Disclaimer: Although I love the Baudelaire children, I am not the
author.
"Yes, this is the 10th home I have placed you in, but, please be patient with me," Mr. Poe said.
"Ghiue!" Sunny cried, which probably meant, "I hope we aren't with Olaf again."
"Don't we all," Violet moaned, tying her back into a pretty purple ribbon.
"I couldn't stand to live in Mortaim Mountains again!" Klaus moaned.
"Actually, let me check the papers. You are living with Mrs. and Mr. Wilkson. They own a movie theater in Los Angeles. Pretty Lucky if you ask me." Mr. Poe said.
"Shezpds," Sunny gurgled, which meant, "Someone where interesting, I guess."
"Well, what are you waiting for? In the car, NOW!" Mr. Poe exclaimed, obviously in a bad mood.
"Zupertf," Sunny complained, which probably meant, "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed!"
"I know Sunny," Klaus agreed.
Violet, Klaus and Sunny all piled up into the car. Mr. Poe drove for what seemed like miles.
"Here we are!" he called, most likely grateful for the pesky Baudelaire children to be gone.
"Well, this is pretty cool," Violet said, obviously not really sure at all.
"Call me if you need anything, you know my number!"
"Oh, won't you stay here and walk us up?" Klaus asked.
"Nope, I have to go to a meeting. Bye bye!" Mr. Poe jumped into his car and sped off. "Some help he is," Violet groaned. "Shagfjui," Sunny said, it probably meant, "I agree!" Violet and Kalus looked around. It was a busy city, with people running around. The first thing they saw was a huge sign saying, Wilkson Theater.
They bravely knocked on the door. "Ermm...yes, how can I help you??" A butler asked, peeking through the eyehole. "Hello, sir. My name is Violet, and this is Klaus and Sunny. We are here for Mrs. Wilkson," Violet replied. "Ahh.yes, we have been waiting for you," the butler bowed, opening the door.
The kids bravely walked into the theater. There was a counter with popcorn everywhere. "Fuji!" Sunny cried, which meant- Dig In!! "Please, into this room," the butler ushered
"Yes, this is the 10th home I have placed you in, but, please be patient with me," Mr. Poe said.
"Ghiue!" Sunny cried, which probably meant, "I hope we aren't with Olaf again."
"Don't we all," Violet moaned, tying her back into a pretty purple ribbon.
"I couldn't stand to live in Mortaim Mountains again!" Klaus moaned.
"Actually, let me check the papers. You are living with Mrs. and Mr. Wilkson. They own a movie theater in Los Angeles. Pretty Lucky if you ask me." Mr. Poe said.
"Shezpds," Sunny gurgled, which meant, "Someone where interesting, I guess."
"Well, what are you waiting for? In the car, NOW!" Mr. Poe exclaimed, obviously in a bad mood.
"Zupertf," Sunny complained, which probably meant, "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed!"
"I know Sunny," Klaus agreed.
Violet, Klaus and Sunny all piled up into the car. Mr. Poe drove for what seemed like miles.
"Here we are!" he called, most likely grateful for the pesky Baudelaire children to be gone.
"Well, this is pretty cool," Violet said, obviously not really sure at all.
"Call me if you need anything, you know my number!"
"Oh, won't you stay here and walk us up?" Klaus asked.
"Nope, I have to go to a meeting. Bye bye!" Mr. Poe jumped into his car and sped off. "Some help he is," Violet groaned. "Shagfjui," Sunny said, it probably meant, "I agree!" Violet and Kalus looked around. It was a busy city, with people running around. The first thing they saw was a huge sign saying, Wilkson Theater.
They bravely knocked on the door. "Ermm...yes, how can I help you??" A butler asked, peeking through the eyehole. "Hello, sir. My name is Violet, and this is Klaus and Sunny. We are here for Mrs. Wilkson," Violet replied. "Ahh.yes, we have been waiting for you," the butler bowed, opening the door.
The kids bravely walked into the theater. There was a counter with popcorn everywhere. "Fuji!" Sunny cried, which meant- Dig In!! "Please, into this room," the butler ushered