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Attack the mother!
With incredible skill and might you charge the angry mother in an attempt to smash your fist into her sad, sad torso and blast a crater through the center of her body. You misunderestimated the stringy speed hidden in that torso, and your overcommitment to the attack lets her easily dodge and place you in the deadliest hold known to Motherkind: The Ear Pinch.
"YOU COME WITH ME YOUNG MAN AND OR WOMAN!" she needlessly shouts as she pushes her baby stroller and drags you along behind. Like an ocelot held by the scruff of the neck you're mewling and helpless to resist.
She drags you several suburban blocks until you reach her spooky haunted bungalow. It's cleverly disguised as a perfectly ordinary bungalow, but you know a cleverly disguised spooky haunted bungalow when you see one.
She deposits you on the floor of her deceptively ordinary foyer while she attends to Junior's nappies and nappys. It takes several moments for you to regain your strength and composure, but as soon as you do, you take to the front door for a mad dash to freedom. No such luck. The door is locked tight, via some mechanism entirely separate from the lock and knob. Probably ghost magic.
Ahead of you are the dark, foreboding stairs that the mother climbed when she left you behind. To the left, the kitchen. To the right, some kind of rumpus room.