So far so good, the Twins hadn't been too much trouble. As a matter of fact, they were a little too quiet. The Mero was beginning to wonder about them when he hadn't heard very much noise coming from them within an hour or so from eating breakfast. He put the papers he held down on his desk and walked out into the hall to listen. No noise at all except for maids and butlers talking off in a distance in one of the other rooms. Where were the Twins? He proceeded to go down the hall until he came to the Twins' bedroom door. It was open so he walked on in. They weren't there. He went out and started looking in each room as we went down the hall. One of the last doors on the right was closed. He grabbed the doorknob and opened it to find the Twins sitting on the floor. The Mero's eyes widened. The Twins looked up at him while holding paintbrushes, crayons, and markers. The wall in front of them was covered with brightly colored drawings, scribbles, and other little marks along with a great many paint handprints. Two was in the middle of writing something vertical in the Matrix code while One was drawing the outline of a white rabbit with a black crayon. On the floor were paint bottles (some of which were overturned, spilling its contents), paint smears, and paint handprints. The Twins' once silver clothes and pale cheeks matched everything. The Mero took a deep breath to try and calm himself. The Twins moved restlessly while staring at the Mero, expecting him to go off yelling in French again. Two slowly and carefully put down the paintbrush he held and stood up. One stood up too.

"There is such a thing as paper you know." The Merovingian calmly said. The Twins lowered their heads and shuffled their feet.

"Come on I'll clean you up and the maids can take care of the room." The Mero sighed and motioned for the Twins to follow him. As the Twins moved past the Mero he tried to get as far away from their messy hands as possible.

"No touching anything until we get to the bathroom." He said when One was about to place his hand on the hall wall. One jerked his hand back at the Mero's words.

The Twins ran and laughed into the Merovingian's study office after being cleaned up. The Mero was still seeing to the room being cleaned. Two and One ran around the middle of the room trying to catch each other. After Two caught One by the coat, they fell onto the floor in a fit of childish laughter.

"Hey, wanna play with Daddy's phone?" One pushed Two off of him.

"Yeah!"

Both of them jumped up from the floor and ran to the huge wooden desk, One picking up the receiver.

"Maybe we can call Mummy." Two leaned on the desk.

As with all small children the phone seems to be the greatest fascination of all gadgets, especially the button part of it. When there's two kids such as the Twins running loose in a house, it's a good idea to keep phones up and away from their reach.

One began playfully pushing buttons on the phone's keypad, and stopped when a woman's voice came over the receiver.

"Two, there's a woman talking over this thing." One whispered while listening to the woman talk.

"What's she saying?"

"I dunno. Something about 'plummers'."

"What's a 'plummer'?"

"Someone who picks plums I guess." One shrugged.

If you need a plumber, press 2 the voice said.

"Ow! What's that for?" Two shoved One's hand away from him.

"The woman said if I need a 'plummer' to press Two, so that's what I'm doing. I'm pressing you."

"Well it hurts, so stop!" Two frowned at One.

If it's an emergency, press 4 the voice continued.

"She says if it's an emergency press four. Press four on what?" One looked at Two.

"Try the four on the phone here." Two said while pressing the four on the phone's base.

Thank you for choosing N.E.O. Plumbing. We'll send someone out right away!

The phone clicked and hummed. One stared at the phone for awhile then turned to Two.

"Weird." He whispered before placing the receiver down.

"Let me try it." Two eagerly said while grabbing for the phone. One moved to the side and watched as Two began pressing buttons.

"You get anyone?" One asked. Two shook his head and placed the receiver back down then picked it up again. Before he could push more buttons, the Merovingian came into the room.

"Hey, hey. Put that down. That's not to play with." He softly scolded while taking the receiver out of Two's hand. He gently pushed the Twins to the side and sat down in the huge chair behind the desk. The Twins came up to the desk and leaned on it and watched the Mero look over the papers scattered all over it. Two fiddled with a stack of papers while One played with the stapler. The Mero rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Don't you two have anything else to do?" he said.

"No, we're bored." One replied, still punching the stapler.

"Yes we are." Two sighed.

"Bored? You shouldn't be. Looks like to me you've found many interesting ways to entertain yourselves lately."

The Mero watched in silence as the Twins mulled around and whispered to each other. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what they might be planning next. Before long, they both took off running out of the door. He could hear as their laughter and giggling got farther and farther away down the hall. He sighed and went back to his paperwork.

The Merovingian woke and glanced around at the butler standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, must have dozed off. Yes, what do you want? Have the Twins blown up the west wing or something?" the Mero almost laughed.

"No, sir, it's about the plumbers."

The Mero's eyebrows perked.

"What plumbers?"

"The plumbers standing outside, sir. They say that they traced a call that came from here. It was an emergency call."

"I didn't call for any plumbers." The Mero got up and followed the butler out and up to the front door where four; maybe eight or ten plumbers were standing around outside, waiting.

"What is all of this?" the Mero looked at all the men standing around.

"We traced a call from here. Sounded urgent." One of the plumbers said.

"I didn't call for any plumbers." The Mero glanced at the butler beside him. "There must have been some mistake."

"No mistake, sir. The call came from here."

While the Mero talked it over with the plumbers, One came running up beside him and tugged violently on his shirt.

"Daddy"

"What is it, One?" the Mero, frustrated, turned to the small twin. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Two dropped his razor in the toilet." One innocently said.

"What?"

"We were cleaning off our razors from when we got paint on them earlier, and Two accidentally dropped his and it went in the toilet."

The Mero groaned and rolled his eyes then smiled at the plumbers, who were looking rather puzzled by the whole incident.

"Kids. You gotta love 'em." He smiled wider while pushing One in front of him. "C'mon, we'll get it out."

The Mero turned to the butler.

"I don't care what you do, just get those plumbers out of here."

It was a hard struggle, but the Mero finally got Two's razor out and cleaned. By the time everything was over, the Mero was about to lose it all. The Twins sensed it too.

"We'd better get out of here." One whispered to Two, while watching the conversation between the Mero and one of the maids.

"He's very angry this time." Two said.

"Let's go exploring the house. He'll never find us if we do that." One suggested.

"Yes, let's do. We can come back later after Daddy's calmed down."

Both Twins turned and took off down one of the halls they had never been down before and hoped the Mero hadn't seen them.