...but not for long! An exterior shot of the mall shows that there's no way it could be eight floors high. Lucy lied to us all. Music Of Dismay At What Kids Do When Their Parents Aren't In Their Faces Every Damn Second Of The Day plays as Lucy and friends exit the bathroom dressed like what I can only describe as prostitute drag queens. I mean not just prostitutes and not just drag queens, but that small part of the population who serve as both. Yes, the outfits are that tacky. One of them is wearing a short lacey white off-the-shoulder dress, and a brown coat with froofy white fur on the cuffs and neck. The other is wearing a tie-dyed cow-print dress with, like, a fishnet bodysuit over it, and high black boots. Lucy is wearing a short black skirt and a bare midriff, all covered with a weird translucent purple coat thing with black fur trim. Lucy's friends are both wearing bright red lipstick, and Cow Print is also wearing hot pink eye shadow. Lucy, while choosing a nice conservative lipstick color, has unwisely applied orange blush. Okay, I certainly was no fashion maven when I was their age, but I would never, ever, ever have done something like this to myself on purpose. I don't even know where one can buy a tie-dyed cow-print dress. The three synchronize their watches so they can be back at the bathroom and changed by the time their parents pick them up. Then they go off together, thus rendering the process of synchronizing watches a complete waste of everyone's time.

Mary comes downstairs, where she is verbally attacked by Annie, who demands that Mary bring Ruthie to her so they can go to the mall. Mary says she has to find Ruthie first, because they're playing hide-and-seek, and Ruthie's hiding. So, of course, Annie scolds Mary for not doing a good enough job of seeking Ruthie. Someone's got some pretty high seeking standards. Mary wants to know why Annie is going to the mall earlier than Lucy expected. "That's why they call me 'Mom,'" Annie responds. What a coincidence! That's also why they call you "antagonistic busybody."