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As Bella cleaned her room, she sang a certain song from one of her favourite movies. As back-up, she had her whistling mechanical birds from Uncle Pentious, made with the finest materials from Heaven.
Making her bed and putting stuff back in her dollhouse (a miniature version of the hotel with dolls of everyone she considered family) was easy. Sorting out her messy closet was harder.
Suddenly, all the clothes and other things in the closet were neatly lined up or folded. Bella turned around and laughed.
“Grandpa!” Bella giggled. “You know I'm supposed to clean my room by myself!”
Lucifer smiled fondly. “Sorry, kiddo, I couldn't resist.”