Disclaimer: I don't own Jessie. One mischievous December morning at the Ross family household, Bertram was doing something astray from his usual ritual - being friendly and helpful. Zuri giggled as the butler politely refilled her glass of eggnog. It was so funny to see Bertram actually doing his job! "Bertram, may I have another pancake, please?" Emma requested smoothly. "Of course, miss." Within 10 seconds, Bertram slipped a flapjack on Emma's plate. She snickered, clasping her hand over her lips. Bertram was hilarious when Mom and Dad were home! "Would anyone else care for another pancake?" Bertram offered, charming everyone with his refined mannerisms. That is, everyone except the children. Luke and Ravi's hands shot into the air. The boys glanced at each other with a grin. "Here you are, my fine sirs." Smiling cordially, Bertram placed pancakes on their plates. The boys chuckled. The girls giggled. "What is going on this morning?" wondered Christina, observing the children's laughter. Morgan pinched Zuri's gleeful cheeks. "Looks like our little rascals have a bad case of the giggles!" "What's so funny, guys?" Jessie said uncomfortably. She knew exactly what the fuss was about. "Bertram..." Zuri muttered, soft enough so her parents couldn't hear, but Bertram could. "Scamps," Bertram chuckled, hiding his frustration with a chipper smile. "Bertram, would you mind passing me the syrup?" Christina asked. "But it's... so far away..." murmured Luke, reaching for the bottle. The kids burst into laughter. Bertram shot an angry scowl at the kids (behind his bosses' backs, of course) as he picked up the syrup. His frown became an instant smile as he poured Christina some syrup. "There you go, ma'am." "You know it takes seventeen muscles to smile," Emma said. "I hope you didn't pull one of those muscles with that grin!" Through the children's laughter, Morgan requested, "Hey Bertram, how about some more eggs, when you get the chance?" "Yes, of course, sir." Bertram walked over to the pan and began to crack eggs. "Don't worry Bertram, your hand can take a nice, long nap when you're done," Zuri assured him sarcastically. Jessie, although she agreed with the jokes, had had enough. "Okay, off to school." Jessie set down her cup of coffee and led the kids to the elevator. "Have a great day, kids!" Jessie sent them on their way. As soon as they were loaded into the elevator, Jessie walked back into the kitchen. "You know," commented Christina, "I always feel like something fishy's going on." "Yeah," agreed Morgan, sniffing. "Bertram, did the salmon go bad?" Christina rolled her eyes. Bertram shrugged. "I guess your little angels just have a good sense of humor," he chuckled difficultly. "Yeah, I guess so." Morgan walked out, and Christina followed. That afternoon, Bertram became worn out from serving the Ross family. Not only was he exasperated from the children's obnoxious mocking, but he was thoroughly exhausted from acting - well, cooperative. "Yes, of course, madame, I will gladly vacuum the upstairs, " Bertram had told Christina just a few moments ago. But as he reached the top of the stairs, his fine position slumped into a sloppy posture. Instead of retrieving the vacuum cleaner from the closet like he promised, Bertram headed straight to his bedroom. Locking the door behind him, he collapsed in his recliner, instantly falling into a slumber, without a care in the world what the future had in store for him. Quietly sipping her tea, Christina sat peacefully in the kitchen. Morgan had gone off to work in the bedroom, Jessie was in the screening room, and the kids were at school, so unusually, things were hushed in the Ross home. Little did Christina know, the children returned home in a jiffy. Ding! The kids entered the living room, immediately darting upstairs to their bedrooms. But as Luke passed Bertram's door, he stopped. Usually the one to stir up trouble, Luke laughed. "Hey, guys! Check it out!" he muttered, signaling his siblings to come. "Listen," Luke said as his brother and sisters put their ears up to the butler's door. Zuri snickered. "Bertram's snoring." Emma was bored, until she noticed Luke starting to open the door. She gasped. "Siblings, please do not disturb Bertram in his slumber! I do believe he has endured enough of our harassment," Ravi stuttered, moving in front of Luke. "Aw, man up, Ravi!" Zuri slapped his older brother's back. "You big baby." Ravi sighed. "Do not say I did not warn you." Luke was the first to tiptoe into the room. Zuri snuck in next, Emma quietly followed, but Ravi obediently stayed outside the door, refusing to go in. Zuri stifled a giggle as Luke grabbed a feather duster mounted on the wall and tickled Bertram's nose. The butler snorted, adjusting himself in his chair. Luke laid the feather duster on Bertram's chest and searched for another way to disturb the butler. Bertram began to pet the feather duster, pick it up and dusted imaginary furniture in his sleep. The kids couldn't help but burst into laughter. Bertram was being hilarious! "Uh-oh!" exclaimed Ravi. Click, click, click. The sound of Christina's heels clicking up the stairs increased. "I told you guys not to disturb Bertram!" scolded Ravi, peeking into the bedroom. "Huh," the kids heard their mother say. "I thought I told Bertram to vacuum." Christina entered Bertram's room. "Now, what is so funny?" She looked around. "And what are you rascals doing in here?" "I-um, we-uh..." the kids stammered. "I am sorry, Mrs. Mommy." Ravi shook his head. "I tried to tell them." Christina ruffled Ravi's hair. "It's alright, you guys, but don't do it again." The kids scattered off to their bedrooms. "Tsk, tsk." Christina closed the door behind her and traveled to her bedroom. "Oh, hi, honey." Morgan closed his computer and twirled around his swivel chair. "What's up?" "I just caught Bertram sleeping." Christina raised her eyebrows, suspicious. "He didn't vacuum the upstairs like I asked him." "Oh, babe, give the old man a break," Morgan curled a lock of hair around his wife's ear. "It's not like him to slack off like that," Christina continued. "He's always so attentive." "Honey, he's probably worn out from serving this rowdy family." Christina sighed. "I guess you're right," she said, but she was still very suspicious.