Side Note: Although this was never mentioned in the story, Lucian and Xavier DO have a last name. Keeping in tradition with the series of peculiar names, they are Lucian and Xavier Pittibow. Ours is not to reason why, but I WILL tell you there is a hidden Whose Line Is It Anyway reference.

When Chatsworth arrived near the statue at the park, the cool, crisp air sent shivers down his spine. Of course, his spine was already quivering from nerves as he clutched the box with the fake brooch. He had been dreading this moment all day, but now he just wanted to get it over with. Even if it meant terrible things for him. Before he left the manor, he had left a note for Kate stating that she was to look after Mumsy after his premature death. He wrote that Maynard could have his hi-fi stereo, per his request. He also noted Dobie would be in charge of the Chatsworth Osborne Jr. memorial statue that would be placed in front of the school. "I just hope that there shan't be any massive bloodshed or that I die a slow and painful death," he told the Thinker statue. "That is my final request."

"Who are you talking to, Chats-a-roo?"

Chatsworth looked up and saw Lucian and Xavier walking towards him, a sneer on both their faces. "Good evening, gentlemen!" he exclaimed, hoping his smile overshadowed the terror in his eyes.

"So?" Xavier asked. "Where is it?"

"Yeah. We made a deal. You give us the brooch or we give you pain," Lucian added.

"Before I give you the brooch, dear chaps, I'd like to inform you that it most certainly is one-of-a-kind. Perhaps I could indulge you on the story behind it? It's rather intruiging, if I do say so myself."

"We don't want to hear a story, you fool! We want what we came for!" Lucian literally growled.

"Alright, alright, gents. No need to become vicious." Heart in his mouth, he slowly opened his fist to reveal the box. He only hoped they took it without opening it.

No such luck. Xavier snatched it and immediately opened it. "Finally, we-"

"This is it?" Lucian asked, picking it up and holding it.

Chatsworth gulped and tried to act shocked. "How dare you insult a gift from the Queen!"

Lucian grabbed Chatsworth by the lapels of his tweed jacket and jerked him off his feet, his face inches from theirs. "What kind of idiots do you take us for? This was made with kiddie glue! And the word 'queen' is spelled wrong. Everyone knows it begins with a 'k'!"

Chatsworth winced and sweat formed on his upper lip. "Guys, I can explain-"

Xavier rared back his fist. "Explain this!"

"Unhand my cousin this instant, you overgrown nit-wits!" a voice called out brazenly.

Xavier looked over, distracted. "What do you want?"

Chatsworth thought his heart would explode with joy as Kate emerged along with Dobie.

"You leave him alone or you are going to have me to deal with!" Kate threatened, arms crossed over her chest.

Lucian dropped Chatsworth and turned to her and Dobie. "I don't think the lady knows who she is talking to!"

"I'm talking to two thugs who will never get their paws on the real brooch. You two cheated at the poker game!"

Xavier threw back his head and laughed. "Says who? You don't have any proof."

Kate gleamed. "Wanna bet? Play the recorder, Dobie."

Shaking, Dobie pressed the playback button on the recorder.

"'And the best part is, Chatsworth has no clue that we were cheating the whole time! For a rich guy, he ain't all that smart'," Xavier's voice came through the speaker.

"'In about twenty minutes, Xavier, we will be sitting pretty and Chatsworth won't know that he would have won had we not been playing with a trick deck!'"

Dobie stopped the recording and somewhat hid behind Kate as Xavier and Lucian looked both mortified and furious.

"You were spying on us?" Lucian barked.

"N-not intentionally. You see, I was on my way to give this recorder back to my father. Just before I got to the park, I tripped. Somehow, I must've accidentally pressed the record button. That's when I heard you talking," Dobie explained hesitantly.

"So unless you want to get in a heap of trouble, I suggest you leave Chatsworth alone and pay him back every single penny you owe him. Even if he'd never miss it," Kate finished.

Xavier looked at Lucian. "I think we better do what she says. Ma will have a fit if she finds out. Not to mention, I don't really feel I'd do well in the pokey."

Lucian grumbled. "Fine!" He then turned to Chatsworth. "You may have had your friends come to your rescue this time, but you ain't seen the last of us!"

"Oh, off with the both of you! No one scams an Osborne and gets away with it!" Chatsworth declared, puffing his chest out.

Still grumbling, both Lucian and Xavier walked away, heads down and shoulders slumped.

As soon as they were gone, Chatsworth nearly fainted. "That was rather intense, if I say so myself. Many thanks to you both for coming to my rescue."

Kate smiled. "It was all Dobie. His clumsiness managed to save the day. Who knew?"

"Yeah. Who knew?" Dobie repeated uneasily.

"Well, regardless, I owe a debt of gratitude. Not even my Jujitsu training could have saved me from the likes of those hoodlums."

Dobie smiled. "Glad to help, Chatsworth."

"So no more gambling, right?" Kate asked, giving her cousin a warning look.

"You have my word as an Osborne. I'd much rather stick to gaming of my echelon: tennis, croquet, cricket and the always enjoyable polo!" he vowed before swinging his arm and making a sound of a polo stick hitting a ball.

"You big kook," Kate giggled as Chatsworth put his arms around Dobie and Kate.

"Now, we just need to return this recorder to my father. I'm sure he's been wondering where it's at," Dobie said.

Kate grinned. "I doubt he'll be too sore. But perhaps we should still a-brooch the subject carefully."

With that, the three of them laughed and left the park, happy to have saved Chatsworth's mother's brooch. And who knew? Tonight it was a brooch, but perhaps tomorrow, they could save the world. After they finished their homework, that is.

THE END