The two Baudelaires woke up late the next morning. It was already 10:00
when they sprinted, or, in Violet's case, limped quickly, down the green
stairs. Klaus and his sister weren't surprised to see Shannon, Charlie, and
Nancy washing and drying the dishes.
"You're up late." Commented Shannon with a grin.
"The snowmen were up for breakfast a while ago." Added Charlie.
"Once you're a snowscout, you're going to have to get up a lot earlier." Explained Nancy. "Shannon here's been up since seven, and I've been up since 6:45." Violet and Klaus both began to laugh and the three snowscouts, who had been trying to restrain themselves, joined in.
"Want some breakfast?" gasped Shannon between giggles. "Pancakes alright with you?"
"Sure!" Violet couldn't remember the last time she had had pancakes. It seemed like an eternity away. Her brother felt exactly the same.
"How's your ankle?" asked Nancy.
"Fine, thanks. Anything we can do to help?" replied the eldest Baudelaire.
"Not today." Chimed in Charlie. "You're guests today. Tomorrow you'll start pulling your weight."
"So, while we're working on pancakes, why don't you start reading your biographies?" Suggested Shannon, tossing each of them a copy of The Bad Beginning. The two orphans plopped down in two of the many chairs spread throughout the huge dining room and began to read. They immediately realized that someone had been following them around. And they had taken the picture of them at Damocles Dock that the orphans had found in Olivia's archival library. But why? Both of the Baudelaires were so engrossed in the books that recounted their lives so vividly, even Violet, though she wasn't as big of a bookworm as her brother, that they hardly noticed as Shannon set their steaming breakfasts in front of them. They ate their pancakes quickly, and had almost finished their copies of the book when Lydia came skipping in.
"Good morning! Do you want to meet that snowman who was talking about you?" Both Violet and Klaus were sharply yanked out of their books and snapped into reality.
"Of course! Can we go down now?"
"Sure. Shannon-" Lydia pleaded.
"I've known him longer." Shannon argued. "I get to take them."
"Awww. Please?"
"Nope. You got to show K around last time."
"Fine." Pouted Lydia.
"Follow me!" Announced Shannon. "I think that snowman is the one in igloo 932." Klaus helped his sister up, and pulled them into what looked like a closet. Please stop now. If you have read this far, this is one of your last warnings. Please turn off this computer immediately and run far, far away. If that is not possible, since you are confined in a small space like those under a house, please turn off your computer and take the nearest object, be it your shoe or your contact lens, and use it to dismantle the machine. Thank you. It was not a closet, though. It was, instead, an elevator. The three got in, and Lydia hit the down button. The elevator plunged down nine floors into the frozen mountains and then the doors opened. Inside the pure green wood walls were set hundreds of doors with the VFD insignia on each in gold plating, much like in an apartment building.
They headed down the long, long hallway, past rooms 901, 902, 903, 904, then past 918, 919, and 920, followed later on by rooms 923, 924, 925, 926, 927, 928, 929, 930, 931, 932, 933-wait! The three had passed it. They headed back a door and knocked. The door swung open, and there stood someone the two Baudelaires had thought that day on the beach and every day since that they would never, ever see again. There in the doorway stood Mr. Baudelaire.
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Here I would like to reply more to my many reviewers:
Firecracker: Thanx. I love my "snicketisms" like that one. (Like the new word? "snicketisms". I'll use that more often.)
Anom. Reviewer "Jim": Well, no duh this is made up! I don't mean to be rude or anything, but, c'mon, it's "FANFICTION.net" Note the FICTION part.
SetoKabia419: Thanx again! I meant something like * hint, hint * certain things that keep popping up that are mentioned often in Lemony Snicket's Unauthorized Autobiography that further say that this is a VFD HQ. Ok, more than enough hints. ;-) And I think I said it before that I'll continue this fanfic as long as I keep getting reviews.
Mickey: Thanks so much! I read your fanfic too-it's really great so far. I'll review it sometime, but just so u know I did read it and liked it a lot. Update it soon, please!
HEY! EVERYONE READING THIS (even you who didn't review (hint, hint))! Read one of my reviewer's fanfics, "The Slippery Slope" (I think that's the right title, if it's not, don't sue me.). Mickey's version is really interesting. The Baudelaires end up at a ski lodge. read it to find out more.
"You're up late." Commented Shannon with a grin.
"The snowmen were up for breakfast a while ago." Added Charlie.
"Once you're a snowscout, you're going to have to get up a lot earlier." Explained Nancy. "Shannon here's been up since seven, and I've been up since 6:45." Violet and Klaus both began to laugh and the three snowscouts, who had been trying to restrain themselves, joined in.
"Want some breakfast?" gasped Shannon between giggles. "Pancakes alright with you?"
"Sure!" Violet couldn't remember the last time she had had pancakes. It seemed like an eternity away. Her brother felt exactly the same.
"How's your ankle?" asked Nancy.
"Fine, thanks. Anything we can do to help?" replied the eldest Baudelaire.
"Not today." Chimed in Charlie. "You're guests today. Tomorrow you'll start pulling your weight."
"So, while we're working on pancakes, why don't you start reading your biographies?" Suggested Shannon, tossing each of them a copy of The Bad Beginning. The two orphans plopped down in two of the many chairs spread throughout the huge dining room and began to read. They immediately realized that someone had been following them around. And they had taken the picture of them at Damocles Dock that the orphans had found in Olivia's archival library. But why? Both of the Baudelaires were so engrossed in the books that recounted their lives so vividly, even Violet, though she wasn't as big of a bookworm as her brother, that they hardly noticed as Shannon set their steaming breakfasts in front of them. They ate their pancakes quickly, and had almost finished their copies of the book when Lydia came skipping in.
"Good morning! Do you want to meet that snowman who was talking about you?" Both Violet and Klaus were sharply yanked out of their books and snapped into reality.
"Of course! Can we go down now?"
"Sure. Shannon-" Lydia pleaded.
"I've known him longer." Shannon argued. "I get to take them."
"Awww. Please?"
"Nope. You got to show K around last time."
"Fine." Pouted Lydia.
"Follow me!" Announced Shannon. "I think that snowman is the one in igloo 932." Klaus helped his sister up, and pulled them into what looked like a closet. Please stop now. If you have read this far, this is one of your last warnings. Please turn off this computer immediately and run far, far away. If that is not possible, since you are confined in a small space like those under a house, please turn off your computer and take the nearest object, be it your shoe or your contact lens, and use it to dismantle the machine. Thank you. It was not a closet, though. It was, instead, an elevator. The three got in, and Lydia hit the down button. The elevator plunged down nine floors into the frozen mountains and then the doors opened. Inside the pure green wood walls were set hundreds of doors with the VFD insignia on each in gold plating, much like in an apartment building.
They headed down the long, long hallway, past rooms 901, 902, 903, 904, then past 918, 919, and 920, followed later on by rooms 923, 924, 925, 926, 927, 928, 929, 930, 931, 932, 933-wait! The three had passed it. They headed back a door and knocked. The door swung open, and there stood someone the two Baudelaires had thought that day on the beach and every day since that they would never, ever see again. There in the doorway stood Mr. Baudelaire.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Here I would like to reply more to my many reviewers:
Firecracker: Thanx. I love my "snicketisms" like that one. (Like the new word? "snicketisms". I'll use that more often.)
Anom. Reviewer "Jim": Well, no duh this is made up! I don't mean to be rude or anything, but, c'mon, it's "FANFICTION.net" Note the FICTION part.
SetoKabia419: Thanx again! I meant something like * hint, hint * certain things that keep popping up that are mentioned often in Lemony Snicket's Unauthorized Autobiography that further say that this is a VFD HQ. Ok, more than enough hints. ;-) And I think I said it before that I'll continue this fanfic as long as I keep getting reviews.
Mickey: Thanks so much! I read your fanfic too-it's really great so far. I'll review it sometime, but just so u know I did read it and liked it a lot. Update it soon, please!
HEY! EVERYONE READING THIS (even you who didn't review (hint, hint))! Read one of my reviewer's fanfics, "The Slippery Slope" (I think that's the right title, if it's not, don't sue me.). Mickey's version is really interesting. The Baudelaires end up at a ski lodge. read it to find out more.
