Disclaimer: I do not own any of these charecters or places.
As the Baudelairs and Kit drove through the traffic of the city, the Baudelairs had many questions on there minds, for instance, "Where are Hector and the Quagmires?". They of course knew that they were most likely in the self sustaining hot air mobile house floating over the ground, but they still wanted to know were and if they were okay. Another question on there minds was, "Were is Quigley and what was the urgent matter of which he needs our help for?", and most importanly, "Where is Count Olaf.". They wandered these questions in the scilence of the black car untill it came to a holt. "Here we are. Hotel Denumont." They all looked up to see a nice looking building with a very ugly rotting wooden door.
Then Kluas asked, "Why are we here so early? The meeting is on Thursday." Then Kit replied, "Its always nice to be a bit early, and you never know what surprises you may find in an old hotel.", then she gave them all a small smile as she opend the door. As Kit said, it is always nice to be a bit early, and about you never knowing what surprises you may encounter in a nice hotel with a rotting wooden door and a dark dank basment, and the Buadelairs indeed didn't know the horrid surprises they would encounter here, at the Hotel Denumont.
Now, I suppose you also have very many questions on your mind right now about this book, but a question I have for you is, "Why are you reading this horrible book? It will only bring you much pain, grief and woefull sorrow so just drop it and run away and mabey pick up a copy of the littlest elf and read that insted!". Sadley it is my sowrn duty to record the Buadelairs sad adventure here, and sadly some people out there, like you are to dumb to relize that you shoudnt be reading it. Now we go to another setting way up into the sky very high above the Hotel Denumont to the self sustaining air mobile home were hector and the Quagmires were.
It was about lunch time when the Quagmires and Hector set the table for lunch. They sat in there usual spots around the small square table and wandered there usual thoughts like, "Will we ever defeat Count Olaf?", and, "Will we ever see the ground again", and "Were are the Buadelairs?", and also, "What has Hector cooked for lunch?", of course Hector knew the anser but the Quagmires werent the ones who were cooking the lunch at the time so of course they didn't know. Hector came in carrying a larg plate of chicken quasedeas. Though mexican food was Hectors speacilty and often tastes very good when prepared properly, all three of them were getting a bit tired of mexican food. They all reached for a quasedea and thought to themselves in some what scilent scilence, but this scilence would not last for very long.