A/N well, this fic is being updated because I told Lou to pick a number between 1 and 10 and she picked 8 and this one is number 8. lol.
Disclaimer: Leccaren me alteritiva bellito icone gobba mentale (leave me alone before I go mental)
"Hello and welcome back to I'm in charge. (Drops Frank and Joe from ceiling) Today Frank and Joe will be cleaning my room."
"I don't even clean my own room!"
"Yeah I clean his room and I am not cleaning three rooms."
"Then stop cleaning yours. My mom is mad because the mess in my room goes up to my knees." (This is a true fact)
"Why don't you clean it then?"
"I have not cleaned my room in the entire time I have lived in that house and I do not intend to start now, plus I already have to clean my bedrooms at my Dad's and Grandma's house why would I want to clean a third one! Especially not the messiest one."
"So we should have to clean it for you!"
"Yes, I'm glad we understand each other now."
"I was being sarcastic." Frank said.
"I wasn't."
"I am not cleaning your room."
"Yes, you are."
"No."
"Pulire mi staza!"
"What?"
"Clean my room."
"No."
"Yes. Whatever lets go to my house. (Claps hands and they appear in her bedroom.) Okay start cleaning." (Climbs onto top bunk bed and looks at boys expectantly.)
"We're not cleaning your room."
"Yes you are. (Writes Frank and Joe clean room) The middle shelf in the right closet is mine, the top one is my older sister's and the bottom one is my little sister's. Nice clothes go in the left closet, and pajama's go in the dresser."
"Huh?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself now get to work."
"Fine. (Picks up clothes off the floor.) Whose is this?" (holds up jean skirt)
"That one is mine and so is the darker blue jean skirt on the floor by the bathroom."
"Okay."
"Geez how much firkin clothes do you have!"
"Do you think I count!"
'I guess not.'
"Besides some are my sisters. Oh the stuffed animals go on the beds."
"How should we know which stuffed animals are whose!"
"You should guess and hope you get it right, because if you don't I'm going to make you watch every episode of General Hospital ever made in the entire forty three years it's been on, and its on five days a week."
"No! Anything but that!"
"Then get to work. Wait one of you go get my cell phone."
"Where is it?"
"In my purse. Duh."
"Which one?"
"The pink one."
"Most of these purses' are pink."
"Your point is?"
"How am I supposed to know which one it's in?"
"The one that totally clashes with my blue skirt because of all the patterns. Duh."
"Okay then."
"It's in the kitchen."
"oh okay." (gets purse)
"Thanks now I can call Michelle."
'Who's Michelle?"
"My best friend."
"Oh."
"Get over here and help me clean."
"Fine."
"Hi, Mich! Mmmhmm. Yeah I know school starts in seven days how sucky is that? What are you doing? Oh cool, I'm cleaning my room sort of."
"You mean we're cleaning your room."
"Shut up. Not you Mich. We have to do something before school starts. Yeah but not this weekend, 'Kay, Mich I've got to go though. 'Kay, bye. Are you done yet!"
"Have you seen this room it would take like a week to clean this!"
"Then get to work while I play Ms. Pacman. I never got why she was Ms. Pacman because if she's dating Mr. Pacman wouldn't she have a different last name? And if they were married wouldn't she be Mrs. Pacman?"
"Yeah I always wondered that too."
"NO!"
"What happened!"
"I died!"
"That sucks."
"Yeah."
"Get to work."
Six hours and seven garbage bags later…
"We're done!"
"Okay cool just in time to end the show. Good bye and see you next time on I'm in Charge we're we will be doing something that will undoubtedly annoy the hell out of Frank and/or Joe."
"HEY!"
"Hey what?"
"What! You just said you're going to spend the show annoying us."
"Well that is the point of the show."
"It is."
"Yeah."
"Well that does make sense considering what she forces us to do on every show."
