'MUMMY CEO MUMMY CEO COME HELPY NOWWWWWWW!' Scott's squeal interrupted Scar's explanations of Vexlings to Lizzie. Their mediator Cleo looked away at the sound, from down the corridor towards...

Scott's bedroom.

Where Cub was sleeping.

'MUMMY CEO THE EVIL MAGIC KIDDY KID IS HEEEEERE! TEY STOLED MY BED!'

'SCAAAAAAAAR!' Came back the equally scared wail from Cub. Scar and Cleo started running simultaneously, sprinting towards where Scott was standing in tears. 

'SCOTT IT'S OK!' Cleo yelled. Scott ran over to her. 

'HE'S IN MY BED! HE'S GOTTED MY STUFF! MAKE IT GO AWAY MUMMY! PUT IT- PUT IT IN THE BIN!' (Actually what my brother said about baby me)

'Scott, calm down. Calm down, please.' Scott glared at her. 'Indoor voices, ok?'

'Cub, it's ok!' Scar continued past the pair to where Cub was hugging one of Scott's teddies, in tears.

'I- didded nofing I pomis!' He insisted. 'I didded nofing...' Scar hugged his child as he started crying anew. Scott glared at him.

'Give me Misata Llama!' He demanded. 'He's MINE!'

Cub threw the teddy at him, hugging Scar instead.

'I- DON- I DON... I- I DI'N DO NO NOTTY VEXY I POMIS!'

'GET OUT MY ROOM!' Scott screamed again. This time Scar took the hint, carrying the sobbing Little Cub out the room, running.

'Cleo, tell him what's actually happening.' Scar demanded, also in tears. 'And tell him not to yell at my child EVER AGAIN!'

And he walked away.

'Ucle Sar! Ucle Sar!' Scar ignored little Grian racing over, bouncing around for a moment before stopping, spotting Cub. 'Wait- is Cubby-Cub ok?!'

'Grian, your Uncle Scar's not in the mood to play right now. Go and talk to... Joel.'

'Me and Joel felled out cuz he said Cub hurted him itetolly but I said MY bes fend Cubby woud NEVER do dat!'

'Really...?' Cub glanced over. Grian nodded.

'Yeah! I fink you were really really cooly wif- wif gowy eyes and magic wingies!'

'Really?! Scar- Scar can I talky with Gian?'

'Of course!' Scar let his child down, who immediately hugged Grian.

'You're my bestest little-little fwend!' Cub declared.

'You're my bestest little fwendie too!' Replied Grian, hugging back. 'I fink you did a really really cool not a horrororble! Can- can Sar? Ucle Sar if I peten I cool like Cubby can I bite Joel too?!'

'Now, Grian that's not very nice, is it?'

'But- but JOEL'S not nice!' He protested. 'He pused Cubby out a tee REMEBER?! When Doc was been evil!'

'Joel's... do you want to be as bad as Joel was or do you want to be a good Hermit?'

Grian thought for a moment.

'I wanna bad-a-Joel to Joel, but to Cubby Cubby and Tago an- an Zeddie an- Sott an all my fwedies I'm a good hermit! I pomise!'

'Now Scott, are you going to say sorry to Cub for shouting at him?' Scar's attention turned from Grian's skewed child-logic by the arrival of Cleo, forcing Scott along with them, who was hiding his moody scowl behind his llama teddy.

'Hiya Sott!' Grian waved, excited, 

'Scar-Scar is he gonna sout at me again?' Cub ran over to Scar. Grian paused.

'Cubby? Wait- wait is Sott bad too?' 

Cub nodded. Grian glared at Scott anyway.

'YOUR not my fend any more!'

Scott, instead of apologising as Cleo wanted, shoved Grian.

'Your fwends wiv a EVIL VEXY!' 

'SCOTT! That is NOT what I told you to say!' Cleo scolded, but the child wasn't done

'Cub tole my teddy and bit Joellie!'

'Cubby's a GOOD Cubby!' Grian insisted, standing up. Cub was hiding behind his emotional-support-Scar. 'Cubby didn't do a norty!'

'Scott, say you're sorry.'

'But- but you tolded me not to lie!'

'Scott, now.' Scott glared at Grian and Cub again

'I'm sorry.' He snapped. 'And YOUR not ivited to Mummy Ceo's base EVAGEN!'

'Scott, naughty corner. Now.' Cleo demanded. Scott stuck out his tongue, throwing the llama at her and storming off.  'Scar, Cub, Grian, I'm so sorry... I think this will just take some time to... settle down again.' Cub made an unhappy noise, cuddling closer to Scar.

'I wanna go home to Scarland...' he mumbled. 

'Can- Can I come Sar-lan too?' Asked Grian. 'I wanna tay wif Cubby Cubby!'

'I'll just tell your Uncle Mumbo and then we can go to Scarland together.'

'Yay! Les go! Les go!' Grian climbed up Scar's leg, stealing some of his fireworks and jumping into the air, taking flight. 

'NO INDOOR FLYING GRIAN!' Scar yelled after, picking up Cub and following close behind, out the door Grian thankfully didn't crash into and away.

It wasn't a long journey back to the theme park. Cub immediately ran off to show Grian his bedroom as Scar looked on, hiding his now continual worry for his child... what if the vex attacked again? What if Grian was the only hermit who wasn't scared of Cub?

'Ucle Sar are you cominging?' He returned to the matter at hand at Grian's question.

'Yeah! I'm coming!' Scar followed inside, up into Cub's bedroom. 

It was small and cozy, with nether stars and chalk rocket doodles all over the walls. Cub was showing Grian his CF-135 rocket — courtesy of little Tango not quite understanding normal Tango's Decked Out plans and being scared of the dungeon. So he just played match-the-artefact-to-the-player and just gifted everyone their own artefact with a random card and decided that was good enough. 

'An- an it fies too! Look!' Cub grabbed the rocket. 'Cubby Pacesip ready for liftyofty! 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, liftyoff!' With a whole lot of excited explosion rocket noises, Cub lifted the ship from the ground, flying it all around the room before landing it back on the bed. 'Look Gian! Isan evil alen!'

'Raaaah!' Scar faked being an alien. Cub gave an excited squeal, hiding behind a cushion. 'The evil alien's gonna get you Cub!'

'Nooooo! Defese pillow!' He threw the cushion at Scar, who dodged and 'attacked' Cub with a huge hug. Cub gave another squeal that became a giggle, hugging Scar back.

'Can- can I pway spacy pacy too?' Grian grabbed the rocket, flying it around the room as Cub had, even trying to fly himself and landing on the bed in a pile of waffle-hair and laughter. 

'Come on, Grian, you get an evil alien cuddle too.'

'Yayyyy!' Grian bounded onto Scar's back, forcing him to give a piggy-back ride. 'Piggyback Scar! Piggyback Scar!' Cub, still hugging Scar, giggled with laughter. 

'Piggyback Scar! Piggyback Scar!'

'Come on then... hold on tight... and... weeeeeee!' Scar ran out the room and down the stairs, Cub and Grian laughing and squealing with excitement. The trouble with the vex was forgotten in the fun of friendship, piggybacks, and rocket ships, and everything was alright again.

Wholesome!