The planning of a pre-teen (or two)

Both girls must clean their rooms by 9 (30 minutes from now) if they want to have ANY social life this weekend.  One is running up and down the stairs, trying to plan for tomorrow.  The other is playing a flute (she plays trumpet.  Where did the flute come from?) and shouting at a cat from time to time.

I don't care what they choose.  Honestly.  If the rooms are messy at 9 (bed time,) there are no sleep overs, no movie trips, no fun.  If the rooms are clean, let the fun begin.

Let's see what happens.

Oh, and why is Izzy sleeping with a ghost?  That's just creepy.

** Added at bedtime (9:00)

Both rooms are cleaner than they've been in a while, although not perfect.  They ran the vacuum, though, so all of the figurative crap is off the floors.  If they wake up with their alarms in the morning, and I don't get a boat-load of crap about getting ready, the weekend plans are on.