Lola learns the way

>Lana's mud ball was perfectly formed, an impeccable sphere of sludge, grime, muck, and assorted soiling materials.
>The target she painted on the fence (also in mud) would have made a glorious mess all over the backyard if she hit the bullseye.
>Too bad the actual target was Lori's phone.
>With the cool, calm, and collected demeanor of a sniper on the battlefield, Lana entered a quasi-baseball stance, and let loose.
>The ball ripped Lori's phone straight from her hands, bounced on the grass, and slammed into the fence.
>"LANAAAAAAAAAAA!"
>The video recording began to shake all over the place as Lana began to run away, laughing all the while.
>Lana, being bedridden with innumerable injuries, laughed at her new phone.
>This was worth the black eyes she had.
>Lola was less than happy.
>It was 10 pm!
>There were important playdates and tea parties she had to attend tomorrow!
>And Lana wouldn't shut up and go. to. sleep!
>Lola decided that she had enough.
>Slowly sneaking out of bed, Lola began to creep her way downstairs and outside.
>In the backyard, Lana's mudpit lay dormant.
>A clean, manicured hand scrunched up an amateurish ball of mud.
>Lola stole her way back upstairs.
>Not caring how loud she was, Lola ran her way back into her room.
>"Go to sleep, Lana!"
>Lola threw her hastily-formed mudball at Lana.
Spwork.
>Lana's face was covered in her favorite material that wasn't used to burn things.
>"Hey! What's your problem, you jerk!"
>Lana grabbed a handful from her hidden mud bucket and threw it at Lola.
Splerk.
>Lola's brand-new pajamas were covered in... oh god.
>Lola's brain couldn't even comprehend it.
>All that remained was undiluted rage as she tackled Lana and the two began to wrestle.
>Lynn Sr. turned on the light.
>The entire room was covered in mud, grime, and slime.
>Half-blinded by the brightness of the light, Lynn Sr. sighed.
>But underneath the horrible mess was a beaming Lana and a not-as-angry Lola.
>"Dad! Lola's finally seen the way!"