Last time you got broken in on, I asked him about it. Told him that all three of you are stubborn as hell and kick like mules, mind you, which just made him laugh –
I'm pretty sure his car's been lent to someone else, so if you don't care about having yours in the driveway instead, you could keep the furniture in the garage for a while.
And I'm heading over there, to your place, now, with a key, and I'm going to be there at least until your mom shows up.
At the very least, though, I want you to pack up some stuff for you and Prim, to come stay with me for a little while. It won't be any worse than me spending the night with you guys.