Integra was tired of paperwork and wanted to stretch. She stood up and looked out of the window.

"Oh, for the love of ..." she exclaimed.

Outside in the backyard, were fifty little white crosses and fifty freshly dug little graves. Integra watched as Ink dug hole, number fifty-one. Then she saw George carrying one of Walter's cricket trophies from the Battling Butlers Games. George laid it in the ground and started praying over it. Integra rolled her eyes.

"Who the hell is teaching George this stuff?" she groaned.

Suddenly, Walter entered Integra's office carrying a tray of tea. "Excuse me sir, but you haven't seen my monocle have you?" he asked, setting the try down. "I can't seem to find it."

"It's probably somewhere in the backyard." said Integra, still looking out of the window.

"What?" asked Walter, joining her at the window. "Oh, my goodness." She and Walter made their way to the back yard. "Well, she's been busy." said Walter, looking over George's graveyard. "I was wondering why she was so quiet today."

"George." called Integra. "This is not what I send you to Sunday school for."

George just shushed her and continued praying. Integra reached into the open grave and pulled out Walter's trophy. George protested and tried to bite Integra.

"Enough George." scolded Integra, lightly thumping her on her head. "Walter wants his monocle back. So where is it?"

George looked at Ink and they walked off. They stood in front of one of the other graves. George conferred with Ink and Ink began digging. George reached in a pulled out a spoon.

"George." growled Integra.

George and Ink dug up three more graves. Integra shook her head as they pulled out a candlestick, her glasses, and one red boot. Fed up with George's failure and because she wanted everything back in the house where it belonged, Integra pulled up every single grave until she found Walter's monocle; which of course was in the very last grave they dug up.

"Hm, if only we had started at this end." mused Walter.

"George, room." demanded Integra, an equally demanding forefinger pointing towards the house.

"Oh, no." said Walter, blocking Ink and George's path as they tried to toddle off towards the house. "Not before she's had a bath. I don't want her and Ink messing up my floors." Walter picked up George and Ink and handed them to Integra. "Bathe them, please."

"What?" protested Integra, as she took them from Walter. "Why me?"

"Because you were supposed to be watching them, remember." said Walter, as he cleaned off his monocle.

Integra looked at George. "How the hell can someone so small get into so much trouble?"

George just smiled at her and laughed.