Chapter 4
A/N: Although Book the Ninth has come out, I enjoy this little ficcy, as I hope you do too, and will continue writing it (Though not as franticly as 'Mr. Snicket'). I hope you all are enjoying this and will leave reviews *hint, HINT*. For those of you who feel like writing a flame, I suggest you go read my friend's story "Flamer's Field Guide". And on to the story!
Oh, yeah... Disclaimer: I haven't put a disclaimer in the other chapters, so to make up for it and put one now. "Mr. Snicket" owns all the lovely little characters, though I expect he wishes he didn't. I own the little plot I've got going (It's MINE! All MINE!) Any questions? Email me! Ah, yes... THE STORY!
Chapter 4... again
"Mr...," Violet began, but lost her voice.
"Sir...," Klaus tried, but failed.
"Snicket!" Sunny finally blurted out, a word which here means exclaimed.
"Yes, it is I, Jacques Snicket," the man said, smiling sadly at the Baudilaires hope-filled faces, "and I am sorry to have not found you sooner, but Olaf obviously has better sources than I."
"That doesn't matter! You're here now!" Klaus replied excitedly.
"Oh, I wish it didn't matter, my little Baudilaires. But it matters oh, so much more than you realize," Jauques countered sadly.
"How is it that you are alive, Mr. Snicket?" Violet asked quietly. "We thought you had been murdered by Count Olaf."
"A V.F.D. disguise titled 'He looks quite dead to me!' certainly helped there!" Jacques said, a little happier, "Count Olaf didn't murder me, although I thought he would have remembered that little disguise. It got us out of quite a lot of trouble at one time."
"Us?" Sunny questioned.
"Yes, Sunny, us. But now is not the time to explain. We must get you somewhere safe, and soon. I do not know where yet, but I'll find you somewhere cosseted. That means safe," Jacques finished. "Follow me."
And off they went. Jacques brought the orphans somewhere safe and cosseted, and he went out and captured Olaf. Olaf was put in prison for a long, long time, along with all his assistants. Violet became of age, used the fortune to build a new mansion, and bought lots of books to read, things to bite, and wires to tinker with. Jacques stayed with them as their legal guardian, they found out V.F.D. stood for Vanilla Fingers Dessert, and they lived happily ever after, never again bothered with fires.
Oh, how I wish that last paragraph was completely factual, a word which here means 'spot on', but, alas, it is not. The only sentence that is 'spot on' is "And off they went." Because off they did go, into more destruction and woe. Off they went, into the jeopardy of their lives. But not the game show Jeopardy. There would be no money risked, only their lives. There would be no smiling host and expectant crowd, only Count Olaf and a jeering mob. Yes, the Baudilaires went off, into more terror than they had ever seen before.
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Jacques led them through the crowd of racers, gamblers, and ambidextrous people, carefully avoiding anyone who looked like trouble. It is obvious that this phrase, "Someone looks like trouble", is often used for people who give the impression that they will be troublesome and forgetful, sometimes forgetting a vital object when you are forced to evacuate very quickly from an old hide-out, for example. K, this has nothing to do with you. When someone looks like trouble, you want to stay out of their way and run as quickly as you can in the other direction. If you don't, the results tend to be bad, and often you get mixed up with sugar bowls and top hats. But that is a different story, and quite a scary one, that I don't wish to tell right now.
Once the small crew had ventured through the noisy, a word which here means tumultuous, crowd, they came to a quickie mart in the center of the races' stadium. I don't know why the quickie mart was there, do you? After years of research I have found nothing but a charred rubber ducky and a pin that says "We'll make you sm". The pin obviously used to say "We'll make you smell," but some think it said, "smile". Although these disputes continue, there are no disputes over what Jacques said as he and the Baudelaires neared the shop, which is most unfortunate. These words are so sad that, if I had a secretary, I would have her type the words instead. Regrettably, I have no secretary to my name, and must type the words myself.
"Ah, what an interesting coincidence! V.F.D.! Valerie's Food and Dairies. It's one of those quaint little Mom and Pop stores. I'm sure you'll be safe here," Jacques concluded with these fateful words of trust.
The Baudelaires smiled weakly at Jacques, and Klaus spoke, "Thank you for all your kindness, Mr. Snicket."
"Yes, we're very grateful," Violet said just as sadly. Their lives had taken a downward tilt ever since the fire, and they weren't very hopeful about anything.
"Hopeless," Sunny moaned.
"Don't look so down, Baudelaires! I was good friend with your mother and father. I'll tell you everything you want to know. But now I must part company with you. I shall try to get in contact with Mr. Poe about a proper home for you. Don't stray from this place. The world is quiet here," and Jacques kissed each of their heads, and walked away.
"Oh dear," Violet mumbled to herself. Then she shook her head and thought about her responsibility to her siblings. She could not let them down now. "Let's go in the store. We don't want to be spotted by Olaf." So Violet, Klaus, and Sunny walked into the store, and away from the place where they were being secretly spied on. But, by a strange stroke of luck, their spy was not an evil Olaf associate, but in the end, she turns out to be just as worse.
A/N: Whew! I haven't written this story in a while! Been focusing on my other story (Harry Potter and the Alliances - go read it!) for a while. Hope you liked this chapter and review! ~Once in a Blue Moon
A/N: Although Book the Ninth has come out, I enjoy this little ficcy, as I hope you do too, and will continue writing it (Though not as franticly as 'Mr. Snicket'). I hope you all are enjoying this and will leave reviews *hint, HINT*. For those of you who feel like writing a flame, I suggest you go read my friend's story "Flamer's Field Guide". And on to the story!
Oh, yeah... Disclaimer: I haven't put a disclaimer in the other chapters, so to make up for it and put one now. "Mr. Snicket" owns all the lovely little characters, though I expect he wishes he didn't. I own the little plot I've got going (It's MINE! All MINE!) Any questions? Email me! Ah, yes... THE STORY!
Chapter 4... again
"Mr...," Violet began, but lost her voice.
"Sir...," Klaus tried, but failed.
"Snicket!" Sunny finally blurted out, a word which here means exclaimed.
"Yes, it is I, Jacques Snicket," the man said, smiling sadly at the Baudilaires hope-filled faces, "and I am sorry to have not found you sooner, but Olaf obviously has better sources than I."
"That doesn't matter! You're here now!" Klaus replied excitedly.
"Oh, I wish it didn't matter, my little Baudilaires. But it matters oh, so much more than you realize," Jauques countered sadly.
"How is it that you are alive, Mr. Snicket?" Violet asked quietly. "We thought you had been murdered by Count Olaf."
"A V.F.D. disguise titled 'He looks quite dead to me!' certainly helped there!" Jacques said, a little happier, "Count Olaf didn't murder me, although I thought he would have remembered that little disguise. It got us out of quite a lot of trouble at one time."
"Us?" Sunny questioned.
"Yes, Sunny, us. But now is not the time to explain. We must get you somewhere safe, and soon. I do not know where yet, but I'll find you somewhere cosseted. That means safe," Jacques finished. "Follow me."
And off they went. Jacques brought the orphans somewhere safe and cosseted, and he went out and captured Olaf. Olaf was put in prison for a long, long time, along with all his assistants. Violet became of age, used the fortune to build a new mansion, and bought lots of books to read, things to bite, and wires to tinker with. Jacques stayed with them as their legal guardian, they found out V.F.D. stood for Vanilla Fingers Dessert, and they lived happily ever after, never again bothered with fires.
Oh, how I wish that last paragraph was completely factual, a word which here means 'spot on', but, alas, it is not. The only sentence that is 'spot on' is "And off they went." Because off they did go, into more destruction and woe. Off they went, into the jeopardy of their lives. But not the game show Jeopardy. There would be no money risked, only their lives. There would be no smiling host and expectant crowd, only Count Olaf and a jeering mob. Yes, the Baudilaires went off, into more terror than they had ever seen before.
*
Jacques led them through the crowd of racers, gamblers, and ambidextrous people, carefully avoiding anyone who looked like trouble. It is obvious that this phrase, "Someone looks like trouble", is often used for people who give the impression that they will be troublesome and forgetful, sometimes forgetting a vital object when you are forced to evacuate very quickly from an old hide-out, for example. K, this has nothing to do with you. When someone looks like trouble, you want to stay out of their way and run as quickly as you can in the other direction. If you don't, the results tend to be bad, and often you get mixed up with sugar bowls and top hats. But that is a different story, and quite a scary one, that I don't wish to tell right now.
Once the small crew had ventured through the noisy, a word which here means tumultuous, crowd, they came to a quickie mart in the center of the races' stadium. I don't know why the quickie mart was there, do you? After years of research I have found nothing but a charred rubber ducky and a pin that says "We'll make you sm". The pin obviously used to say "We'll make you smell," but some think it said, "smile". Although these disputes continue, there are no disputes over what Jacques said as he and the Baudelaires neared the shop, which is most unfortunate. These words are so sad that, if I had a secretary, I would have her type the words instead. Regrettably, I have no secretary to my name, and must type the words myself.
"Ah, what an interesting coincidence! V.F.D.! Valerie's Food and Dairies. It's one of those quaint little Mom and Pop stores. I'm sure you'll be safe here," Jacques concluded with these fateful words of trust.
The Baudelaires smiled weakly at Jacques, and Klaus spoke, "Thank you for all your kindness, Mr. Snicket."
"Yes, we're very grateful," Violet said just as sadly. Their lives had taken a downward tilt ever since the fire, and they weren't very hopeful about anything.
"Hopeless," Sunny moaned.
"Don't look so down, Baudelaires! I was good friend with your mother and father. I'll tell you everything you want to know. But now I must part company with you. I shall try to get in contact with Mr. Poe about a proper home for you. Don't stray from this place. The world is quiet here," and Jacques kissed each of their heads, and walked away.
"Oh dear," Violet mumbled to herself. Then she shook her head and thought about her responsibility to her siblings. She could not let them down now. "Let's go in the store. We don't want to be spotted by Olaf." So Violet, Klaus, and Sunny walked into the store, and away from the place where they were being secretly spied on. But, by a strange stroke of luck, their spy was not an evil Olaf associate, but in the end, she turns out to be just as worse.
A/N: Whew! I haven't written this story in a while! Been focusing on my other story (Harry Potter and the Alliances - go read it!) for a while. Hope you liked this chapter and review! ~Once in a Blue Moon