A/N - First of all, sorry to *squints* "Klioet Shipper" for offending them with my dislike for the shipping of siblings Klaus and Violet Baudelaire. As a big sister myself, it's a little disturbing for me, but to each their own, I guess.

When the Baudelaires woke up, it was in varying degrees of awareness, a phrase which here means "Violet woke up quickly and fell out of bed, Klaus sat up in bed breathing heavily, and Sunny slowly opened her eyes and wondered what was for breakfast."

Lemony Snicket was sitting on the couch, his briefcase in his lap. When he noticed his wards had awakened, he stood up and brushed off his suit, smoothing out the wrinkles, and said: "We can't stay here for too much longer, I'm afraid."

Klaus got out of bed and helped Violet up. "Where will we go? Do you have a home?"

"Kitchen!" said Sunny, which meant something like "If you do have a home, I hope it comes with a fully stocked kitchen. I'm starving!"

"What my sister means is we haven't eaten since...a few days ago?" said Violet, scratching the back of her neck as she tried to remember when she and her siblings had last sat down and eaten a full, three-course meal.

"I think we had something on Fiona's submarine," said Klaus, putting on his glasses. "Remember? Sunny and Phil made something."

"Not gum!" elaborated Sunny.

"To answer your first question," interrupted Snicket. "I do not have a place to live where I pay money to a landlord or bank, as I've been on the lam for quite some time. However, before we worry about any of these less important questions, I think that we should first visit a diner or other establishment in the business of preparing food."

"What about our uniforms?" asked Klaus. "Last night you told us that you noticed a dinky, dreary place that sells clothing for children of all ages on your way to the Hotel Denouement."

"Payama." agreed Sunny.

"First we'll eat, then we'll find some less conspicuous outfits for all of us," said Snicket. "Conspicuous is a word which means 'easy to spot and steal a fortune from.'"

"We know what 'conspicuous' means."

Snicket turned away to hide his growing smile and opened the door, ushering the Baudelaires outside and into the taxi. It was still quite dark outside, which made it difficult to buckle their seatbelts, but they managed.

Soon, they were speeding down the road, a motel behind them and a sunrise before them.

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Snicket returned to him and the Baudelaire's booth bearing gifts. More specifically, he was carrying three rootbeer floats on a tray, along with a carrot for Sunny. He set it down carefully on the table in front of the Baudelaire's, who were all sitting on the same side, and slid into the opposite bench.

Violet handed Sunny her carrot and Klaus his float, then took her own. "Thank you very much, Mr. Snicket."

Snicket held up his hand. "Please, I insist you call me Lemony. Mr. Snicket it much too formal for my tastes."

"Okay," said Klaus. "Lemony. After we finish here and go and find new clothes, what then? Count Olaf is still out there, and he always finds us."

"Funcoot." agreed Sunny.

"I can assure you, Baudelaires, he won't find you with me," said Lemony, taking a sip of his rootbeer. "I've been on the lam for more years than you are old, and I've had very few incidents."

"Yes, but he's relentless, and we've never been with you before," argued Klaus. "He wants our fortune more than anything."

"Klaus," said Violet, looking out the window.

"I am very practiced, and I know all sorts of different ways to hide from villainous characters," said Lemony.

"I'm sure you do, but you can't know for sure that he won't find us."

"Klaus!"

"What?" snapped Klaus. Violet was staring out the window, pointing at something in the parking lot. Klaus followed her finger all the way to the back of the lot. There, behind a big pickup truck and in between two motorcycles, was Count Olaf's car.

Lemony threw down a few dollars on the table and then grabbed Violet and Klaus, hauling them out of their seats. He then snatched Sunny and thrust her into Klaus' arms, ignoring the young girl's protests that she could walk perfectly well, thank you very much.

"Follow me," he said, back to his mumbly, quiet self. "Quickly."