Beezley wore a sad, sad face as she walked through the kitchen. The dusting rag in her hand drug limply across the floor as she made her way around. "Beezley has tried to clean up, she has," she said to herself. "Beezley has tried to clean up, but castle won't stay clean." The little elf sadly dropped her dusting rag into a bin before picking up a broom and sweeping. "Beezley has tried to clean up, she has...," she said again.