Prologue
“Ahhhhh! Who stole my blow dryer!?”
Srwooooo!
“What. Who is using it? Mary! How dare you! You have your own hair dryer, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Mary replied.
“Then why don’t you use it?”
“Maybe I don’t want to!” Mary blurted out.
“Yodala yodala yodala hee hoo!”
“Molly!”
“What? I am just yodeling,” Molly hissed.
“Living with you guys is so difficult!” Hope complained.
“Living with you is difficult!” Molly yelled back.
“No, living with you is difficult!” Mary cried.
“Why cant you just get along?” said mom.
“Mabye because we are triplets and triplets don’t get along very well,” Molly replied.
“Well, you should learn to get along. I am sick of you all complaining every day, you guys,” Dad proclaimed.
“Fine! If you are sick of us, then I will go and lock my self in my room til lunch!” Mary affirmed.
“Be my guest! Hope yelled at her.
“No no no, none of you are locking your self in a room! You all are going to go read in your room. No yodeling, no doing your hair, and no, no, no yelling at each other,” mom added.
“Fine! You now what, I don’t want to see any of you ever again!” Mary said.
“Now go to your rooms!” Dad howled.
Clik, bang, clash.
“Finally, they are in their rooms and we have peace and quiet,” mom exhaled.
Tap, tap, tap.
Come to my room, Molly texted her sisters.
“Ok, you you wanted us and we came. So what do you want?”
