Keeping Up With The Kardashians - Season 13 ★ No Password

Cue dramatic string music and a fade to black.

The scene shifted to a baby boutique in Calabasas. Chyna was there, buying a crystal-encrusted sippy cup for Dream. She looked up to see Khloé standing in the doorway, wearing all black like a suburban widow seeking vengeance.

“Then we go to the mattresses.” Kris adjusted her diamond earring. “Call our lawyer. I want a cease-and-desist on the word ‘Blast’ by noon. And somebody get me a Diet Coke. I’m about to declare war.” Keeping Up With the Kardashians - Season 13

“I’m not a traitor,” Kylie said. “I’m a realist.”

A dramatic zoom on Kylie’s lips. “Who?” Cue dramatic string music and a fade to black

Khloé stood up so fast her chair flipped backward. “You have got to be kidding me. The woman who named her eyelash line ‘Lashtastic’ is coming for our olfactory empire?”

Kim swept in, her Yeezy heels silent on the tile. But her face was loud. She slammed a gold-plated notebook onto the island. “We have a crisis.” She looked up to see Khloé standing in

“Chyna,” Khloé replied, her voice dripping with passive aggression. “Cute cup. Does it come with a side of intellectual property theft?”

The room went silent. The refrigerator hummed like a warning drum.

“I do want to be a farmer,” Kendall said. “But I also want to be right. And right now, you’re all being dramatic.”

Kim gasped. “You traitor.”