Here is chapter two called Tik Tok on Izzy's clock. It's from the Quagmires' point of view. I worked hard on this and it turned out to be sort of longer than my original work but I guess that's what happenes when you don't upload in a long time. I've been getting messages of people begging me to hurry and upload and here it is! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Tik Tok on Izzy's Clock

She was strolling along in the park with a guy who she liked very much, and she was very nervous to be with him—in a good way. His name was Klaus. And Isadora was trying so hard not to look at him through the corner of her eye without him noticing. His eyes—a bluish gray. His hair, dark brown and messy. Oh, how badly she wanted him to kiss her!

And her wish was about to come true. "Is," Klaus said. He stopped walking and she did, too. He pulled her close and brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. He looked deep into her eyes. He cupped her face with his hand. And then, very slowly, he leaned in...

BRINGGGGGGG!

Isadora jumped up, screaming, "WHAT? GAAA! STUPID!" She looked at her alarm clock. Oh, how she loathedthat clock. The clock annoyingly continued to go off. "GAA! Stupid alarm clock!" Isadora yelled. She yanked the clock off her bedside drawer and dropped it onto her lap—shaking it, turning it on all sides trying to shut it off.

"Stupid clock! You had to go off at that moment didn't you?" She screamed into the time. Then shaking it again she yelled, "Why do you do this to me? You had this planned the entire time! I don't even know how to shut you off!"

Isadora hurriedly began pressing all the buttons she could find, but the noise didn't shut off. Then, Duncan burst through her door. His hair was a mess and he was in his pajamas. His eye was twitching. He looked like a psychopath ready to kill.

He stomped into her room screaming, "Do you mind? There are some people here trying to enjoy their day off by sleeping in!" Isadora rolled her eyes. "Well excuse me, Mister Sleepy Head, but I don't—" Duncan stomped to her bed as she spoke. "—know how to—" Duncan pressed a button and the noisy alarm stopped.

He shifted his eyes at her. He raised an eyebrow. Isadora sat there with her mouth agape. "What button was it?" she asked. He flipped the clock to where the top was showing, and showed it to where she could see it. "Snooze." He said. Sure enough there was a big, round, red button that said, 'Snooze'.

"Oh..." Isadora said stupidly. She wanted for her brother to hand it back to her, but he continued to inspect it. "You're a sad person, you know?" Duncan said to the clock. Isadora crossed her arms—mumbling, "Yes…"

Duncan smirked. He looked at her. "Do you still want this?" Isadora frowned at him. "Are you kidding? No way! Do what you want with it. I don't care."

"But Quigley gave it to you."

"Aww, I don't care, you don't care, he won't care. What's the difference?" she replied dully.

Duncan opened her window. "Nice day…sunny out," he said.

Isadora stretched. "Yeah, it's nice." Duncan walked back over to her side.

Quigley walked in. He looked well rested. His hair was neatly combed. And he was smiling like he just scored a date—the total opposite then when Duncan had came in earlier. "Hey, guys! Good morning. How's it going?"

Duncan looked at him oddly. Isadora raised an eyebrow. Quigley's smile stiffened. "What?" Duncan shook his head. "Don't you 'what?' me." He took slow steps toward his brother. Quigley stepped back some. "What?"

Duncan shook his head again and handed the clock back to his sister. "Don't come in here all well rested and perky-like and acting like you didn't hear anything."

"Hear what?"

"Duncan," Isadora said firmly. "Just let it go. He obviously had no idea."

"Clamp it, Is!" Duncan cried. He looked back at Quigley. "Don't you come in here telling me that you did not hear what just happened just thirty seconds ago."

"Duncan, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about!"

But Duncan ignored him and continued on. "I mean, on my one day off, I have to put up with waking up to a ringing noise, followed by a…girlie, high pitched scream! That is not cool, Quigley! Especially since you didn't hear it!"

Quigley placed his hands on his brother's shoulders. "Duncan. I think you're overreacting—"

"I can overreact all I want!" Duncan yelled as he violently pulled away.

Quigley flinched—jerking his hands away. "Was it really that bad?"

"You should've seen him." Quigley and Duncan looked at Isadora, who was the one that spoke. "He ran in here looking like he was ready for the kill."

Quigley started to say something, but only said half of what he wanted to say before Duncan rudely interrupted him.

"Duncan, I really think that—"

"My eye was twitching, man!" Duncan got right up in his brother's face and pointed at his own eye. "MY. EYE. WAS. TWITCHING!"

Quigley stood and stared in fear, wide eyed. "Oh, dear…" he said softly. He walked over to Isadora's bedside. He saw the clock in her hands and raised an eyebrow at it. He looked at Duncan and pointed at the clock. "Wait, does this have something to do with the clock?"

Duncan's eye started twitching again. His jaw had dropped to the floor. Wait, scratch that. His jaw fell a little over an inch. He closed it. He opened it again to say something, but instead he shut it again and held up a finger. He stepped out of the room. A few seconds later, Quigley and Isadora heard Duncan yelling into a pillow in his bedroom. I don't want to put what he said since he said a lot of things he shouldn't be saying—and it's just not appropriate for the story rating.

After about a minute of infinite screaming, Duncan casually walked back into Isadora's bedroom acting as though nothing had happened. Quigley and Isadora stared at him. Duncan stared back. Then Duncan said, "Boo."

Quigley blinked and then turned to Isadora. "So I'm guessing you don't like the clock."

"You guessed right," she replied dully. Quigley looked at Duncan. "Do you want it?"

Duncan blinked at him. Once. Twice. Three times. Then without a word, he walked right up to him and slapped Quigley. "Ow?" Quigley cried sarcastically.

"Moron." Duncan said dully. Quigley took the clock from Isadora and walked over to the window, peering out at the house next door. He noticed that two windows were right next to each other in that house.

He turned back to Duncan. "So I'm guessing that's also a 'no'." Duncan pursed his lips before saying in a firm voice, "Quigley, I swear that if you don't get rid of that possessed little devil, I will do it myself—and you better pray I don't clunk you in the head with it…in fact, I'll just hit you in the head with it right now—give it to me!"

Duncan began on his way over to his helpless brother. And poor Quigley panicked. He did the one thing that his brain told him to do. And with that, without a second thought, Quigley heaved the clock out the window.

Duncan stopped dead in his tracks. No one spoke or moved a muscle. At first, they wanted to hear the crash. They did soon enough. Crash! Bang! Then came a loud, "OUCH! WHAT THE HECK!"

Duncan and Isadora raced over to the window and stood on either side of Quigley. The clock had crashed through one of the two windows next door. At first after the scream there was some silence, but then afterward, a young woman came to the window that wasn't broken and opened it.

She stuck her head out and yelled, "OKAY! WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS THREW THE ALARM CLOCK?"

The Quagmire triplets' eyes went wide. And they all stimutaniously stuck their heads out the window. "Quigley…" said Isadora. "…Quigley, that's Violet Baudelaire!" Quigley's mouth dropped as Duncan's eye began twitching again.

Quigley blinked and inhaled. Then he sort of grinned. Then without even thinking, he yelled out, "VIOLET? VIOLET BAUDELAIRE?" The Quagmires all saw Violet cock her head—as though she had no idea why her own next door neighbor, whom she had never met before, had known her name.

Quigley continued yelling. "VIOLET, IT'S US! THE QUAGMIRES!" Duncan's eye stopped twitching. "Yep…that should definitely get her to stop yelling." He nudged his brother. "You got her now, Q-tip."

Isadora and Quigley both looked at him. "You guys aren't watching," Duncan said looking and fiddling his hands. They all looked at Violet. Surely enough, her head was cocked…and was that a small, half smile she had on her face? They couldn't tell because her expression changed almost immediately back to anger and frustration.

"Well, Duncan—or Quigley—whoever you are, your pathetic alarm clock just hit my brother on his poor, widdle head!" she shouted. Then, there was a yell from the inside that came from the clock's victim: "VIOLET! I'M FLIPPIN SIXTEEN! DON'T TALK ABOUT ME IN THAT BABY LANGUAGE YOU ALWAYS USE WHEN YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE SMALL TALK WITH STRANGERS!"

Violet jerked around and yelled, "KLAUS LIAM BAUDELAIRE III, DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME IN THAT TONE! JUST CLAMP THE FALSE PROFANITY! IT WAS CUTE THE FIRST TIME, AND NOW IT'S JUST LAME!"

"BUT, VIOLET—"

"STOP IT, KLAUS! JUST BE READY FOR A LARGE BUMP TO SWELL ON YOUR HEAD!"

"VIOLET YOU'RE EXAGERATING…A BUMP? SERIOUSLY?"

During that time while Violet was yelling at Klaus, Isadora's eyes had widened right after she heard Violet say the alarm clock had hit him. "Oh, snap…" She turned to Quigley and glared at him. "Quigley!" she cried. "What?" he replied using the same tone.

Isadora wagged a finger at him. "No, don't you dare start that with me now!" "But, Isadora—" "No, I don't want to hear it!" So as Violet and Klaus argued and Quigley and Isadora argued, poor Duncan was just standing there looking around awkwardly.

The next part was weird. All he did was whisper, "Shut up." And then everyone stopped yelling at each other…. Mostly because Violet had turned back to window to yell something back to the Quagmires but then Klaus voice was heard again, "VIOLET, I THINK I'M GROWING A BUMP ON MY HEAD!"

Violet turned around again and cried, "Sunny, call 911!" Then she raised her voice at Klaus again. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU JUST SEVEN SECONDS AGO?" And with that, she shut the window and ran out of sight. She was probably going to yell at Klaus some more.

The poor Quagmires didn't say anything until Duncan said, "Oh…my…God—what have you done, Quigley?" Quigley was about to say something until they saw the Paramedics pull up in front of the Baudelaires' driveway.

Just then Duncan said, "We should go to the hospital with them…. You know, to support them. Mostly Klaus…" The triplets smiled at this. Just then as if on schedule, the window was opened, and there stood Violet, sticking her head out yelling, "AND DON'T COME TO HOSPITAL UNLESS YOU'RE DYING!"

The Quagmires' smiles were instantly replaced with wide, terrified eyes as Violet closed the window and rushed off again. Duncan was the first to recover from the wide-eyed syndrome. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to side—which made him look irresistibly adorable—and said, "At least she didn't say, 'And that goes for you, Quigley!'" Duncan's voice went high as he made a failed attempt in mimicking Violet.

Quigley shrugged. Isadora raised an eyebrow. Then again, right on time, the window opened again and Violet was revealed again. "AND THAT GOES FOR YOU, QUIGLEY!"

The Quagmires' flinched at this and the wide-eye syndromes returned as they watched Violet shut the window once more and disappear. Quigley's eyes then squinted after a moment. "What the—" he got cut off by Duncan who cautiously said, "At least she didn't call you a murderer of whom she loves!" Quigely looked confused at Duncan. "Why the heck would she call me a-"

But he got cut off because as if on cue, Violet came to the window again and said—wait, that's not right, excuse me—yelled, 'YOU MURDERER OF WHOM I LOVE!" The Quagmires' eyes were still widened, so they couldn't get any wider. So instead, their mouths slowly dropped. Quigley then questioned "What in the heck—" but then a voice cut him off:

"AHHHHHHHH! WHAT DO YOU WANT? GET OUT OR I'LL CALL THE COPS!"

The Quagmires' flinched at huddled into each other with facial expressions mixed with terror, horror, and surprise—wondering where that came from.

"VIOLET! THEY'RE JUST THE PARAMEDICS!"

It came from the Baudelaire mansion. Apparently they could still hear all the stuff going on inside of the house because of the broken window.

"STOP! LYING TO ME, KLAUS!"

"BUT, VIOLET—"

The Quagmires toned out what else they were arguing about because Duncan and Isadora began yelling at Quigley. They were both saying things at once. But Quigley wasn't listening. He was just staring out the window. He saw something there…something small had crept up to the broken window. Not the other perfectly fine window that Violet had been screaming out of earlier.

It had on a pink dress and really blonde hair. It had a pink ribbon in it. It was Sunny Baudelaire. Quigley noticed it was her, but he didn't say a word, nor did he move a muscle. Sunny didn't either. They were having a silent stare-down. And Quigley continued to stare at her even though he was in the middle of being scolded.

"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?" Duncan and Isadora asked him at the same time. But Quigley didn't move. Duncan and Isadora looked in Quigley's general direction. They looked straight at the broken window. Straight at Sunny. Duncan squinted his eyes as if that would make him see better. (It worked.)

When he saw it was Sunny, he straightened up and grinned. "Hey, it's Sunny!" he cried. "Hey, Sunshine!" Duncan called out. He began violently waving both hands at her. Isadora smiled and squealed. "Hi, Sunny!" and waved her. Quigley, who had just remained staring at Sunny, blinked, then finally started grinning and waving at the little girl.

They watched as Sunny sort of cocked her heard to the side. And she sort of squinted her eyes at them. Then she straightened herself and dropped her jaw a little as if she was just realizing who they were. Then she clamped her jaw and looked behind her. She turned back around, sort of smiled and slowly raised an arm to wave.

Barely two seconds into the waving, Sunny stopped smiling and turned back around. She turned back to Quagmires and they saw that she sort of pouted her lip and stopped waving. Then with that, she turned and slowly walked away.

The Quagmires stopped waving and looked sadly at the vacant window. Duncan's eyes turned into Japanese Anime sad eyes. And his lip began trembling. "Why did she leave?"

But no one answered him because his two siblings were watching as a tall, slim, female figure, whom they were sure was Violet, walked briskly out of the house and into the back of the Paramedic van. Sunny was struggling to keep up behind her in a sort of half-walk-half-run sort of way. And right behind Sunny was poor Klaus on a stretcher trying to be restrained by the paramedics.

He wouldn't lie down and he was stubbornly arguing with the men. "I'm fine! I can walk, really! Let me walk!" And once he was in the van, it drove off.

Isadora looked at Duncan and said, "Duncan…maybe you shouldn't talk anymore." Quigley also looked at him. "I agree with Is." Duncan fiddled with his hands and gave his siblings a goofy, but adorable grin that he and his siblings all shared the same and said, "So…. Who wants breakfast?"

I just finished this! Yay! As I was reading ove this I found it hard to believe that I wrote it. It seemed to professional..not to sound conceited or anything. The next chapter is coming up! Yay! Next chapter! The next one will be from the Baudelaires' point of view.

Love yoohh (: