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*Cleaning Up*

Grace and Wyatt hung their heads as Piper and Phoebe finished their lecture. Melinda crawled out from under the table as the lecture finished. Piper eyed her suspiciously.

'You didn't throw anything at all, did you? I mean at all.'

'Nothing.' Wyatt and Grace confirmed.

'Good girl.' Piper reached out her hand. Melinda took it. 'Melinda and I are going upstairs.' Piper said calmly. 'I'm going to give her a bath.' She added, looking at Melinda, who had unfortunately gotten hit on the way to the table (she hadn't thought to orb, and was unfortunately pegged with eggs, oatmeal, mustard and tomato sauce.)

'You two will clean up this mess.' Phoebe added. 'You can use the mops and cloths in the laundry room. Understood? When you're finished you come straight to us and we will give you your punishment.'

'I'm so disappointed in you guys.' Piper shook her head sadly. 'Tonight was supposed to be fun.'

'It was fun.' Grace assured her. Phoebe looked at her, eyebrows raised.

'Maybe you should stay with Cole a little longer after this mess.' Phoebe said sternly. Grace sighed, as Phoebe and Piper led Melinda (who was trailing flour footprints) away.

' I guess we better clean up.' Wyatt said ruefully, taking in the kitchen. He had to admit, it was pretty bad.

'Okay.' Grace agreed. She fetched two mops, two cloths, a hand broom and a large bucket.

* *

'Ew.' Mellie giggled, as reddish, tomato sauce water went down the drain. Piper frowned - for a moment she'd swear she saw something reflecting in the water. it must've been the light, she decided, as she tied Melinda's bathrobe securely. 'You go get some clothes. I'm going to check on your naughty brother and cousin.' Piper went downstairs. Wyatt was kneeling on the newly scrubbed counter, trying to clean the egg of the window.

'Have you decided on our punishment yet Aunt Piper?' Grace asked, from where she was mopping the floor.

'Not yet. I only determine Wyatt's. Phoebe will decide on yours.' Upstairs Piper heard a baby cry. 'Good thing Serena slept through that food fight of yours.' She said, shaking her head. 'Then I would have had to tend to her and you guys would have wrecked my kitchen even more.'

* *

'This is great, huh?' Glen whispered to Paige in the dark.

Paige nodded, and then realized he couldn't see her. 'It's fantastic. I can't believe we got a box' She whispered back, and then settled back into her seat as the play continued. It had been a really great story so far, she decided, as a man came on stage and started towards the lead actress.

Glen looked at Paige, concerned as she gasped. 'Is something the matter?' He asked her softly.

'No nothing.' Paige replied. 'I just. thought I saw someone I knew.' More like I thought I saw the guy who was in my reflection, Paige thought to herself. 'Can I borrow those?' She added, reaching for Glen's binoculars.

* *

'Wyatt.' Grace complained. It was an hour later, and they hadn't even gotten near to finishing the kitchen. Upstairs Phoebe was still working and Piper was playing dolls with Melinda, something she hadn't done in a while.

'What?' Wyatt grunted, as he scrubbed harder at the microwave.

'This is taking ages.' Grace groaned. She was standing on a chair, cleaning the top of the fridge.

'Tell me about it.' Wyatt grimaced - the microwave was still sticky from the honey. He was just lucky it wasn't malfunctioning - to his knowledge, at least.

'Can't we use magic?'

Wyatt stopped. 'I'm not that good at magic.' He said slowly.

'Well I know Melinda could probably beat us, even if she is three.' Grace agreed, 'but mom never said we can't use magic. She just said to use the mops and cloths.'

'I'm not sure.' Wyatt hedged.

'Come on.' Grace persuaded him. 'They won't know.'

'I guess you can try.' Wyatt stopped cleaning to look at Grace, who climbed down from her chair.

'Um. let me see. Put all the cleaning stuff in the middle of the table.' She instructed. Wyatt obliged. 'Okay. Well I won't break the rules. We can still use the mops and cloths.' She said, thinking carefully. 'Okay I think I got it. I'll say it first, then you repeat after me.'

'Okay.' Wyatt agreed.

Grace took a deep breath. 'We threw food, as you can see

So we need your help, come clean with me

Mops and cloths come alive

Clean the kitchen so Wyatt and me will survive

The wrath of my mom and Aunt Piper

Dispose of the food like it's a.'

'Stinky diaper!' Wyatt cried out. Grace laughed. 'Yeah, stinky diaper!'

The two repeated the chant two more times. Slowly the mops and cloths began to come alive. A mop dipped itself into the bucket of water and began to scrub furiously at the floor. A cloth turned the sink on, wet itself, and then turned the sink off, before wringing itself out on the dirty fridge.

Grace and Wyatt grinned at each other, proud of their handiwork. 'Maybe one of us should watch out for my mom or yours.' Wyatt said in a low voice. 'In case they catch us.'

'Good idea.' Grace agreed. 'I'll stand guard.' She hurried to the doorway as Wyatt surveyed the cleaning.

* *

By the time Piper, Phoebe and Melinda came downstairs, all traces of food were gone. Wyatt and Grace had been able to stop the mops and cloths, though with great difficulty.

'Wow you guys, I must admit you did a great job.' Piper said approvingly. 'I'm impressed.'

'So am I. Odd how your room isn't this clean Gracie.'

Grace grinned sheepishly, and then Piper frowned.

'Uh, Phoebe, call me delusional, but my tiles weren't white before, where they?'

Phoebe also frowned. 'No. did you guys use bleach or something?'

'Uh yeah, that's it!' Grace said quickly. Her gaze traveled around the room, and she panicked. Uh oh! Wyatt and her had been too busy telling jokes to notice how much cleaning the mops and cloths had done!

'Mommy why is the fridge gray?' Melinda asked.

Wyatt scowled at her - clearly he'd noticed too.

Piper raised an eyebrow. 'Okay. what did you two do to get the paint off my fridge?'

'Uh extra scrubbing?' Grace suggested innocently.

Piper looked around more. 'The countertops. Why are they brown? Why can I see the wood or metal of everything?' She narrowed her eyes and zoomed in on the problem. 'You used magic!'

'It was just a simple cleaning spell!' Wyatt protested. 'We just needed a little more elbow grease, you know?'

'What did you do?' Phoebe said sternly. 'What did your spell say?'

'Uh something about making the mops and cloths come alive and clean.' Grace mumbled.

'Clean is right.' Piper said darkly. 'They cleaned the paint off my kitchen.'

'Oops.' Grace blushed. 'Sorry.'

'That's it.' Phoebe declared. 'Wyatt, Grace! Out of the kitchen! To your rooms! Do anything else and I'm warning you!' Phoebe let out a sigh. 'So how do we fix all this?'

'Maybe we should stay here?' Grace suggested. 'To help you reverse the spell?'

'No way.' Piper shook her head and pointed. 'Out of my kitchen before you wreck it anymore!'