Title: Santa's unfortunate events
Chapter 2- What I want from you is...
Santa Claus looked at the note and then at Esme. He did not look like he belonged on earth
"What? Who?" Santa said but could not finish.
"I am Esmé Gigi Genevieve Squalor and you have what we want." She said with a nasty smile.
"I am sorry little girl; I don't know what your talking about." Santa said.
Into the room came the wicked man named Count Olaf and he came in with a smile just like Esmé's.
"I'm glad you could join us Santa." Olaf said in a dark voice "Now where are you hiding it?"
"What is this? You guys should be in bed. And what are you talking about?"Santa said
"Olaf you know he won't tell you where he is hiding it!"Esme said. "We'll have to torture him until he tells us. Hooky!" she called out. "Yes your grace."The Hook handed man said.
"Take Santa to his jail room." Esme said. "Wait! No! I have to be home for Dorothy. I have to celebrate the perfect Christmas with my elves!" Santa said. "Whatever." The Hook handed man said.
"But what do you want from me?" Santa said with a terrified face."What we want-" Esme said
"Is the sugar bowl." Count Olaf said finishing his girlfriend's sentence.
"I don't know what your talking about." Santa Claus replied. "I need to go home!"He yelled. "How do you know I have the sugar bowl?" Santa asked. "You see I hired this scientist that worked forever on finding it and if he is right he said it was in the North Pole" Olaf told. "No I . . . I."Santa stuttered.
"He wont talk Olaf baby! Hooky put him in the jail room." Esme commanded.
"With pleasure." The hook handed man said. The jail room was a deep sunless pit that was a rat infested. "Here you go."The hook handed man said and threw him in the cell.
"No, you can't keep me in here!"Santa pleaded.
"Who is there?"A familiar voice called out. "What? I'm not alone?" Santa asked.
"Who are you?" the voice said. "Saint Nick." Santa stated.
"Oh no Santa, you shouldn't have come here your in grave danger!" The voice said.
"I've said my name now. You say yours." Santa said.
"It's me Larry!" He called out. Larry was Santa's favorite child, and every Christmas they would talk and share what they adored most. "Larry, A good boy like you shouldn't be here."Santa said drawing closer to Larry. "No, I'm not good i'm a terrible person." Larry whimpered.
"What do you mean child that you haven't done a good thing?" Santa asked puzzled.
" I was the one to tell them that this is the last place you come to! They tortured me until I told them where you go. This is all my fault." Larry said in tears. Santa was astonished; he didn't know to say. "Well boy," Santa said sadly "I'm very disappointed in you I thought I could trust you ."
Hours past by and the two had nothing to say except look sadly at each other.
All of sudden the door opened letting the light in that burnt Santa's eyes. "Come here." The Hook handed man said and took Santa in the living room. "Stay here you."the hook handed man said. "I have my eye on you." He said as he left the room. Santa Clause was thinking about attempting to do something, but Santa wasn't a daring person so he just sat there looking at the floor.
All of a sudden the doors opened and Count Olaf came looking very annoyed.
"Okay, you I don't have much time to talk, so your going to tell me where your hiding it in the North Pole!" He ended.
"I don't have it." Santa said in a angry voice. After that Olaf was already in a bad mood and took out a shocking device "That's it fatty don't make me mad at you or I'll...!" Olaf said but was interrupted by one of his men "Im sorry to interrupt but there is this lady that wants to enter our theater troop." The hook handed man explained. "Who is she, and what is her name?" Olaf said.
"She's under the name Dr. Shorty Mick ."
