Disclaimer: No character's mentioned our mine. They only belong to me in my dreams.
"Iola, what are you-no wait! You can't make me leave!" Cried Joe Hardy, finding himself pulled out of bed and dragged by his legs down the stairs.
"Eat," was all she said. She pointed to a bowl of cereal on the kitchen table, and then turned around to run back upstairs. Joe rubbed his head and sat down at the table, never one to disobey Iola. Especially when she had the nerve to drag him out of bed at 6 o'clock -6 o'clock- on a Saturday.
Second later, several screams came from upstairs - Frank's room to be exact.
"Iola, what do you think your doing?" Frank yelled, followed by thump thump thump thump thump.
A minute later, a bruised looking Frank appeared at the table, followed by a very determined looking Iola. She pointed once again to the table and Frank instantly took a seat because everybody knows Iola has a dark side.
"I'm going upstairs to pick out your clothes and don't question me just eat," Iola said, already climbing the stairs. She could be heard mumbling, "We're already late, they haven't even breakfast, I have to call Callie..." as she disappeared onto the second floor.
"What is wrong with her?" Frank asked irritably.
"I don't know! Maybe it's that time of month again," Joe shrugged, scooping another giant mouthful of cereal into his mouth. As if from out of nowhere, Iola appeared and smacked him upside the head, hard enough to cause him to gag on the now soggy Fruit Loops.
"I heard that Joseph Hardy!" she exclaimed, taking a seat at the table, "Besides, how would you know?" Joe rubbed his head.
"OW! God, it is that time of --," Joe started, but his sentence was cut off by Iola pushing his head down into his bowl. She crossed her arms and looked down at his dripping face with a smug expression on her own. Frank howled with laughter as Joe wiped milk off his face, giving Iola what can only be described as a death stare.
"Iola! Rude much? And here I thought you loved me!" Joe whined, cereal falling off his face and onto the once clean kitchen floor.
"I do," Iola said, "I just thought you'd eat quicker this way." She stood up, gave Joe a quick peck on the lips, and then walked towards the front door.
"I'll be back in half an hour. I expect you both to be dressed and ready by the time I get back. I laid your clothes on your beds," she said quickly, looking at them for a moment before saying, "Go!" and heading out the door.
A/N: Note that I would never actually force someone out of bed at 6 o'clock. Not even I am that mean.