"Nooooo!" Came the whining tone.

"You." I started." Are children. You are supposed to have practically unlimited energy. I am a teenager. I need Sleep. If I have the energy to get up. Then so. Do. YOU!"

I pulled on Beckett's leg, prying him from the mattress.

"Simpleton!"

I could hear Myles giggle.

"You up to, Myles."

"Nope."

"Myles Alexander fowl, I'm giving you until the count of three-"

He was out of the room like a shot.

"But I am TIERD!"

"And your going to be late as well if you don't get a move on!" Beckett landed on the floor with a splat. How did mother and father do this everyday for the past six years?

Ah. Only higher powers would know.

Which was why I agreed to be the legal guardian for the last week of school, and then up to Christmas Eve, when there arrival was due.

Ah. Two weeks left. After today that was.

Lightbulb!

"You don't want to be late for the last day of school... You wouldn't want to make up the time in detention, would you?"

Eyes widened as adrenaline ran through his system.

He was dressed in a flash and at the kitchen table in less. Down the hall I strid, towards the kitchen. I slid down the banister and pushed the kitchen doors open.

"Myles! Get the radioactive material OFF THE KITCHEN TABLE! Beckett GET A SHIRT ON! NOOOO!" They used me as a hanging post.

It was official. I was never having children. But it wasn't a huge possibility because...

"Simpleton! Simpleton! Simpleton! Time for breakfast!"

I shoved a box of 'frosted flakes' towards my kin. They inhaled it eagerly.

"I'm ready!"

" are you positive you don't want to... Clean up more, Beckett. I could lend you some hair gel..."

"POSITIVE!"

" I'll be ready in two."

I sighed. They really didn't know how important your image was. But, alas. They were raised different. So arum est poates was not engrained into there memory for good. Children, not businessmen.

I walked to the front door. My strides sounding in the cold air. With a home as extensive as my own. It was hard to heat. Over the years I have gotten sick if the cold, which is why a new automatic heating system blueprint powerful enough for the Manor, was sitting on my desk.

I husked my trench coat off of the coat hanger, and threw it over my thin shoulders. I did up the buckles and flicked the collar to a more dramatic angle. I pulled knee high winter boots over my leggings. Instead of my usual slacks, I donned for legging in the winter. Easier with the boots and warmer on my skin. I was dressed in a navy dress shirt, with a white tie. Hair gelled, not as much, because of the cold air, especially outside.

I pulled on a red beanie. Not my favourite style. But better than the alternative.

" letsgoletsgoletsgoletsgo! LAST DAY!" Beckett jumped beside me. Zipping his jacket.

"Patience."

I said, pulling on his toque.

The winter-dressed Myles appeared beside us.

"Ready boys?"

They cheered. I grabbed the keys. I wonder how my parents and the butlers are...

BUTLER POV

I would rather be facing a team of marines. By far. My arms may be massive, but they can only hold so many shopping bags.

"Oh! They have a lulu lemon here! We HAVE to stop!"

I mentally slapped my sister.

"They have a lulu lemon!?" squealed.

I heard a groan "women." I turned to see a forlorn .

"I agree with you on that." I agreed full heartedly.

"I would imagine. Your arms are stuffed with shopping bags from bikinis to winter coats."

I chuckled.

" I hope the boys are okay." The fowl father sighed.

"They are."

"how do you know?" He asked, exasperated.

" the most important thing I have ever learned. always trust artemis. He always has a plan. That plan will always work. And artemis has been more than Capable than looking after the twins for a long time."

"So, trust the plan,Trust the boy?"

"Yes."

Over and out

SWDBRNNO2