting done.

Not at all. I promise.

In fact, Steve's proofreading my essay for Mr. Koper.

The kid's a spelling genius.

Well, I've got to admit,

I may have been wrong about you and this job.

Surprised?

No, not at all.

What are you doing with that bank?

I wasn't going to take anything.

I just wanted to see

how much money Ruthie made off me.

60 bucks! And that's after she paid back Mom.

She was only supposed to sell those cards for $40.

Well, no, technically, you're the one

who was only allowed to sell them for 40.

Once Ruthie bought them from you,

she was free to charge whatever she wants.

It's what's known as a loophold.

Mom told me.

It's loophole. Why are you whispering?

Because everyone else is.

You know, I'm going to take Happy out.

Happy.

So, what're you going to do with all that money?

I'll tell you, but you can't tell nobody.

Anybody.

Them, either.

Dr. Blanca Juarez to ICU.

Dr. Blanca Juarez to ICU. Stat.

Excuse me.

Yes?

I wanted to ask you something,

about Steve in there.

You're family?

Not exactly.

I mean, no, I'm just sitting with him for his parents,

but we're good friends.

I'm Reverend Camden's son.

Steve's parents go to our church.

You know, I was hoping

I could get a feel from you of how sick Steve is, exactly.

Ah, so you are Steve's next mark, I guess, huh?

That kid's had at least one go

at everyone in this entire hospital,

trying to convince them to get him out of here.

So, why don't you give him a break and take him out?

Without the parents' permission, I can't.

It's against the rules and if I broke those rules,

I could lose my license

to practice medicine.

Well, why don't his parents take him out, then?

They're scared.

They probably figure

they're buying him some extra time

if they keep him under constant supervision.

Would anything happen to him

if he weren't under constant supervision?

I think he'd be okay for a day out.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

Convincing them, well, that's another story.

How risky is it?

As long as it didn't involve doing anything crazy,

I'm sure he'd survive.

Nursing supervisor to O.R. Nursing supervisor to O.R.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

What do you mean what am I doing here?

I thought you were going

to read my essay for me.

Maybe later.

I don't feel like it right now.

Are you feeling sick?

I can get someone.

No, not sick.

I feel really great...

that's what's so hard.

I'd just really, really love, one last time...

to hit a ball and run the bases.

Hey, Steve.

How about breakfast

in the cafeteria today?

Yeah, sure, that'll be a big thrill.

You know what, I can take him.

I'd like to, if it's okay.

Absolutely. You know where it is?

I'm sure Steve can navigate.

Have fun.

Call your parents and tell them I'm here

and that they don't have to come by this morning.

Maybe I'd still like to see them

before they go to work.

Yeah?

I thought you wanted to hit a baseball.

Are you kidding?

No, I never kid.

You know they'll fire you if they catch us.

You know that, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Been there, done that.

I can handle it.

Call 'em.

Nell called again.

They still haven't found Steve.

She and Emory went back to the hospital to wait.

And there's a package

from Regency Sales Club

on the kitchen table.

My action figure!

My cards!

Well, I'm going to head back.

Did you check the Varsity?

Yeah, I've been there, the pool hall...

Just about everywhere.

I'm running out of places to look.

I'm about ready to strangle him.

I knew this wasn't a good idea. I just knew it.

Not so fast.

While we're all waiting to see how

this little adventure of Matt's turns out,

you can help me with tomorrow's muffin order.

Oh, I can't.

I've got rehab exercises, then homework and stuff.

Me, too. The homework part.

Plus, Laura invited me to sleep over.

It's Friday. You have the whole weekend to do homework.

And you're not sleeping anywhere tonight.

You're going to stay up

until the deliveryman comes,

tomorrow morning at 5:00 a.m.

Boy, the job's really getting to her.

Yeah, I'm sure it's hard getting used to it

after not working for so long.

Three for the Cookie Man...

Three for Grandpa...

Three for The Colonel...

one for Daddy.

That's ten, right?

Sorry you didn't get your Tick doll yet.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No word?

No, no, there's no word.

How stupid is that, hiring Matt Camden?

A 17-year-old boy

looking after our son... I mean, what was I thinking?

The problem is

we weren't thinking.

We're too tired to think.

Look, I'm sure they'll be back soon

and when they are, everything will be okay.

Would you be so calm if this was your kid?

If he were my kid,

I would've taken him out myself.

I've already told you as much.

Look, I'm sure Steve is okay,

and I really wouldn't worry about Matt Camden.

I have to make rounds.

The desk knows to page me

the second they get back, okay? Excuse me.

Marilyn Holmes to Admitting.

Marilyn Holmes to Admitting.

I'm sorry I still haven't found them,

but I got a feeling I've been going about this all wrong.

What do you mean?

Well, I've been looking for them

at Matt's hangouts, and it finally occurred to me,

I should be looking for them where Steve would hang out.

Where would Steve hang out?

Well, if Steve could do anything he wanted for a day,

it would be playing baseball.

You still remember how to get

to that baseball camp he went to,

the last summer before the diagnosis?

Sure.

Let's go.

Wait... maybe I should wait here,

in case they come back.

It's okay.

The hospital knows how to page me. Come on.

Okay, Lucy, half a dozen eggs into each bowl,

then whisk 'em.

And Mary, I'd like you to measure out

ten cups of flour into each bowl,

then cut one stick of butter into each.

Mom, we're happy to help, really.

It's just don't you think you'd feel a lot better about this

if you did it by yourself?

What is your sister talking about, please?

Mom, it's just that we're so proud of you, you know?

I mean, going into business by yourself.

It's just that we don't want you to think

you can't do it alone.

Wait a minute.

Now that I'm making muffins for sale,

you're proud of me, but you weren't proud of me before?

No, we didn't say that.

Yeah, this is not a good time

to be putting words in our mouths.

Are you kidding?

There wouldn't be room enough

in there with all your feet.

Did it ever occur to you

that I already have a career?

That being a mom to five kids and a minister's wife is...

a career all in itself? Did it?

You know, I chose

this for myself.

This is what I love to do.

I love being a mom and running this house.

That's right, I love it.

And it is a full-time,

24-hour-a-day job,

filled with every bit as much challenge

and fulfillment as anything else out there.

Plus, it has ten times the variety.

I get to be a bookkeeper,

a banker, a nurse, a carpenter, a psychologist,

a dog walker, a plumber,

a handywoman, a cook, a maid...

and I'm proud of it.

I'm darn proud of it!

Man, I can't believe that I let you two sucker me

into thinking that I needed to be validated

by a big corporation

in order to be important,

and a male-owned corporation, at that.

I mean this is really hysterical.

You know, I've always had

a fairly healthy sense of self-worth,

and I let you two talk me into baking

a bazillion muffins a day to prove it.

It's the funniest thing I've ever heard.

I must've been

out of my mind...

Don't get it.

Keep working.

Poor Mom.

She doesn't know what career means.

She just wasn't ready for this.

Oh, hi.

You're in a good mood.

Yes, you could say that.

Well, then this should make it even better.

What is this?

It's a check.

A check?

Yeah.

Wow!

Is that a good wow or a bad wow?

It's not a bad one.

It's just that I've baked

all the muffins I'm going to bake.

It's over, I quit. I'm done.

I'm sorry.

But the test run's 30 days.

Well, no.

After tomorrow, the test run is over.

It would be over today, but I'm teaching Mary and Lucy a lesson.

Annie, we were off to such a good start.

Are you sure about this?

You can buy the recipe, if you're still interested.

Absolutely, I am,

but you're sure you just

don't want to hang in there

a little while longer?

I could, but it's not going to happen.

Thanks for the offer.

It's been a pleasure doing business with you.

If you ever change your mind, you call me.

See you on Sunday.

You bet. Bye.

Mommy.

What?

I have a favor to ask from one businesswoman to another.

Oh, there is no way

I'm ever getting married or having kids.

I am.

But I'm going to make sure that I have a job

that pays so much

that I can hire someone to do all this crummy stuff.

Yeah, like who?

Well, you heard her...

Mom loves keeping house.

Maybe I'll hire her, if she's not too old by then.

You missed the point.

I love doing all this crummy stuff because I love

all of you.

Why are you taking off your apron?

Because I quit.

And because Ruthie and I have an errand to run.

Well, what are we supposed to do?

Well, there's the recipe. Bake the muffins.

Seriously. It'll be a good way

to learn some respect for me

and for all the mothers in the world who work at home.

Oh, and, uh...

take out the last load of laundry, fold it

and put it away and plan something for dinner.

We're all knotted up here in the 12th,

but leading off is The Kid,

looking to spoil Camden's no-hitter.

Whoa!

A grounder up the middle.

All right. Let's go.

Whoa-ha!

Come on, I'm takin' over.

Wow! Yeah!

Looks like he's going to go for two.

Here comes the throw to second!

It's going to be...

Uh-oh.

Time to face the music.

That's okay.

We were in extra innings, anyway.

It's been great, though. Thanks.

Hey, it's been great for me, too, kid.

We were so worried. Are you okay?

I'm great.

I had the greatest day of my life.

I wish you could have been here.

I wish we could have, too.

I'm sorry.

He shouldn't be in a hospital room.

I'm just so afraid.

You don't have to be, Mom.

Please don't be.

Everything's going

to be fine, no matter what happens.

If you want me to go back, that's okay.

I've had my day off.

But I'd rather be at home.

So aren't you going to say something?

If I could decide what to say, I would.

His doctor said that...

I know.

I know what he said, I talked to him.

I love you too, Mom.

A risk is still a risk, though.

And this one was a big one.

One I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to take myself.

If something had happened

to Steve while he was with you,

what would you have done?

I'm not sure,

other than I would have gotten him back to the hospital,

and if it was too late for that, I...

guess I just would have held him, been with him.

If something had happened, Dad,

at least the kid would have had a day off.

I mean, he's dying,

and there's nothing anybody can do about it,

but try to let him live a little.

They're taking me home, they're taking me home!

There wouldn't be anything else to eat besides muffins,

by any chance, would there?

You ate three hot dogs for dinner.

Mom never makes hot dogs for dinner.

If she ever did, she wouldn't count

potato chips as a vegetable, would you, Mom?

No.

Yeah, yeah.

I have a surprise for you.

The only surprise I want is The Tick.

Is that for me?

Yep.

Where did it come from?

It's 50 times as big

as the one in the catalogue!

I bought it for you at the mall, with my profit.

And I still have the ten dollars I wanted left over.

I'm sure there's a lesson in this for me somewhere, huh, Mom?

I know the lesson.

It's do what

you love to do.

That means you should stick to savings and loanings.

That's for sure.

Thanks, Ruthie.

Well, I'm sorry you're out of a job... again.

Wait... me?! What about you?

What are you going to do now

that you don't have me to follow around to check up on?

Now who said I'm retiring from that job?

I'm glad you finally found something you're interested in,

and that you're good at.

You know, you could work for the Starlight Foundation,

or the Make-a-Wish organization.

Steve's just one of

thousands of kids who need a day off.

Sure, I'd love to do something like that, but...

But?

Well, I still need to get a job to make money,

so I can pay for my own stuff.

Welcome to adulthood, son.