Hey, guys. I had started again with the series, but I'm done with this so please review and like!
Hector James Peabody, or Mr. Peabody, frowned. He was at a conference with a couple other volunteers and they were complaining. Mainly about where was their best female volunteer, Lauren Baudelaire.
Now Lauren was also an author and wrote award-winning books but she was very secretive for a humane and highly-intelligent woman. When I said "volunteers", I really meant the people who worked in the society. V.F.D., or as others call it, V.H.S.
V.F.D. stood for Volunteer Fire Department and V.H.S. stood for Volunteer Hospital Society. Mr. Peabody, however, worked for both societies in secret. Whenever there was a fire, they'd dress in certain outfits- with large black sunglasses, concealing their identity- and stop them, research them, and put the arsonist in jail, hoping they would get life-sentence. So you could say they were secretive police officers. Lauren Baudelaire was a great researcher and was the reason why many volunteers had not died in a fire yet. But Miss Baudelaire had made one mistake. Marrying Jeffrey Sham.
Jeffrey Sham was a handsome man with red hair that stood in the front, round blue eyes, and a buck-toothed smile that was built for mischief. When Mr. Sham found out the God-fearing Lauren was an inheritor of the substantial Baudelaire fortune, he went rogue and tried to marry her.
Lauren had found out his plan and left him, forcing Jeffrey and a few of his comrades to start fires and every single time one of them would be in jail and he would stubbornly remain on the streets of New York. Lauren, and everyone knew, had two twins recently and she named them Sean and Sherman and when Jeffrey found out she was conceived with them, he vowed to kill them first chance he got.
Sorrowfully, Lauren had rightfully abandoned them so Jeffrey wouldn't take them. Ever since, she had been writing books about two black-haired, intelligent orphan twins who just find themselves in misery and upheaval.
Back to Mr. Peabody, he himself was looking for her but as the Vice Leader of V.H.S. and V.F.D., it was his responsibility to calm them down with life-changing news.
"Where is Lauren?" asked one of the volunteers.
"Settle down, Emily, probably she's watching over Sean and Sherman." Mr. Peabody commented, more dauntless about the situation than ever.
"Firstly, she has the Sugar Bowl, the Spyglass, and the Medusa Serum, all things that can put Jeffrey in prison and secondly, she gave up the twins so Jeffrey wouldn't hunt them dead." said another sadly.
Mr. Peabody opened his mouth and then closed it. How could this happen? thought he.
"Alright then." He said, a bit downhearted. "As Vice Leader of both organizations, I dismiss this conference."
Volunteers grunted but agreed to his conclusion. After eating a round of cauliflower-and-salad, Mr. P grabbed his umbrella and the white-furred genius casually walked down the sidewalk alone. Lauren was his best friend, charming, disciplined, and God-fearing, but she was quiet and secretive from time to time, which made him think: "Would Lauren make her twins waifs intentionally?" These thoughts about the world's most secretive and best investigator stopped when he heard two wails coming from an alley. Babyish wails.
Mr. Peabody looked left to right and walked into the alley. In the slightly dim light, he saw a box that moved a little. He peered inside and thought he saw little Jeffreys.
But thank goodness, it was just his sons, Sean and Sherman- Wait… the Sean and Sherman Baudelaire, sons of Lauren? It couldn't be.
Inside the box he also saw a soft, blue blanket that covered the duo up and a note taped to Sherman's back. Mr. Peabody could tell them apart because Lauren put her scrambled surname on small tags and put large glasses on Sherman. Mr. Peabody also knew it was them because they looked like Jeffrey, but they were babies and had their mother's creamy peach skin and beguiling brown-tinted amber irises.
As soon as the year-old infants saw Mr. Peabody, they smiled, as if he was an old friend. Mr. Peabody let out a confused beam and read the note. It was typed from a typewriter and it said:
"Dear Whomever it May Concern,
You may notice that my children, Gabriel (bespectacled twin) and Giancarlo are all here by themselves. Well, let's just say certain events have compelled me to leave them in this alley and in your custody. Please take care of them and let them know that they are mine, mine to me. No matter where they are, as long as they have each other they have their home and they are safe. Here is some information about the two:
Giancarlo is the older twin, born January 1st, this year.
Gabriel is the younger twin, born March 7th, this year.
Before I shall perish, I will see them again.
P.S., the World Is Quiet Here."
-Neralu Debauliare
"Neralu Debauliare is one of the greatest authors ever!" Then it hit Mr. Peabody. "Lauren is Neralu? So she's been the one writing about the Inopportune Genesis stories!"
The babies gurgled and then another thing hit Mr. Peabody. But don't worry; it was a mental hit.
"Giancarlo must be Sean's Volunteer Code Name and Gabriel must be Sherman's." Mr. Peabody concluded. He had to admit, Lauren was doing a fantastic job of being secretive. "Don't you worry, Sean and Sherman. I'll take good care of you."
Well, we'll see about that.