Bite-Sized Ficlet, Double Feature: Tooth Fairy's Spat

>Lana and Lola both lose their first tooth.
>After a talk with mom and dad about the tooth fairy and the money she gives them, they send the twins to bed.
>Late at night, as everyone else sleeps, the twins included, mom and dad slip into their room.
>"Lynn, no," Rita whispers, glancing nervously at a watching Cliff. "That's way too much."
>Lynn just scoffs, deftly swapping out the incisor in Lola's pillow for the bill.
>"Oh, come on honey, it'll be funny," he whispers back, tip-toeing to Lana's bed to repeat the process.
>"Just trust me."
>The deed done, the two parents creep back out into the hallway.
>Rita pauses just before closing the door, taking a second to peek on her children before following her husband to bed.
>Six hours later, just as the sun starts to peek over the horizon, a pair of hysterical, giddy screams rock through the house.
>A string of tired groans rolls down the hallway shortly after.
>"See, honey," Lynn grumbles, blinking the sand out of his eyes.
>In no way enjoying this.
>"It's funny."
>Rita simply rolls over, refusing to answer her husband.
>As the house struggles to ignore the two of them, Lola and Lana continue to spazz right the Hell out.
>"TWENTY DOLLARS!" Lola shrieks, bouncing on her bed like a coked-out spider monkey.
>"WE'RE RICH!" Lana hollers, yanking Charles out of her bed and dancing with the poor, tired Charles.
>"Wait!" Lola suddenly yells, dashing over to her twin.
>"Lana, think for a second," she whispers, narrowing her eyes into scheming slivers.
>"If just one lost tooth got us twenty bucks..." she continues, leaving the sentence hanging for effect.
>Lana's eyebrows slowly raise, as the implications of her sister's insinuations and smug, haughty grin dawn on her.
>Soon, her own lips mirror Lola's.
>She understands.
>"We'll be rich!" Lana whispers back, practically vibrating on her bed.
>"Really rich," Lola nods sagely, pausing to yawn loudly.
>Thankfully, they quiet down after that, and the rest of the house settles for a few more hours of sleep.

>Lincoln spends his morning on the couch, watching TV.
>When lunchtime rolls around, he hops off of it, heading towards the kitchen.
>"Hi dad," he says as he passes his father at the dining room table.
>Dad just grunts, tapping at the calculator and scribbling notes on his grocery list.
>"What was up with Lola and Lana this morning?" he asks, padding towards the fridge.
>"...No clue," Dad replies evenly, staring at the misspelled ingredient.
>Opening the door, he pulls out the necessary pieces to make a nice omelet.
>Closing it, he dumps his meal on the counter, grabbing the pa-
>Then he glances out the kitchen window.
>"Uh, dad?" Lincoln asks.
>Dad groans, putting down the pencil.
>"Lincoln, I need to work on this grocery list," he grumbles, rubbing his tired eyes.
>"Why are Lola and Lana tied to the tree?" >Dad pinches the bridge of his nose.
>"They're just playing, Lincoln,"
>"What about Lynn?"
>"What abo-"
>Then with a groan, he gets up, walks into the kitchen and leans over the counter, looking out the window.
>What's she doing with her bat?
>"What are they doing?" Lincoln asks.
>Yeah.
>Dad opens the window, leaning closer so he could listen.
>"....ot going to get into trouble?" Lynn asks, bouncing her bat in her palm.
>"You'll be fine," Lola answers, "they'll grow back."
>"And I get a cut, right?"
>"A small cut!" Lana snaps, glaring over Lola at their big sister. "Now come on!"
>"Oh shit," dad hisses, growing a cold sweat.
>"What's going on?" mom asks, walking into the kitchen.
>"You sure?" Lynn asks.
>"Yes we're sure!" Lola yells, "Now hit us!"
>"Oh shit!" dad yells.
>"Lynn!" mom snaps.
>Ignoring his wife, dad bolts to the back door, throwing it open as mom walks over to the window.
>"What's going on?!' she shouts through the window.
>"IT'S STILL FUNNY!" dad screams back, sprinting across the lawn. "LYNN JR! YOU PUT THAT DOWN THIS INSTANT, YOUNG LADY!"