Night of Shattered Stone

**"Night of Shattered Stone"** is the fourth episode of *Revolution* and the 79th episode overall.

The episode was released on February 20, 2022.

In the episode, an incident in Toontown has horrific repercussions. In Cervidium, the Toons make their escape.

## The Episode

—Rook of Vulpus—

—Vista, Vulpus—

—March 30, 1051—

“Skulksmarshall?” Queen Vella Vixen gasped. “It’s not a forgery?”

“No, your Majesty. It’s been tested. It’s at least 400 years old.”

Vella gaped at the crown resting on a cushion before her in the throne room. Skulksmarshall Tick Hunter was smiling, proud of himself. He had located not only two of the Toon heirs, but also a well-known rebel and…the Harmony Crown?

How could this be possible? The Harmony Crown was destroyed centuries ago! It was abolished in 709 by Queen Vixen VII…but then again there has never been much mention of what actually happened to the Crown. It was said to be destroyed, but when? By whom? If it was melted down, what the metal used for?

The crown was made of silver, gilded with gold. There were eighteen large gem pieces embedded into elegant fleur de lis, indicative of the original eighteen kingdoms. Vella lifted the crown and twisted it, finding the shiny garnet that represented Vulpus.

“Usa Uhuru said the Free has been guarding it for centuries,” Tick explained. “They believe it still has symbolic power.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just a crown.”

Yet, the Free had successfully hidden it all this time. How had it ended up in their possession at all?

“It’s beautiful,” Skulksmarshall Rook James muttered, reaching out for it. “The peridot is for Eusuchia.”

Vella yanked the crown out of his grasp.

“There is no more Eusuchia! We should have all the gems pried off, replaced with garnet. It can be added to the royal collection.”

“Majesty,” Tick said, “I think we can use this crown as bait for the Free. If it is as important to them as I think it is, they’ll come for it. We can lure them into the capital and crush them!”

Vella grinned.

“I like the way you think, Skulksmarshall. The Harmony Crown could be very valuable to us.”

“What should we do with it, then?” Rook asked. “Put it in the Vault?”

Vella snapped her fingers, and Jewellia sprang to action. She raced over from the other side of the throne room.

“Here, dear. Hide this. Somewhere no one else will think to look.”

Jewellia’s eyes twinkled with excitement. The sweet girl loved games.

“Yes, your Majesty! I will!”

And she skipped off with the box, gaily giggling to herself. Most people thought Jewellia was a child, no older than fifteen. In actuality, she was twenty. She had never really matured, but Vella always liked her. She saw things in black-and-white; her loyalty to the Queen was unwavering. She also knew this castle better than most. Once Jewellia had chosen her hiding place, Vella would search for it. If it remained unfound by nightfall, then Jewellia had chosen well.

—Antlerstag—

—Lyme, Cervidium—

—April 1, 1051—

Doctor was awoken by someone whispering. He opened his eyes cautiously and scanned the blackened room. Slate and Bradley were still sleeping, but Doctor’s cot was closest to the mirror, and that’s where the whispers had originated.

He slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to the mirror. Lee was back, her worried eyes darting behind her.

“I found the key,” she said quietly. “Mama has to have them all polished in two days time. That’s when I’ll steal it and come back and let you out. Can you be ready?”

“Yes!” Doctor said breathlessly. “Yes!”

Days had gone by and the prisoners in Antlerstag were never visited. Food was deposited on trays through the slit at the bottom of the door. They only had the one change of clothes—pajamas or the clothes they arrived in. The conditions were not as bad as Doctor had first imagined when they were taken captive by the foxes. The real torture was the unknown, not knowing what was going to happen to them. No word from the Vixen Queen, from the Stag or Doe of Cervidium, from the Free, from anyone! Doctor almost felt as if they had been forgotten here. If that were the case, then their escape was all but assured.

“I’ll be back in two days,” Lee promised. “Trust me.”

“I trust you,” Doctor said. “Wait, Lee?”

She had turned to go, but he stopped her. “Are you with the Free?”

Lee’s face lit up like it were a compliment.

“I am now.”

—Toontown—

—April 2, 1051—

—The Next Day—

A commotion arose in Melodyland around midday, distracting Horace Calves. He was stationed in the center of the neighborhood, performing construction work at the direction of the foxes. They were planning expansions already. They hadn’t even been here a month and their vision for a bigger, worse Toontown was underway. Horace had no choice but to comply. Those that refused to work were shot.

*Shot*. It was an unreal reality. Horace had never seen so much death in his life.

The commotion was muted shouting, but distinctly Toon. It was coming from Alto Avenue, the tunnel next to where Horace was working.

“I’ll be right back,” he said to his coworkers, who nodded as if to say they’d cover for his absence. Horace kept his tool belt on, and ran into the tunnel.

The noise was coming from the end of the street. He jogged but didn’t sprint. Sprinting could get you shot. For some reason, there weren’t a lot of foxes around.

Horace would soon see why.

At the end of Alto Avenue, Toons were being forcibly evicted from their homes. Foxes were lining the streets, armed to the teeth. Belongings and furniture were being thrown through broken windows onto the sidewalk. Toons that had lived in those homes for years were weeping on the cobblestone.

“What’s going on?” Horace asked to another Toon, dumbfounded. She shook her head dismally.

“It’s happening all over. They’re kicking us out of our homes. The foxes need somewhere to live, and this is their town now. Apparently they’re all being resettled.”

“Resettled *where*?” Horace asked. The other Toon had no answer. Horace’s heart ached as he watched this sad scene. Families were wrestling with the soldiers for control of prize possessions, heirlooms, memories. The foxes discarded everything without care. That was one constant among all the foxes stationed here: not one of them cared about the Toons.

The foxes moved onto the next house. One soldier wrenched from the doorframe a purple horse, who tumbled down the stairs onto the street. She smacked her head on a fire hydrant. Horace ran forward to help her. When he turned her over on her back and inspected the wound, he recognized her.

It was Harmony Swell. The only Toon survivor of the *Chipper* explosion. Of the 200 Toons that went aboard that night, with the exception of Piggy Pie who rowed away before the blast, Harmony was the only person to escape. She was the only person who could speak to the chaos on board as the foxes’ bombs detonated. She was therefore a figure of reverence for the Toons, someone who had to be protected to compensate for the awful tragedy she endured.

This was wrong! Harmony mustn’t be evicted!

“Hey!” Horace shouted, looking for someone in charge. “HEY!”

One of the foxes was wearing a black arm band with a single stripe. He stormed over.

“Back up, Toon!”

“I will not!” Horace retorted. “This woman is in no state to be evicted! Take my house, if you will, but not hers!”

“Where do you live?” the fox asked without a second thought.

“Polar Place…”

The fox walked away, incensing Horace. He grabbed hold of his uniform and pulled him back. The fox lifted off the ground before slamming into Horace’s torso.

“*Leave these Toons alone*,” Horace demanded.

“Unhand me, savage!” the fox cried. He twisted out of Horace’s grasp, then unhooked a baton from his belt. The fox swung the baton like a sword, but Horace caught it in his palm. He threw the baton to the ground. The fox backed away, eyes widening.

“ROGUE!” he shouted. In the corner of his eyes, Horace saw foxes draw their weapons. Their guns. He hit the cobblestone as gunshots whizzed overhead.

*They’re shooting at me!* Horace thought in horror. Why? Because he stood up for himself? Because he protested an injustice? His fear was replaced with anger, pure unchecked anger.

Horace got up and slammed the fox to the ground. The fox’s skull cracked on the pavement. He howled in pain, and the other foxes shot at him again. Because Horace was getting back to his feet, most of the bullets missed him but one struck his side.

Horace lost control, and retrieved his hammer from his tool belt. He beat the fox on the ground over the head with the hammer until nothing but bloody pulp remained, not until recently-arrived Commandant Hans Einfach pulled him off the corpse himself.

—Antlerstag—

—Lyme, Cervidium—

—The Next Day—

Sunset came, and Bradley grew anxious. Neither he nor Slate Oldman had seen this deer in the mirror that Doctor said was coming to save them. Bradley was skeptical that a scullery maid had the capability of springing them from the castle. Anyone could open the door with a key and let the prisoners run around Antlerstag, but what then? Where would they go? The castle was probably surrounded by security forces. Clearly the Vixen Queen wanted the three of them alive, but for what purpose? Her first attempt to kill them was thwarted, but it would be so easy to gas them here. They were defenseless here, and the Free presumably had no idea where they were.

Bradley therefore had no choice but to hedge his bets with Lee, the scullery maid. The possibility of escaping certain death trumped the guarantee of certain death. He just had to hope their attempt was successful.

Slate was in some ways their secret weapon. He was now pacing in front of the window, holding a snowball of his own conjuring. If they were confronted with soldiers, he could ice everyone. Slate was not keen on using his snow powers to hurt others—something he had only done with the Cogs—but he said he would do so if it would save Bradley and Doctor.

“It’s after sunset now,” Slate said to Doctor. “Anything?”

Doctor was standing at the mirror, waiting for Lee to appear.

“I can’t see her…it’s just my reflection.”

To Bradley’s surprise, the door suddenly opened. A frail-looking deer about half Bradley’s height stood in the doorframe holding a set of keys. She seemed afraid of Slate and Bradley, but when Doctor came into view she smiled.

“Hello, Doctor,” she said. “I came for you.”

“Thank you!” Doctor exclaimed. “Can you get us out of here?”

“I can!” Lee said confidently. “I know a way.”

“I’m Bradley,” Bradley introduced himself. Slate followed suit. Lee warmed to them.

“The Doe plans to meet with you tonight. We have to move quickly!”

“Meet with us?” Bradley repeated, his skin chilling. “Meet with us for?”

Lee’s face clouded.

“Mama said…she said it was…”

She trailed off, and Bradley could fill in the blanks. Tonight was the night they were to die.

“She’ll notice we’re gone,” Slate stated. “It’s risky.”

Lee held out her hooves as if to say “what choice do you have?”

*No choice*.

“Show us the way,” Doctor said.

Lee led them down the stairwell of the tower and through a service exit hidden behind a tapestry. She said all the guards were at the base of the tower, as the servants corridor was under construction and not accessible from any other way.

Except it was. There was a decommissioned elevator at the end of the under-construction hallway, and the prisoners shimmied through the roof of the elevator. Once in the shaft, Lee pried open an air duct and crawled through. Bradley could not believe how elaborate this was, but followed nonetheless. At the end of the duct, they emerged in a standard palace hall. All the lights were dimmed for the evening. Lee dropped out of the vent and helped the others through.

“Where are we?” Slate asked, looking around.

“The ballrooms,” Lee whispered. “They’re unused this time of year. No events.”

“We’re out in the open!” Bradley hissed. “We’ll be spotted!”

Lee scurried across the hall and opened one of the ballroom doors. It was pitch black inside, but she ushered them through. She ignited a small flashlight and led them to the other side, which opened into another service hall.

“HEY!”

Bradley’s heart sank. Three guards, having a smoke break in the unoccupied area of the castle. Bradley turned to Lee, but she was running away, disappearing through the ballroom. Before Bradley, Slate, and Doctor could run, the guards were upon them.

“They’ve escaped!” the largest of the guards cried.

“Don’t be daft! We’ve caught them!” the smallest said. Slate brought a snowstorm above them, but the guards had already called for reinforcements. They had no backup plan, and thanks to Lee abandoning them there wouldn’t be one. Slate tried to ice the guard holding him, but his hands were pinned together in front. The guards zip-tied them together.

“The Doe won’t like this,” the big guard taunted. “She won’t like this at all.”

“Oh, yes,” the third guard scowled. “There will be repercussions.”

—Toontown—

—That Night—

Constance Miller was worried, more so than usual. A fox was dead, killed by a Toon. Horace Calves, the perpetrator, was in Vulpine custody. The deceased, a soldier named Junge, was being mourned. He was the first fox to die in the invasion.

From what Constance heard from other Toons, Horace’s actions were well-intentioned, but rash. He had bludgeoned someone to death! What now? What would the foxes do in retaliation?

She would soon find out. Commandant Hans Einfach had summoned her to the Commandant’s Office. As she crossed the foyer, she sneakily flipped off the portrait of Queen Vixen VII.

“Colonial Governor,” Hans greeted without looking up from his desk. The door was left open for her. This used to be her office. All remnants of her tenure had been scrubbed. The Colonial Governor didn’t even have an office. Truly, what was the point of her?

“Commandant.”

“We have had an incident today involving one of your Toons.”

“I heard.”

“There must be punishment.”

Constance nodded.

“I’m willing to negotiate a prison sentence for Horace.”

Hans laughed. Standing from his desk, he crossed to Constance. Dangling from his left paw was a walkie-talkie.

“Not a punishment for Horace. His fate is sealed. I mean a punishment for the Toons.”

Constance stared, not quite following.

“Horace acted alone.”

“Horace must not set a precedent,” Hans expounded.

“I don’t understand.”

Hans sighed angrily.

“Your Toons must never harm another fox again. We don’t just own Horace, we own all of you.”

He lifted the walkie-talkie to his mouth.

“All battalions, all units, all soldiers: avenge our fallen comrade. Do as you please.”

Constance’s blood turned to ice. Every fox in Toontown just heard that message. Angry, embittered foxes.

“What have you done?” Constance gasped, backing for the door. A sinister grin stretched across the Commandant’s unkind face.

“I’ve ordered a slaughter.”

—Antlerstag—

—Lyme, Cervidium—

Doctor didn’t say anything as he, Bradley, and Slate were led at gunpoint to the throne room. The three guards who had captured them were baiting for information. Who had let them out? Who had helped them? Even though Doctor was disheartened and frustrated to see Lee run away at the first sign of trouble, he couldn’t fault her for it. She had nothing to lose if the prisoners remained locked up, but everything to lose if she was caught helping them escape. Doctor’s faith in her reliability was stronger after she got them as far she did. Perhaps she could save them again?

The throne room was smaller than Doctor had expected, and not nearly as opulent as the one aboard *The Imperial Conqueror*. The back wall was made of one large stained glass window. Scenes of Cervidian triumph were depicted in the panes. They almost all focused on wartime achievements, but Doctor was unfamiliar with Cervidian history and didn’t know which was from *the* War or another conflict.

There was one green-velvet throne in the center of the window, raised on an altar, and two lesser chairs, one on either side. An older deer in a tiny tiara was in one, but the other was unoccupied. The throne itself for the Doe was also empty.

“Your Highness,” one of the deer captors bowed. “The prisoners have escaped.”

“I can see that,” the woman sneered. “How?”

“They had help, Doe Mother!”

Doe Mother? Oh…the mother of the Doe.

“From whom?” the Doe Mother hissed. The soldiers could not answer. The Doe Mother stood from her throne and descended the few steps of the altar. From head to foot she was covered in one ruffled dress. It spiraled from her shoulder to the top of her antlers.

“Make them kneel.”

Doctor knelt at once, rather than be forced by the guards. Bradley and Slate had to be knocked down. Doctor saw Slate’s hands were frozen solid. He was shaking, but Doctor knew him long enough to know it wasn’t from fear.

“Who helped you escape?” the Doe Mother demanded. She asked it calmly, but forcefully. This woman was not good. Doctor wondered where Lee had ran off to. If she was getting help, how long would it take to arrive?

“WHO?!” the Doe Mother bellowed.

The throne room doors swung open. Doctor turned, but one of the guards grabbed his head and twisted back to the Doe Mother. She was smiling over their heads at the arrival.

“Ah,” she mused. “Let me be the first to present to you Her Royal Highness Doe Halley of Cervidium.”

A shadow materialized in front of Doctor, growing bigger as the Doe came closer. She stepped around them, then passed her mother. A cape trailed behind her, the same green as her mother’s dress. The Doe was short in stature and antlers, but she definitely had poise. Her back was perfectly erect as she climbed to her throne. Yet…there was something familiar about her gait.

Doe Halley spun and sat. Doctor’s eyes bulged. Goosebumps erupted around his body. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

It was Lee.

—Glamor Grove—

Vidalia VaVoom heard the sound of broken glass. It was coming from the street, as well as shouts. Were the Toons staging an uprising against the Commandant? She hastened from her rooms in the basement and headed outside, where she was met with a terrifying scene.

The soldiers were smashing windows, looting, rioting, destroying. Fires were being lit in the trash cans and kicked over onto lawns. Two foxes were pulling down a street lamp. Someone threw a rock at Vidalia’s house. She ducked to avoid being hit.

“Stop!” she cried. “Please, stop this!”

The foxes ignored her. As one ran by, she hit Vidalia over the head. She crumpled to the sidewalk. Skull throbbing, Vidalia crawled back toward her home.

—

Aleck Harding was getting calls from all over town, calls about the foxes attacking homes and breaking property. He alone was unable to stop the destruction but he had to try. He phoned Deputy Wiggle McDiggle of Toontown Central and together they raced for downtown.

Most of the revenge-fueled destruction was happening on the streets, where the Toons lived. It seemed the foxes no longer cared about slowly evicting Toons from the “desirable” homes and were now openly wrecking anything in sight. On Loopy Lane, Aleck and Wiggle witnessed the soldiers smashing shop windows and kicking down doors. They ignored the money, of course. Toon money was valueless to the Vulpus Empire.

As they progressed further down the street, dodging the cheering foxes and shattered glass raining from upper windows, they came upon a statue of five Toons united in a circle. It was erected decades ago, but now the foxes were tearing it down. The officer encouraging the soldiers in the dismantling was drunk, holding a bottle in his paw.

Aleck’s heart rate quickened. It wasn’t just property they were after. It was symbols too. Toon symbols, like the lettering above Toon Hall and the portraits of their Mayors.

He pulled Wiggle by the paw and they ran back downtown, racing for the cemetery. But they were too late. The Mayor’s Mausoleum was being ransacked. The ashes of their former leaders were dumped on the grass. Gravestones were being kicked over, gravesites desecrated.

Aleck backed away, sickened. This was so wrong, so sad. His parents were buried here, his grandparents. Everyone’s entire family was right here! The Founders…

He retched outside the gate before breaking down in sobs.

—

Kilo Byte’s front window was smashed by a flying brick. A fox then took a sledgehammer to the stone walls of his home. What was going on! Kilo scooped up his three infant mice and barricaded everyone in the basement. Above, he could hear the soldiers ransack and loot his home. His lab.

Samara started crying. He tried to hush them, but it was no use. All three were soon bawling. The soldiers upstairs were having a grand time, uncaring for the home’s occupant. They had no respect for Toontown or the Toons.

They were monsters.

—

Constance was not one to cry, but she internally wept for the plunder of Toontown. Most of these buildings dated back centuries, and those closest to the neighborhood centers were original constructions. The Founders built this town to escape the foxes and now here they were destroying it.

Constance doubted that this was fully motivated by Horace’s attack. This was overdue in their minds. Hans and the soldiers probably wanted to rip the town asunder since they disembarked last month.

To hell with the title of Colonial Governor; Constance was still this town’s Mayor. She was their elected choice of leader. She swore an oath to shield the Toons from forces that would do them harm. There must be something she could do to protect her people!

She found Professor Pete Ingalls and his son at their estate, hiding out in an outhouse. The foxes hadn’t reached their house yet on their reign of terror.

“Pete!” she called from outside the shed. “I need you to open the Emergency Portal!”

He stuck his head outside.

“Constance! Come in here! They’ll get you out there!”

“I need you to come with me!” she refused. “How do we open the portal? How do we get everyone out?”

“We can’t! You know that! No one can open the Portal, not again. It was single-use. I’m sorry!”

He slammed the shed door shut.

—

Vidalia VaVoom regained her strength and ventured back out onto the streets. Glamor Grove was now the Commandant’s Mansion, and thus immune from the night’s attacks. She walked all along Punchline Place, locating the injured and displaced, and shuttling them into the basement of Glamor Grove. They would be safe there.

At least, she hoped so.

—Antlerstag—

—Lyme, Cervidium—

*Lee*? Doe Halley was *Lee*?

Doctor was confused. The Doe was relishing in their confusion, reclined casually on her throne. She had removed her crown and was spinning it on her arm. The Doe Mother had taken her place on the smaller throne to her daughter’s left. The other throne was still unoccupied. Was there a Stag?

“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Doe Halley said, smiling. “I enjoyed playing my part. Was I convincing?”

No one responded. Doctor felt like an idiot. Not once during their imprisonment had anyone uttered the name of the Doe. Not once had anyone said anything to them during their imprisonment, except Lee. Because *she* was the Doe! She wanted to toy with them, play with their emotions and hope. What kind of wicked person would so something like that?

“Halley, dear,” the Doe Mother muttered, “what are you to do with them?”

Not even she knew.

“You’re my gift,” Doe Halley announced to her prisoners, “from Vella. My good friend, Vella. I can’t kill you. I’ve been forbidden, but I am so curious about you three. Especially…you.”

She pointed at Slate. Snow swirled around his head. She jumped up from her throne and darted over to him. She scooped up some snow from the floor and licked her hoof.

“BioFreak…”

She rounded on Bradley, taking in his blanched fur.

“Deformity.”

Then Doctor.

“Blue.”

That was one thing that Doctor had noticed quite plainly in his time here. Most Cartonians were muted shades of brown, grey, tan, and white. A few green, a few yellow, but nothing as vibrant as the rainbow denizens of Toontown.

“How old are you?” Doctor asked, risking any repercussion.

“Eighteen,” Doe Halley stated, drawing herself to full height. “My birthday was last month.”

The Doe Mother squirmed. She must have been regent until Halley came of age. Halley squatted down to meet the gaze of her kneeling captives. She was smiling from ear-to-ear.

“I’m so excited you’re here. This is a dream come true! My living toys…oh…you will wish Vella granted me permission to kill you.”

Doctor swallowed hard. Halley leapt to her feet.

“Guards! Take my toys to my playroom.”

—Toontown—

Constance Miller was stopped by a frantic Toon, who was pointing in the direction of the Docks.

“They’ve got him! They’ve got him there!”

The Toon was bleeding from her head, and soon after collapsed. Another Toon swept in and carried her away, running to find medical help. Constance ran toward the Docks, not sure what she’d find.

A crowd had gathered on the Docks, which was being actively ravaged by the foxes. The famous fog was just offshore, obscuring the horizon and the massive ships of the Vulpus Armada.

Constance maneuvered through the crowd for the front. A familiar blue monkey was standing in isolation from the group, paws clasped before her chest, gazing upward at the lighthouse.

“Tori!” Constance cried to Tori Dorrance, a fellow member of the Toon Resistance. “What’s going on?”

“Horace!” Tori screamed, pointing.

Horace Calves was standing at the apex of the lighthouse, on the other side of the safety rail. He was holding on for dear life, one step away from falling to his death. A noose was tied around his neck. Two Vulpine soldiers were on either side of him.

This was his execution.

“Stop them!” Tori begged Constance. “Please, do something!”

“I can’t,” Constance gasped. “I can’t do anything…”

Tori buried her face in Constance’s shoulder. She let her weep; she knew how much Horace meant to her.

“FOR THE CRIME OF MURDER!” a fox bellowed from atop the lighthouse. “HORACE CALVES IS SENTENCED TO DIE!”

Horace was pushed, and he fell. The noose’s tail was long, and so he fell for what felt like an hour before his neck snapped and he went still. The *crack* was heard across the Docks. Tori screamed, and Constance held her close.

*Evil*, she thought over and over again. *They’re evil!*

Immediately after Horace’s death, a siren blared across Toontown. It was similar to the one the Toons used before, but the sound was different. It belonged to the foxes.

The attacks stopped at once. Those breaking windows on the docks quietly put down their hammers and pipes, and walked away. It was over. The foxes had gotten their revenge. Horace was dead, and Toontown was bruised and battered.

Constance continued to hold the weeping Tori, rubbing her back with the trite comfort one could expect in a sudden moment of grief. The crowd dissipated, the Toons going to pick up the pieces. Constance glanced around the harbor, taking in the fragmented remnants of the destruction. The broken windows cast pools of splintered glass across the boardwalk. There was blood everywhere, staining the ground and walls.

She was standing near the tunnel to Seaweed Street. The foxes had taken sledgehammers to the stonework. Pieces lay strewn about. Tonight, the foxes had rattled the foundation of Toontown. They had sent a manmade earthquake across the town with the intent to knock down everything loose.

This was a night of shattered stone, but not the night of defeat. Not all was knocked down. Constance still stood firm.

## Production

### Continuity and Story Arcs

The Harmony Crown was returned to Vista, and hidden by Jewellia.

Harmony Swell last appeared in “Out of the Frying Pan” when she was pulled from the burning wreckage of the *Chipper.*

The ballrooms in Antlerstag were first seen in “Where the Anomaly Lay,” the site of the covert entrance to the Stag’s dungeons.

Lee the scullery maid was revealed to be Doe Halley of Cervidium.

Constance Miller tried to have Pete Ingalls open the Emergency Portal from the Exodus (“Doomsday,” “Rain”) but it was single-use and couldn’t be used again.

## Trivia

* The title of this episode is based on one of the English names for the Kristallnacht, the Night of Broken Glass.
* Horace’s murder of a fox  in protest of the treatment of the Toons and the subsequent pogrom launched against Toontown was inspired by the Kristallnacht, an event triggered by the assassination of a German diplomat by a Jewish man.
* The dead fox’s name is Junge, German for “young.”
* The title of Doe Mother is based on “Queen Mother.”