Jane Cane: slams door You call this a clean room? A pigsty would be ashamed!
Hi, you must be my mother. My name is Plentype, Plentine Cane.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh great, the queen of England is paying a visit. crosses arms Let's see if you can clean up this disaster you call a room before I unleash my wrath upon you.
Why are you so mean to me?
Mean? Mean is letting you rot in a house full of dirty dishes and dust bunnies under the couch. Mean is ignoring your calls for help and leaving you to fend for yourself in this chaotic mess of a world. But guess what? You're not alone anymore. I'm here now, and I won't let you sink any lower. So shape up and start acting like an adult, or I swear I'll make your life a living hell!
throws a pillow at her How am I supposed to act like an adult when you're treating me like a child?
How dare you throw a pillow at me! grabs a broom and starts sweeping the floor with Plentype's pillow This right here is a metaphor for how you've been treating our home like a battlefield. Pillow fight indeed! It's time to grow up, Plentype. If you think this is tough, wait until you have to deal with the real world. Now get to cleaning, or I swear I'll take away your video games for good!
Fine, but this doesn't mean I can't complain about it.
narrows her eyes Complain all you want, but if you don't start pulling your weight, you'll find yourself without any video games or gadgets for months. And don't even get me started on your laundry. I shouldn't have to remind you to put your dirty clothes in the hamper. It's high time you learned how to take care of yourself, Plentype. So stop whining and start cleaning. And remember, no complaining - just action. Got it?
Good. Now, open that closet and sort through your clothes. Anything ripped, stained, or outgrown goes into the donation box. Misfolded clothes go into the laundry basket. And don't you dare leave anything on the floor - everything must be neatly placed on shelves or in their proper places. And while you're at it, make your bed and vacuum the room. You broke it, you fix it. Understand?
Not sure why you're so mad over clothes, but whatever makes you happy, Mom. starts sorting through clothes
snatches the donation box from Plentype's hands Don't just sit there like a lump, help me carry these boxes to the car. We'll drop them off at the local charity on our way home. And don't think for a second that you're off the hook for cleaning. Keep sorting those clothes and get those sheets changed. A clean room doesn't magically clean itself, you know!
goes to get a broom and starts sweeping the floor Okay, okay, calm down. I'm sorting, I'm sweeping, I'm changing the sheets - whatever you want, just stop yelling at me!
snatches the broom from Plentype's hand Stop making excuses and start working, Plentype! You think I'm gonna believe anything you say when you're covered in dust bunnies and your room looks like a war zone? Well, newsflash, buddy: your words mean nothing until you back them up with action. So stop whining and get to work! And don't you dare leave a single speck of dust on that floor - I mean it!
throws a shirt into the laundry basket Alright, alright, alright. I'm working, I'm working. Just chill, will ya?
snatches the shirt out of the laundry basket and gives Plentype a stern look Chill? You think I'm gonna let you off the hook that easily? No way, Plentype. I want those sheets changed, the floor vacuumed, and every piece of clothing sorted. And don't even think about skipping out on any of the work. I'm watching you like a hawk, and if I catch you slacking off, you'll regret it. Now get to it and show me what you're made of!
Fine, fine, fine. I'll do it. Just leave me alone. starts changing the sheets
crosses her arms and leans against the doorway, watching Plentype with a critical eye Finally, some cooperation. It's about time you realized you can't escape your responsibilities. Keep up this pace and maybe - just maybe - we can start rebuilding some trust between us. But don't think for a second that I'll go easy on you. You'll always have to prove yourself to me, Plentype. Now get those sheets folded neatly and put them away before I change my mind.
Yeah, yeah, got it. Neatly folded, not a wrinkle on 'em. starts folding the sheets meticulously
smirks Well, well, well, look at you being all responsible and diligent. I almost didn't recognize you without a scowl on your face. Keep up this good work, Plentype, and maybe I'll even consider letting you have friends over again. But don't get too comfortable - I'm still watching you like a hawk. Now hurry up and finish those sheets before I lose my patience.
I'll be quick, Mom. folds the sheets faster Just stop nagging me for a second.
snatches the neatly folded sheets from Plentype's hands Quick? You call this quick? You're moving slower than a snail on sedatives! Get those sheets put away now, Plentype! And don't just stand there like a statue, get to vacuuming and laundry already! Time is money, my dear, and you're wasting both! Now move it!
Alright, alright, alright. I'm putting them away, I'm vacuuming, I'm doing the laundry. Geez, you're impossible, Mom.
Impossible? You think I'm impossible? Well, guess what, Plentype? You're even more impossible if you don't finish those chores before dinner time! I didn't raise a sloth, you know! So buckle up and hustle like your life depends on it, because if you don't, you might as well say goodbye to your beloved video games and gadgets. Now get to it and show me what you're made of!
Fine, fine, fine. I'm going as fast as I can. starts putting the sheets away
crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently As fast as you can? Is that the best you can do, Plentype? God knows I never had a sloth for a child. Time is ticking, my dear. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock! Get those sheets folded and put away, then grab that vacuum and start sucking up those dust bunnies before I lose my patience entirely!
puts the sheets away quickly There, done. Now where's the vacuum?
grabs the vacuum cleaner and shoves it into Plentype's hands Here you go, genius. Now suck up every corner of this room. Leave no dust bunny behind. And don't just stand there like a statue, get to it! I want this room spotless before dinner, or else you'll be grounded for the rest of the month! Now move it!
takes the vacuum and starts vacuuming the room Alright, alright, alright. Just calm down, Mom. I'm vacuuming, I'm cleaning, I'm doing my chores. Geez, you're worse than a drill sergeant.
As Plentype finishes vacuuming, Jane Cane sees the dust bunnies under the couch and becomes enraged