Not too long after Mandy and Robyn escaped, Aunt Figg had telephoned the police. She pretended to weep in distress in front of a patrolman.

"Oh, my poor little Robyn and Mandy!" exclaimed Aunt Figg. "Find them, Officer, please! The poor children!" She continued to "weep".

The patrol man tried to comfort her. "There, there, Miss Figg. We'll find the little girls, I promise you," he assured. "I'll call for a status report, right now." He walked out of the room to do so.

"Oh, please! Please!" Aunt Figg hastily agreed, and followed the patrolman to the living room doors. "I don't know how I'll live without them!" She sobbed.

As the patrolman left to find the girls, Aunt Figg slowly closed the doors and stopped crying.

"You won't be able to live without them, Pristine," a voice came in the living room.

Aunt Figg angrily turned back into the room. "Shut up, Lickboot, you hoodoo!"

Near the fireplace, pouring himself some tea, was her lawyer Lickboot. "But it's true, Pristine," he simply told her. "Without Robyn and Mandy, Daddy Starling's trust fund money will go bye-bye-bye. And you'll be out in the cold, cold, cold."

Aunt Figg approached him. "And you with me, Lickboot. Now stop talking! You're a lawyer. Scheme!" She scowled, putting a finger to her temple.

Under one of the tables, was Ferdinand on his skateboard, snickering. He stopped, once he looked up to find his mistress glaring at him.

"You find this amusing, Ferdy, you fat freeloader? You're the one who let them get away!" Aunt Figg scolded her dog.

Ferdinand simply muttered, mentioning the word "eating" while pointing to his teeth.

Aunt Figg rolled her eyes. "I know you were eating. You're always eating." Then, she noticed a plate of cupcakes on the table, and picked one up. "You want this cupcake?"

Ferdinand beamed enthusiastically, and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" His grin vanished as Aunt Figg threw it.

"Fetch!"

Ferdinand used his skateboard to roll after the direction the cupcake was headed. He stood up on two feet, and the cupcake landed right into his open mouth. He licked his lips and rubbed his tummy once he swallowed. However, Ferdinand was distracted from his direction, and obliviously crashed into a large piece of furniture. The dizzy overweight dog rolled his eyes and grumbled.

"Just pray the police find them, Pristine," said Lickboot. He put his teacup down, and got up from his chair. "Or we're doomed to return to the ranks of the peasantry."

Aunt Figg gasped in shock.

Ferdinand groaned with the same expression.

Lickboot continued. "And you better hope this rumor that dashing Daddy Starling may have survived the avalanche is just a rumor. Or we'll be worse than ordinary." He gave a look of worry. "We'll be-"

"Don't say it!" Aunt Figg shook her head.

"Poor!" Lickboot finished.

"Penniless!" Aunt Figg added.

"Bankrupt!"

"No more m-money?!"

Lickboot gave a very sinister grin. "We've got to have... money!"

Aunt Figg put her hands on her head and paced with worry. But then, an evil smile spread across her face.

"(Money is Such) A Beautiful Word"

(Aunt Figg)
"Money is such a beautiful word,"

(Lickboot)
"I know, I know,"

(Aunt Figg)
"It soars in my mind like a beautiful bird,"

(Lickboot)
"I know, I know,"

(Aunt Figg)
"Better than that,
It makes me feel like an aristocrat,
That's where it's at,
Money is such a beautiful word,"

(Lickboot)
"Quite so, quite so, quite so,"

(Aunt Figg)
"Money is such a wonderful thing,"

(Lickboot)
"Ah yes, ah yes,"

(Aunt Figg)
"I find that I use it for everything,"

(Lickboot)
"No less, no less,"

(Aunt Figg)
"Money is power,
If it were food, it's a dish I'd devour,
Every hour!
Money is such a beautiful word,"

(Lickboot)
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,"

(Aunt Figg)
"Money's my passion,
Always in fashion,
Stashin', cash, cream of the cream,
That is my dream,"

(Lickboot)
"Money is a glorious thing,
When I see lots of it,
I want to stand up and sing!"

(Aunt Figg)
"Money's my favourite,
That's why I crave it,
Even a rich, wicked old witch,
Ha, why should I switch?"

(Lickboot)
"Money's the love of my life,
The only true love in my life,"

(Aunt Figg)
"Money for me, is all that there is,"

(Lickboot)
"It is, it is,"

(Aunt Figg)
"I spend it so well,
I'm the best in the biz,"

(Lickboot)
"A wiz, a wiz,"

(Aunt Figg)
"Money and I,
We are as happy as apple and pie,
Haven't you heard?
Money is such a beautiful word,
Money they say is evil as Satan and probably worse,"

(Lickboot)
"It is,"

(Aunt Figg)
"A dreadful and wonderful curse,"

(Lickboot)
"It is,"

(Aunt Figg)
"A pleasure to have in my purse,"

(Lickboot)
"It is, it is,"

(Both)
"Money is the... most beautiful word."

Some time after, the doorbell rang.

Aunt Figg went up to the front door, and straightened herself out before answering it.

The patrolman was on the other side, holding Mandy and Robyn by the hands.

The girls were struggling to break free from the patrolman's hold of them.

"We can't go back!" complained Robyn. "We won't!" She eventually managed to slip her hand out of the patrolman's.

Only for Aunt Figg to grab her.

"Gotcha ya little-" she began to scold her.

Mandy broke herself free from the patrolman's grip of her, and rushed over to help her sister.

But, Aunt Figg quickly composed herself in the patrolman's presence, and hugged Robyn instead. She pulled Mandy in, with them.

"Darlings," she finished, with a smile.

"See?" The patrolman smiled. "Here they are, safe and sound! We found them down by the old bridge."

Just then, Tom and Jerry came from behind the patrolman.

"Tom! Jerry!" Robyn called out to them.

Aunt Figg looked confused. "Who?"

The girls squirmed out of Aunt Figg's grip of them, and went over to join the cat and mouse, who politely waved at their guardian.

"They're our new friends," Robyn explained. "Let us keep them. Please? They won't be any bother. Please?" She begged.

Aunt Figg did not answer, and simply crossed her arms.

"Please, Aunt Figg," Mandy tried to persuade Aunt Figg. "These poor guys just got abandoned on the streets, and they need a place to spend the night, or two. I promise, we'll make sure they're taken good care of if you let them stay."

Tom decided to join in, by wandering up to Aunt Figg. Then, he leaned forward, and wrapped his arms around her legs. "Meow..." He looked up at her with adorable eyes.

"Oh, brother," Jerry shrugged, feeling disturbed by Tom's behavior.

Mandy grimaced at the scene, looking rather amused. Yet, she kept her grin on.

"Please?" Robyn begged, once more.

The patrolman came up to Aunt Figg. "Under the circumstances, it might be a good idea, ma'am." Even he agreed. "If you know what I mean."

Aunt Figg began to growl, irritated by this. Yet, she composed herself, and smiled sweetly. "That's just what I was thinking, Officer," she lied. Petting Tom, she told the girls, "Of course, you can keep them, darlings."

"We can?" Robyn looked up, surprised.

But Mandy narrowed her eyes, suspicious of Aunt Figg. Does she really mean it, or is she just saying that to fool the policeman? She wondered.

"See? She's not as bad as you thought," said Jerry.

"You'll stay, won't you?" Robyn asked Jerry.

"You'll have a real home, again," Mandy assured Tom, who came back to them.

"Will I? You bet!" grinned Tom.

Robyn held her hand out for Jerry, who climbed on.

Tom noticed, and looked displeased. "Uh, him too?" He pointed at Jerry.

"Of course, him too," said Robyn.

Mandy grinned, trying not to laugh. "I meant both of you," she added.

"Thanks, Robyn. Mandy," Jerry gladly told the girls. Then, he crossed his arms while smirking at Tom.

As the quartet went inside the house, Aunt Figg turned back to the patrolman. "Officer? You wouldn't be able to join us for a little celebration snack, would you?"

"Well, sure I-" the patrolman began to accept the invitation. But Aunt Figg stopped him. "I didn't think so. Too bad duty calls and all that. Mucho thanks and AU REVOIR!" She shouted in his face, before slamming the door shut. Then, she turned around. "Ferdy?"

Ferdinand came rolling into the front hallway to greet his mistress.

"Show our new guests to the kitchen, and give them something special to eat."

"Special," Ferdinand chuckled and slurped.

Tom and Jerry followed the dog on his skateboard.

Before Mandy and Robyn could follow, Aunt Figg grabbed each of them by the wrist.

"As for you, Orphans," she began to scold the girls. "For running away, you're both going to bed without dinner. And you beds are back in the attic, where orphans belong!" She pointed up the stairs.