A/N: Hey peeps! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I don't own SWAC or Clean House.

SPOV

Just as both of us were sleeping happily at 6:30 a.m., someone knocked on our door.

"Sonny, get it," Chad groaned.

"You get it. It's your turn," I groggily said.

"Fine, I'll get it," he said, slowly climbing out of his bed. I sat up in my bed, rubbed my eyes, and climbed out of bed as well. Chad unlocked and opened the door, and Trish was standing there with a business suit, and a poodle skirt.

"Hey, y'all, sorry I woke you," Trish apologized. She walked in, and I noticed she was wearing the same thing, except the skirt was green.

"No, not at all," Chad said sarcastically. "What are the costumes for?"

"They're outfits for our themed yard sale," Trish explained.

"A themed yard sale?" Chad asked, confused. "And you didn't bother to tell me about it?"

"No, I forgot, excuse me," I shot back sarcastically.

"Uh, can you guys just get ready for the yard sale? We're running short on time," Trish said.

"Okay," Chad and I said simultaneously. Trish left the room, leaving us to change. I changed in the bedroom, and Chad went in the bathroom to change. About fifteen minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom with his hair slicked back with gel, and was wearing the suit. But I was already changed into the blue poodle skirt and saddle shoes.

"Lookin' good, Munroe. Even though you're wearing an outdated outfit," he complimented strangely. I also pulled my hair back.

"Hey, you're wearing an outdated outfit too, you know," I said. "But you make it work."

"I know I do," he said cockily. "Let's get going; we're going to be late."

"Okay," I replied, and we left our room to go to the yard sale. We met Trish in the lobby and she drove us to the location of the yard sale, which was a liquidated old furniture store.

"What are we doing here?" Chad asked.

"This is the location of the yard sale," Trish replied. We walked to the front door, and you could see inside there were tables full of the Morgans' old items. The PA handed me a script, and, of course, it was one sheet. I read over it, handed it back to the PA, and we took our places. The line of people looked like it stretched halfway around the 4220 sq. ft building. That was almost a thousand people.

"We shoot in 5, 4, 3, 2." Then the camera man pointed to me.

"Well, it's yard sale day, and the line around the building is spectacular. There are an estimated 1,000 people here, and the mayor is here also! How does it feel to have the messiest home in the country in Union City?" I asked.

"It feels great, and now we're naming this day Clean House Day here in Union City, New Jersey," he replied. He cut the ribbon, and it was officially time for the yard sale. Everyone rushed inside, and started buying the items they first saw. I walked over to the furniture section, which drew only about three people. I could see Mark was trying to make a deal with a tall, blonde woman.

"Hey, Mark. What'cha doing?" I asked curiously.

"Well, I'm trying to sell Francis's stereo for two hundred, and she only willing to pay seventy five," Mark explained.

"It looks old and used," the woman said.

"Well, ma'am, this was buried in clutter, which is why it looks that way. This stereo is brand new; it was bought just last year," I said. "It hasn't even been used."

"So, I'll meet you in the middle here; one hundred dollars," Mark debated.

"Okay, now we have a deal," the woman said.

"Great, just hand this to the cashier up by the doors, and have a great day," Mark said, and the woman walked off. I called everyone for a little meeting behind the clothes rack.

"Okay, I'm just going to get straight to the point; how much money do we need?" I asked.

"You're not going to like it," he said. "Forty-five hundred dollars."

"Oh, and I need two hundred for the new shelves in Francis and Rhonda's closet," Trish interrupted.

"And I'm probably going to need three hundred for remodeling the bathroom," Chad said. "Even though I'm not looking forward to it."

"Are you kidding? Five thousand dollars?" I whisper-yelled. We just went back to our sections of the store and kept selling until one o'clock, which was when the yard sale was over. We loaded the stuff on a charity truck, and I gathered everyone, including the family.

"Okay, guys, that was an exhilarating yard sale," I said.

"I'm starting to get hot in this suit," Chad complained. I just ignored him.

"So, how much money did we make?" little Myra asked.

"Well, we'd have to look at Trish for this. Trish, how much did we make?" I asked.

"Well, we made," Trish paused.

Ha! I left you on a cliffie! I'll be updating soon. Bye!