"Hey, Dobe?" Maynard asked as they sat inside his bedroom.

"Yeah, Maynard?"

"Like, how are we supposed to help Chatsy out of his jam again? Kate was talkin', but like I wasn't listenin'."

"Maynard, Kate is coming back here with some supplies and you and I are going to help Chatsworth by making another brooch," Dobie explained.

Maynard grimaced. "You and me? Make one? Like how we gonna do that, Dobe? We don't even know what the real one looks like!"

"Hey, guys. I brought all the supplies including a photo of the original," Kate entered the room, carrying a box. "Maynard, your parents seem very nice, but I think they were a little surprised to see me."

Dobie turned to her from his seat at the foot of Maynard's bed. "How so?"

"Mr. Krebs kept repeating, 'You're a girl! An actual girl!'," Kate replied with a shrug. "Okay, I have the blue topaz stone, the faux silver platform, the pin to glue to the back of it and there should be a gold marker. Try to sign it as neatly as you can. I took some photos of the original so you can get the idea."

"I can't believe we're doing all of this work for Chatsworth," Dobie sighed.

"Yeah. It does sound like a lot of work...WORK!" Maynard repeated before crying out the last word almost like a hiccup.

"Maynard, cut that out!" Dobie warned.

Kate looked at her watch. "Oh, I simply must get back to the mansion in time for Auntie Mumsy's tea party. Oh, and Dobie? There is also a tape recorder in the box that I had to borrow from your father regarding a project. Can you make sure you give it back to him? He was really nice about lending it to me, but I really do have to go. Good luck, guys! I will see you later!"

"Sure, Kate; bye!"

"Like, bye, rich girl!"

"Well, let's get to work, Maynard," Dobie nodded as soon as she left.

"WORK!" Maynard cried out again, not daring to look at Dobie as they took out the supplies.

"Oh, come on Maynard. Surely it can't be that difficult to replicate Mrs. Osborne Sr.'s brooch!" Dobie scoffed as he opened the glue.

"Relplicate Mumsy's brooch! Have you completely lost your senses, dear Cousin of mine?" Chatsworth shot up from his chair as they waited for Mrs. Osborne Sr.

"Shh!" Kate hissed, pulling him back down. "Do you want her to hear you? And I know it sounds like a crazy idea, but it's all I've got. Any other choice would lead to your doom; either by Lucian and Xavier or by Auntie Mumsy."

"Oh, I suppose you're right," Chatsworth whined.

"I am right," Kate confirmed. "And sit up straight. You know how Auntie Mumsy hates it when you slouch. It unnerves her. And with everything that is going on, we most certainly don't want that."

Chatsworth instantly sat up as straight as a board. "Right you are, Katie-Cuz."

Suddenly, Trembley appeared, looking as bored and unamused as usual. "Telephone call for you, sir."

"Maybe it's Dobie," Kate whispered as Chatsworth stood up.

Chatsworth followed Trembley to the foyer where one of their twelve telephones were and picked it up. "This is Chatsworth speaking," he said with a hopeful smile.

"Hiya, Chinsworth," came the mocking reply on the other end. "Meet me and Xavier tonight at eight o'clock-alone-in the park by that thinking statue. Bring the brooch, or else my brother and me are gonna mess up that pretty boy face of yours. You get what I'm saying?"

Chatsworth gulped. "O-of course. I-I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else."

"Good. Because if you don't deliver the brooch, me and Xavier are gonna grab you by your arm and-"

Chatsworth quickly grabbed a wrapper from the nearby crystal candy dish and began crinkling it against the phone's receiver. "Um, hello? H-hello? It seems we have a terribly deficient connection!" he called over the loud noise before quickly hanging up the phone and wiping the sweat from his brow. "Oh, mice and rats. I cannot fathom how it has come to this. I'm not certain which is worse: being ripped to shreds by those hoodlums or putting my fate in the hands of Dobie Gillis and Maynard G. Krebs!"