This looks fun. May I join in? Cera's family has not been accounted for yet, so I'll play them.
Meanwhile, Mr. Threehorn was getting irritable 'cuz he, Tria, and Tricia would almost certainly be late.
"Can we get going now, Tria?" Mr. Threehorn grumbled. Tria was looking at an odd, rectangular-shaped object that showed her image to herself. Tricia was still sleeping.
"Just a minute, poopsy poo," she cooed.
I HATE that pet name, he thought to himself before he looked at Tricia. "What the?! Tricia's not even up yet! Hurry it up, Tria!"
"All finished," Tria said in a cheerful manner.
"What is it with you females anyway?!" Mr. Threehorn continued, waking up Tricia in the process. Tricia, who had been spooked, began to cry.
"Oh, Tricia. I'm sorry, little one," he said as he tried to calm Tricia. She only cried louder.
"Oh, now look what you've done! First of all, Topsy Threehorn, I will NOT be spoken to in that tone of voice! Secondly, don't act like a sour treesweet this morning! I don't need it!" Tria scolded before she began to comfort Tricia.
We are so gonna be late, thought Mr. Threehorn.