Hi people, I've been gone for a while, but I haven't died or anything. (This message is just for the people who read my other stories, as I've been gone for a while)

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Hi people, welcome to my stories. This right here is my first ASOUE story, looking at another series of unfortunate events. To be more specific; The Quagmire's series of unfortunate events.

Here we go!

It seemed like any normal day in the dirty and busy city. It wasn't special in any way, and that statement was true. It wasn't special, but it was surely different.

The thirteen year old Quagmire triplets all woke up in their room, to the usual setting. At least what had been the usual for the last few weeks. Their butler pushed the big double door open with the breakfast trolley, on top of which were syrup covered waffles, and freshly squeezed orange juice.

Andrew would usually be accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Quagmire, but at the moment, they were away. The children hadn't gotten to know exactly what they were doing, only that it was top secret.

So for the time being, the triplets were alone with their butlers in the huge Quagmire mansion, which the Quagmire spouses were able to afford with their infamous Quagmire sapphires; a large amount of navy blue jewels.

(AN: The author Cheryblosom-chan used the names Quentin and Karen for the Quagmire parents, and I like those names, and so I'm using them too. So this is a little shout out to Cheryblosom-chan, go read her stories, they're amazing)

Mr. Quagmire, Quentin, had supposedly found the sapphires on some top secret mission, but he did often make up unbelievable stories to entertain his children, so none of them really knew if this was the case.

Quentin's wife, Karen, had another story about the sapphires. She had told her triplets that the sapphires had been in the Quagmire family for centuries. The children didn't know who they believed, or if either of the stories were true. Their parents hid a lot about their pasts from them. But the children trusted them anyway; after all, Quentin and Karen were their mother and father. They were also intelligent people, and as smart parents, they raised smart kids.

Isadora Quagmire was the oldest triplet, being born seven minutes before her first brother. She was a beautiful girl with long, brown hair and lovely blue eyes. At a very young age, Karen had introduced her to poetry, and it instantly became her main interest. Isadora was a promising poet, who could easily come up with a couplet at any given time. She wasn't only a smart poet though; she was also a very brave and empathetic girl, and an incredible sister.

The middle triplet was a boy, named Quigley Quagmire. For multiple generations in the Quagmire family, it had been a tradition to name the firstborn son a name starting with Q. The firstborn son happened to be Quigley, the young cartographer, who at a young age found his interest for making and reading maps. He surely did have a talent for it. As well as he had a talent for talking to people - he was xenial. But that wasn't it. Quigley also had wonderful looks. Very pleasant facial features, gorgeus brown hair, always swept to the left, in a messy style.

Quigley's identical triplet brother, Duncan, preferred to have his hair neat though. That was one of the only ways to tell the youngest two triplets apart. If you didn't know them of course. Then it was easy, seeing that their personalities were very different. Quigley was a loud jokester, whereas Duncan was more idyllic. Duncan was the journalist in the family, and carried a notebook with him wherever he went, jolting down anything of meaning. He was just as smart as his two older siblings, but more sensitive. He could read and understand people in a way the other two couldn't.

Even though the triplets had a couple of contrary differences, they were best friends, and they were always there for each other. During the night, in the evening, and the whole day. Including, the morning.

Each one of them sat up in their beds, smiling at Andrew, the butler. He grinned back.

"Good morning triplets"

The three children happily jumped out of their luxurious beds, and sprinted over to Andrew.

"Good morning, Andrew" The oldest triplet smiled as she grabbed one of the lunch trays.

Her brothers grabbed the other trays, and the children made their way over to the bed.

"Will mother and father come home today?" Duncan asked while cutting up his waffle.

"I'm afraid their position is still unclear, Mister Quagmire"

All three triplets quietly nodded to themselves, and looked down to hide their slightly disappointed smiles. They wanted Quentin and Karen to come home right now, and they had wanted that for weeks. But they were patient children, and understood what their parents were doing was important.

"Do we have anything planned for today?" Quigley looked up from his breakfast.

Andrew's lip curved up into a smile.

"Unfortunately not, Mister Quagmire. We'll just enjoy staying home"

"Even with all the places you can see, home is the safest place to be" Isadora recited.

Quigley and Duncan both looked over to her bed, and the triplets smiled at each other.

"I have a feeling today's going to be special"

Quigley's statement wasn't completely wrong. The day would have a special event. But also an unfortunate event...

"Even more misinformation. This is just filled with lies!" Duncan threw the day's edition of The Daily Punctilio on the floor.

He had just read a title of an article, called "A drowning incident during a hurricane at Lake Lachrymose".

"Yesterday, Andrew told us there had been a death there, but that was a murder" Isadora took the newspaper from the floor.

"I'm not reading any of that" Duncan turned his head away from the lie-filled paper.

He took out his very own, truthful commonplace book.

"Me neither. I'd rather read this" Isadora picked up a book of Ogden Nash's poetry.

She began reading it, as Duncan scribbled something down. Quigley was on the other side of the room, drawing a map of the Quagmire mansion. He had been working on it for months, leaving no detail out. It was going to be extraordinary.

There was a quite long silence in the room, while Isadora read, Quigley drew, and Duncan wrote. Then there was a sudden clicking noise, coming from the very fancy door in the room next to them.

"Children?"

The triplets knew that voice anywhere.

"Children? Duncan, Quigley, Isadora?"

"Mother?" Isadora closed her book, and put it on the coffee table.

Her, Duncan and Quigley looked up , and through the big arch to the entrance to the mansion.

"Father!"

Isadora and Duncan jumped off the couch, and ran to their parents standing in the doorway.

"Get over here, you three" Their smiling father said, as the triplets made their way to them.

Isadora and Duncan immediately ran into their mother's arms, hugging her lovingly.

"How was your work?" Isadora asked.

"Oh, we're just happy to be home" Karen happily embraced the hug from her oldest and youngest kids.

While they were hugging, Quigley had walked over to Quentin. He noticed his father's slight limp.

"How did you hurt your leg?"

"Breaking out of prison in Peru"

The two of them smiled at each other, and then threw their arms around each other in a hug.

The triplets felt as if they had never been so happy.

A few hours went by faster than most minutes in the last weeks. The Quagmire's had spent the later half of the day doing things together. Catching up, playing games, and even watching a movie.

From all the excitement and happiness, they all got pretty tired quickly. Together, they went to the living room, to just relax together. Quigley put himself in an armchair, and started examining the luminous globe beside him. Duncan and Isadora sat down in the couch, Isadora with a book of Female Finnish Poems, and Duncan with his always dear notebook.

Quentin and Karen however, had their backs turned to the children, and were looking at an edition of The Daily Punctilio. The headline of the page read; "OFFICIAL FIRE DEPARTMENT CONCLUDES: BAUDELAIRE FIRE AN ACCIDENT".

"Things look bad" Karen said.

"Sometimes when things look bad, they turn out to be worse" Quentin stated.

Isadora and Duncan looked up from their positions on the couch. What were they talking about?

Quentin looked up, and out the massive window.

"There are fires all around us. Literally and figuratively"

"Then it's time we mount a vigorous fire defense"

Isadora and Duncan gave each other a worried look at their mother's words. Isadora leaned in a little to whisper: "Why do they keep talking about fire?"

"I know, right?" Duncan shrugged.

Quentin and Karen turned around, smiling at two of their triplets.

"We can hear you back there" Quentin said, smiling. "If you'd gone to my school you would have flunked eavesdropping"

"What kind of school teaches eavesdropping?" Quigley interrupted, causing the others to look over at him with smiles on their faces.

Karen put the newspaper down on the desk, beside a picture of her beloved family.

"Come on children. It's past your bedtime. Got a big day tomorrow"

Isadora closed her book.

"What's tomorrow?" She stood up, closely followed by Duncan.

"It's a secret" Quentin remained put, but gave his daughter a secretive look.

She looked at him, smiling, before following her mother and brothers away to their room. As fast as they were gone, Quentin bent down, and opened second drawer on the desk. It only had one piece of content.

A V.F.D. spyglass.

Quentin carefully took it out, and closed the drawer. He looked at it for a few seconds, thinking over the whole mission he had just been on. It had been hard, trying, and tiring. In fact, he still felt he needed some sleep, so with the help of his cane, he started making his way to his bedroom.

Isadora had asked what tomorrow was, and the answer was a big day. They were finally going to tell the triplets about what they had been doing these last weeks. They were going to tell them about V.F.D., the Baudelaire's, and everyone else. Tomorrow was certainly a big day, and Quentin couldn't wait to tell them all the secrets he had kept ever since they were born.

But little did he know, he would never have the chance of telling them. And that was all because of the person, sitting in that white car outside...