Really sorry, everyone! I've been at two two-week camps with only a day in-
between each and didn't get to update because they didn't have electricity
and my computer didn't upload the stuff on the one day between!!!! I'm
really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really, really times ten million times more sorry. Here's the long
awaited (and hopefully still good) Chapter 5!
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"Violet? Klaus?" asked the bewildered Mr. Baudelaire.
"Dad?" asked the two siblings, and ran into his arms. Shannon grinned, then ducked into another room to see a friend of hers. "We thought you were dead!"
"Why didn't you get to the Snowscouts earlier? It's been over several months since the fire. Didn't the VFDers get you like your mother and I specified in our wills?"
"No-Count Olaf did and things have been getting worse ever since!" sobbed Violet, who was usually a very sensible and not at all emotional girl.
"What?" Their father looked taken aback, then suddenly realized what must have happened. "Oh dear. When he killed your mother and burned down the house, he must have created a false will. We mentioned in ours that you should be taken to relatives here with the Snowscouts so that you could find me. But where's your little sister?"
"Count Olaf has her!" explained Klaus vehemently, a word here which means "in a very upset manner". Mr. Baudelaire looked even more shocked than before.
"Tell me everything."
An hour and a half later, Mr. Baudelaire was furious. "You've been through so much I can't believe. I bet you're wondering why this all happened." The two Baudelaire children nodded. "L took a sugar bowl, but E and O thought B did. She was at our house that day of the fire when those two came and attacked us. Why did they want it back so badly? I should have stopped B going to tea with Esmé that terrible day before, but it's much too late for that now." I, Lemony Snicket, wish I had never taken that sugar bowl, and that I could have stopped her too, but, alas, I could not and I did. Poor, poor Beatrice! Please excuse me while I get a box of tissues so I can continue typing this story with a not-so tearstained keyboard.
"Now Olaf has Sunny!" added Klaus desperately. "But at least the Quagmires are safe."
"The Quagmires?"
"Yes. Two of them anyway; Isadora and Duncan. Their parents and brother Quigley died in a fire." Violet said, wiping away tears.
"I didn't expect Olaf to go after them too, but maybe I should have. We were all prominent VFDers with large fortunes." The word "prominent" means very important in this situation.
"You knew the Quagmires? Isadora and Duncan are our best friends!" realized Klaus.
"Knew them? Of course! Our families were good friends. They moved out of the city soon after the triplets were born, however, so we didn't get to see them much. I'll tell you more about us tomorrow with everyone else, since it's already really late, and I'm sure that you're exhausted from that horrible carnival and everything else." Mr. Baudelaire hugged his two children tighter. "Don't worry, you two. We'll find Sunny in the morning."
Violet and Klaus said goodnight to their long-lost but newly found father and knocked on the door Shannon had vanished into. "Nice talking to you, Sally! I'll see you in the morning, Mr. Baudelaire. Good night." she said, and the three vanished down the hallway and into the elevator again. They had been a bit afraid of elevators since their last encounter with one, but faced this one again unafraid.
The Baudelaires orphans- no, just the Baudelaires now- reappeared at the top of the elevator shaft, thinking their lives had indeed taken a surprising turn for the better, and believing their father's words that they would indeed rescue their kidnapped baby sister in the morning.
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Well? Terrific, good, bad, or terrible? Review and tell me.
I might not be able to update for a couple weeks. Sorry about that-I'm at camp.
Okay, to my trusty reviewers:
Unfortunateonlooker: Thanks! I hope this chapter is Snicketish enough. Here's your update, too! I'm not sure when the next one will be though-stay tuned! It'll probably in about two weeks when I get back from camp.
Thanks for reading everyone!!! I'm so happy I might just write an extended version of an English project fairy tale we had to do and post it on www.fictionpress.net. That's going to be fun. It'll be under Timmy and the Dragon or something like that! (
Bye for now. ^_^
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"Violet? Klaus?" asked the bewildered Mr. Baudelaire.
"Dad?" asked the two siblings, and ran into his arms. Shannon grinned, then ducked into another room to see a friend of hers. "We thought you were dead!"
"Why didn't you get to the Snowscouts earlier? It's been over several months since the fire. Didn't the VFDers get you like your mother and I specified in our wills?"
"No-Count Olaf did and things have been getting worse ever since!" sobbed Violet, who was usually a very sensible and not at all emotional girl.
"What?" Their father looked taken aback, then suddenly realized what must have happened. "Oh dear. When he killed your mother and burned down the house, he must have created a false will. We mentioned in ours that you should be taken to relatives here with the Snowscouts so that you could find me. But where's your little sister?"
"Count Olaf has her!" explained Klaus vehemently, a word here which means "in a very upset manner". Mr. Baudelaire looked even more shocked than before.
"Tell me everything."
An hour and a half later, Mr. Baudelaire was furious. "You've been through so much I can't believe. I bet you're wondering why this all happened." The two Baudelaire children nodded. "L took a sugar bowl, but E and O thought B did. She was at our house that day of the fire when those two came and attacked us. Why did they want it back so badly? I should have stopped B going to tea with Esmé that terrible day before, but it's much too late for that now." I, Lemony Snicket, wish I had never taken that sugar bowl, and that I could have stopped her too, but, alas, I could not and I did. Poor, poor Beatrice! Please excuse me while I get a box of tissues so I can continue typing this story with a not-so tearstained keyboard.
"Now Olaf has Sunny!" added Klaus desperately. "But at least the Quagmires are safe."
"The Quagmires?"
"Yes. Two of them anyway; Isadora and Duncan. Their parents and brother Quigley died in a fire." Violet said, wiping away tears.
"I didn't expect Olaf to go after them too, but maybe I should have. We were all prominent VFDers with large fortunes." The word "prominent" means very important in this situation.
"You knew the Quagmires? Isadora and Duncan are our best friends!" realized Klaus.
"Knew them? Of course! Our families were good friends. They moved out of the city soon after the triplets were born, however, so we didn't get to see them much. I'll tell you more about us tomorrow with everyone else, since it's already really late, and I'm sure that you're exhausted from that horrible carnival and everything else." Mr. Baudelaire hugged his two children tighter. "Don't worry, you two. We'll find Sunny in the morning."
Violet and Klaus said goodnight to their long-lost but newly found father and knocked on the door Shannon had vanished into. "Nice talking to you, Sally! I'll see you in the morning, Mr. Baudelaire. Good night." she said, and the three vanished down the hallway and into the elevator again. They had been a bit afraid of elevators since their last encounter with one, but faced this one again unafraid.
The Baudelaires orphans- no, just the Baudelaires now- reappeared at the top of the elevator shaft, thinking their lives had indeed taken a surprising turn for the better, and believing their father's words that they would indeed rescue their kidnapped baby sister in the morning.
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Well? Terrific, good, bad, or terrible? Review and tell me.
I might not be able to update for a couple weeks. Sorry about that-I'm at camp.
Okay, to my trusty reviewers:
Unfortunateonlooker: Thanks! I hope this chapter is Snicketish enough. Here's your update, too! I'm not sure when the next one will be though-stay tuned! It'll probably in about two weeks when I get back from camp.
Thanks for reading everyone!!! I'm so happy I might just write an extended version of an English project fairy tale we had to do and post it on www.fictionpress.net. That's going to be fun. It'll be under Timmy and the Dragon or something like that! (
Bye for now. ^_^
