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Hector James Peabody frowned. He was at a meeting for a secret society; but this society was good, in fact, it was a hospital service.
It was secretive because they didn't want anyone to know their true identities, and luckily, no one knew.
The name of the society was called V.H.S.- Volunteer Hospital Society- and it was their duty and job to save the helpless and prevent fires' from happening. Volunteers could tell who was who by knowing if they had a golden spyglass on their belt loop. They couldn't tell from the eyes because volunteers always wore large sunglasses or black masks for the eyes.
Peabody only frowned because there was another fire happening in Wisconsin and sadly, he couldn't make it. He was actually working on another case about the Baudelaire fire a couple months ago, killing only two memorable volunteers.
"Volunteers'," he said at the pedestal, adjusting his ebony bowtie, "we all will remember the lives of Henry and Lydia Baudelaire. And with that, I dismiss our case."
Volunteers, all dressed in black, clapped and went around to shake hands or eat cake.
Peabody also frowned because his trusty compatriot-Lauren Baudelaire, the great granddaughter of Henry and Lydia, had not made it to the ceremony. He was counting on seeing her to discuss matters.
Mr. Peabody shook hands and finally went home, carrying his beloved scarlet red umbrella, for it was raining.
He casually walked down the sidewalks of New York, thinking about his own life. Would he die in a fire? He didn't know and he was concerned. He was the owner of Peabody Industries, a multi-million business company that made him filthy rich and lived in the world's most swanky penthouse apartment with a brilliant skylight! And on top of that, was his personal helicopter! Anyone would kill him to get the Peabody fortune. He thought about this - until he heard a shrill wail. A wail that sounded very youthful.
He looked around and noticed in front of a narrow alley. The wails grew as if two youngsters were sobbing.
Peabody, looking to his left then right, walked cautiously into the alley, noticing a slightly-open box. Mr. Peabody opened it and noticed a few things: (1), Two identical babies crying, a note, (2), two sticky notes on the babies' bellies, and a soft, and (3), blue blanket covering the two from the cold breeze outside.
The infants both had soft, peach skin, large brown-tinted amber eyes, and an upward tuft of coppery hair. But the only difference was one wore large black glasses and had "Sherman" taped to his belly while the un spectacled one had "Shawn". The note looked like it has been typed, oddly.
Mr. Peabody picked up the note and read:
"'Dear Whomever May Concern,
As you have noticed, I do not have the strength to raise these two. When they're older, they may learn of the dangers I have faced, and the joys' of my life. Let them know that I love them. Let them know that as long as they have each other, they have their family and they are home.
Information:
Shawn was born January 1st at 12:01 am and Sherman was born March 7th at 6:34 pm.
That's all the information I could give you.
P.S. to them, The World Is Quiet Here.
Sincerely, Nerlau Daubeliare
"That's the password to V.H.S.!" Peabody whisper-shouted. "And Nerlau Daubeliare is one of the world's greatest authors'!" He found it quite perplexing that an author would abandon their loved ones'. He took a glance at the twins' and noticed that they quieted.
"Shawn and Sherman, huh?" asked Peabody, smiling. "Welcome to the family."
Ho, ho. Look's like Shawn and Sherman is going to get adopted. Also, Shawn is an O.C., or Other Character
