One day, after Finny had successfully uprooted all the flowers in the process of weeding the garden, Sebastian decided it would be a good idea to get the useless servants out of the house. So he sent them all to the market with a specific item to find. And they couldn't return until they brought it back.

Little did they know that he made their tasks near impossible to complete on purpose.

Finny was assigned to find a vertically stripped shirt. Now, at this time in England they were just becoming all the rage. But they were still exceedingly difficult to find. Finny knew the young master would enjoy one of his very own, but the only place he had ever seen it was at the circus that had just arrived in town. So that was the first place he checked.

When he arrived, he was greeted by a tall young man with bright reddish-orange hair and a skeleton hand.

"The show doesn't start for another couple of hours, kiddo. Sorry" He told Finny.

"I'm not here for the show," Finny replied, slightly offended for being mistaken as a child. "I need to ask whoever's in charge about the wardrobe here.....please?"

"Oh, well you've run into the right guy! Come on back to our costume tent and I can tell you about whatever you want to know."

Finny forgot about his slight animosity towards the strange man in front of him, and didn't hesitate to follow behind him to the tent.

"This is where we keep everyone's show clothes. What is it you needed to know?" The man asked, holding open the tent flap so Finny could walk in.

"Well Mr.....Err....Ummmm....?"

"Oh right! Where are my manners. People call me Joker. Nice to meet you....?"

"Finny. Right, well my boss wants me to find a vertically striped shirt for out master. I know you have a lot of those. Do you know where I could get one?"

"Hmmm. Well, here's the problem. We have all our clothes custom made for us by a tailor from Indonesia. I could get you one, but it might cost a little extra..."

"Oh, price isn't an issue!" Finny said, completely misunderstanding Joker's naughty undertones. "Just name your price!"

A ferrel grin spread across Joker's face as he slowly took a step towards the naive and innocent Finny.

"Well..." He said, pausing to gently stroke Finny's cheek. "Surprise me."

Finny blinked once. Then twice. Then quickly pulled out a bag of money and placed it in the Joker's hand along with a bar of Phantomhive chocolate.

"Here you go!" He said happily, patting the stunned Joker on his shoulder. "Thanks for all your help!"

And so, without further ado, he snatched the rare and elusive vertically stripped shirt from it's hanger and skipped out the door leaving a stupefied Joker staring after him with his jaw to the floor.