A/N - Another short one as I fear the majority of the rest of the chapters will be since there's not much to write about. Except maybe for the final chapter. This one's simple and to the point of the gift with only a little bit of goofing off to get there in the beginning :P I guess there's not much more to report than that. Except that the premise for this chapter comes from the fact that I've always wondered what the maids were milkin' (cows most likely) because it doesn't say. And if they maids are milkin' there's got to be something for them to milk in the first place!

Chapter 8

"Ring my doorbell."

"No ring my doorbell." The familiar sound of Spike and Dimitri could be heard outside.

"Great, sounds like another delivery," Wilbur stopped and shook his head. No one else was around so he decided to answer the door himself. "Hello?" His eyes widened when he saw a woman in a milk maid's outfit. "Can I help you?"

"Hallo! No, I am here to help you. I am here to milk your yak," the woman spoke in a very strong accent that Wilbur thought reminded him of Aunt Billie.

"Yak? We don't have a yak. I think you have the wrong house."

"This is Robinsons?"

"Yes, but…"

"I've come to milk your yak," the maid insisted again and entered the house.

Wilbur shut the door and turned to argue with the lady that they had no yak but the doorbell rang again. Groaning a little, Wilbur turned and opened it again. There before him was yet another woman dressed as a maid. "I've come to milk your yak," she said and entered the house.

This time Wilbur shut the door with more force and turned to the ladies. "Look, I'm telling you, we have no …" the doorbell rang again. "Hold that thought. I forgot there are probably six more of these women on the way. He opened the door and with a huff said, "Let me guess, you're here to milk a yak?" The woman nodded eagerly and he stood aside so that she could pass by. This time, Wilbur just held the door open until, one by one, the entrance area filled with six more, until there was a total of eight, women all dressed as milk maids.

"Wilbur! What on earth is going on here!?" Franny demanded as she passed by and saw her only son surrounded by eight women she had never seen before in her life.

"Don't ask me, mom. Why don't you ask them," Wilbur pointed.

"I'm sorry, but may I help you ladies," Franny asked impatiently.

"Vwe've come to milk your yak," the women said in unison.

"What? What are you talking about?" Franny furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again. "I'm guessing that would be the yak," Wilbur remarked as he opened the door revealing not one but eight yaks and a delivery man. "Okay, make that yaks."

"Delivery for Billie Robinson," the postal man said in a way that proved he was nervous being near so many large beasts at once. Franny graciously signed for them as fast as her hands could allow. "This family must be insane," the man could be heard saying as he hurried down the drive.

"And you thought I had something to do with it?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

"Don't take that tone with me, Wilbur. What's a mother supposed to think when she sees her son surrounded by eight women? Especially women who do not look like maids in any way," Franny said in reference to their natural foreign beauty which also resembled some of Billie's features.

"I guess they are pretty…" Wilbur started but stopped the instant he saw his mother's icy stare. "Never mind. I think I'll go find Aunt Billie," Wilbur took off as fast as he could towards Billie's train room.

"Uh, honey, do you mind explaining why there are eight, what are those, yaks…eight yaks in our house?" Cornelius stopped and asked, them having caught his attention as he was on his way to his lab.

"Apparently, they're all for Billie. The maids too. They're here to milk the yaks," Franny explained with fake politeness.

"Well, that's nice of them. At least a gift finally arrived with a little maintenance plan," Cornelius thought aloud.

"Cornelius, you can't refer to them as maintenance plans. They're people," Franny corrected.

"I simply meant that it's good to have someone to actually handle the gifts instead of us having to figure out how to do it ourselves," Cornelius reiterated.

"I know what you meant," Franny's voice became a little sharper. "Are you saying that you thought I didn't know what you meant? I meant that you should choose your words more carefully and obviously I was right."

"I didn't mean to imply anything. And I certainly don't see how I chose me words incorrectly when I was referring to them," Cornelius straightened his glasses as he spoke, something that sometimes annoyed Franny when they argued.

"Oh, so it's okay to refer to these women as nothing more than "plans" is that it Mr. High and Mighty?"

"What are you talking about!? Why are we fighting? I didn't mean anything by it!" Cornelius was becoming frustrated.

"I never said you did mean anything by it. I only said you should choose your words more carefully!" Franny stubbornly continued.

"Please, do not fight. Do not fight because of us," one of the women spoke up timidly.

"We're sorry," Franny turned to apologize. "We didn't mean to act so rudely in front of you."

"You should not fight behind us either," another spoke.

"Well, that's very philosophical," Cornelius complimented, although he was a little confused by how everything had started in the first place.

"And I'm sorry, too, Cornelius," Franny apologized to her husband. "I was still a little frazzled by something that happened with Wilbur before you showed up."

"What happened?" he asked with concern.

"Our son was acting like a teenage boy that's what happened," her emphasis on the word boy made her point very clear to Cornelius.

"I see, well do you think I should have a talk with…" Cornelius was cut off as Billie entered the room, causing a stir among the eight milk maids.

"Wilhelmina!" they all exclaimed at once as Billie came rushing over.

"Oh my! My heart was dancing at the thought of seeing a yak for the first time in so many years but now it is soaring!" Billie exclaimed in response. "Cornelius, Franny, these are my cousins from back in my country! I haven't seen them since before moving here as a girl."

"You have eight maid cousins?" Cornelius asked curiously, but was ribbed by Franny as a warning to watch his choice in words. "I mean, what brings you here?"

Billie laughed. "They aren't maid maids. They are only milk maids. They grew up on the family yak farm. This is so exciting. Vwe vwill have so much to talk about! And I can't vwait to taste yak's milk again!"

"Why don't we have some with lunch," Franny suggested, eliciting a clamor from Wilbur who had rejoined the conversation just in time to overhear the proposition.

"Vwith all of us vworking it vwill only take an hour to remove all of the yak hairs and then vwe can drink to our hearts content," Billie replied excitedly and her cousins nodded.

"Yak hairs?!" Wilbur asked with a gulp, suddenly losing all appetite whatsoever. "And I thought eggs were bad enough," Wilbur whined as he slumped his shoulders and walked towards his room in a sickened haze.