Kellianne: *coming into the living room and looking around* Has anyone seen Clarisa? She's supposed to help me with something.
Clarisa: *crawling into the living room* I'm coming, Kellianne.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Yinte: Girl, what the shell is wrong with you!
Clarisa: *coughing* I think I got the flu, and my back aches. So, what was I supposed to help you again?
Kellianne: *pushing Clarisa* Never mind! Let's get you back to bed! And I'm going to make chicken soup!
Clarisa: *crying* But I don't like chicken soup!
Kellianne: *going into mother mode* You are going to lie down and get some rest and get better.
Leo: Is she always like this?
Me: When she's sick? Definitely like this. She'll try to weasel her way out of getting rest cause she's wanting to do something.
Donnie: That's gotta be rough.
Clarisa: *running into the room* I think I lost her.
Raph: What are you doing, dork?
Clarisa: *grinning* I 'flu' away from Kellianne.
Me: Did you just do a pun?!
Clarisa: Yes, what's the problem? Was I not 'punny' enough?
Me: Aargh! *walks to the kitchen*
Clarisa: *falling to the floor and curling into the fetal position* The floor is so cold.
Yinte: Child, are you okay?
Clarisa: No, I think my soul just 'flu' somewhere and escaped me.
Yinte: Ha ha ha. But seriously, you should be in bed.
Clarisa: I'm fine. I'm just tired. *yawns*
Mikey: *running in* I'm back, dudes! *looking down* Oh, damn girl. What happened to you?
Donnie: LANGUAGE, MIKEY!
Mikey: Sorry, but she really looks bad.
Sarein: Okay, yes. She does look sick, cause she is!
Clarisa: Bye, y'all. *dissapears*
Leo: She really needs to stop doing that. Now, I gotta look over my shoulder to make sure she doesn't appear behind me.
*banging in the kitchen*
Yinte: Who's doing that in meh kitchen?!
Me: SOMEONE COME HELP ME WITH THIS WOMAN! SHE'S GONNA GET EVEN SICKER LEANING OVER THIS STOVE!
Kellianne: *running through the living room* CLARISA! GET YOUR SICK BEHIND OVER HERE! YOU NEED TO SLEEP!
*Everyone runs inside the kitchen*
Raph: *after seeing what was happening in the kitchen* Ya know what, I don't have time to deal with this shiz. *walks away*
Sarein: WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE TABLE?! GIRL, ARE YOU CRAZY?!
Clarisa: *looking up from the table* What? I'm hungry.
Yinte: THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU GET TO PUT ALL THE FOOD OUT ON THE TABLE!
Me: You guys need to calm down. It's not her fault that she acts pregnant when she's sick.
Clarisa: IamnotpregananantIamjustsick.
Me: Okay, let's go. *grabs Clarisa's arm* I'm dragging you to bed, and you're going to stay there until you're better!
Clarisa: *grumbling* Fine, mother.
Kellianne: *crying* Why doesn't she listen to me?!
Mikey: Does it have anything to do with the fact that the dudette is her sister?
Kellianne: *stops crying* Huh, you have a point there.
Sarein: *rolling her eyes and facepalming* Oh my gosh. I need chocolate. *goes to the fridge* Wait. *looks in the fridge* WHERE THE SHELL IS MY SNICKERS BAR?!
