"Chadwick," said Jamie, "It's important that you're in full posession of the facts of your...mission. But at the same time, you need to know discretion".

"Diswah?"

"Dis...It means keeping your mouth shut, basically".

"Oh! I can do that!"

"After I saw what you did with your uncle's cake, I'm not so sure, but...alright".

Jamie began explaining the king's plan to him.

"You need fattening up", said Jamie. "Nobody's gonna believe that you're the Crown Prince if you don't have the poundage to prove it. Now I want you to stay in your bedroom in the servants' dormitories for the rest of the day while me and the Prince's other servants prepare a few things for you".

"Uh...okay", said Chadwick, "Like what?"

"You'll see", said Jamie.

Jamie waddled into Prince Chandler's bedchamber where Harris and Xavier were.

"What's he look like?" Xavier whispered.

"He could pass for the prince, I guess..." said Jamie, "...IF the prince was sick. And lost weight. And hadn't eaten in a long time...and...hmmm..."

"Sounds like he's too small!" said Harris.
"No he's not!" said Jamie, "It could work! It really could. But we need to fatten him up a bit. Xavier, you go and cook up a FEAST for Chadwick. Everything you can think of. I want the prince's personal dining-room STUFFED with food. Harris, you better sort out..."

"Hey HOLD ON!" said Harris. "I am the Prince's PERSONAL servant-boy. You two are my underlings!" he declared. "Xavier, go and do what Jamie says. Jamie, YOU go and prepare the dining-room".

"Well what're you going to do?" Jamie asked.

"I'm gonna go speak to Dr. Farrier and see if he's got any special medications or potions that'll help Chadwick chub up a little faster..."