Well, here it is...
Dedicated to:
Coffe Luv
Eris11
Elfin Emerald
Jade Roxanne
Raining Dreams
The Goldfish Award goes to
*Eris11*
*Ally Quagmire*
*Jade Roxanne*
*Raining Dreams*
So here it is...there's three V.F.Ds in this chappy!
"We'll be starting the auction soon," said a voice that was very familiar. Distressed, I grabbed Duncan's arm. "We need to set up."
"Klaus!" I cried. He had to come, Violet promised they'd save us!
"Violet!" Frantically, Duncan screamed out her name.
We were frozen with fear as somebody opened the lock. As soon as I figured out what they were about to do, I tried to scream. A hand went over my mouth. Actually, over my whole face. It was a very large hand.
Oh, no. It was the fat one. They forced Duncan and I, struggling, into something slippery. Whatever the slippery thing was, it smelled like paint. (A/N: The big red fish statue.)
As we hit the bottom of the slippery thing, which was hollow, we started yelling and pounding the sides. Somebody sprayed something into it, and I immediately felt groggy and dizzy.
My last thought as I was conscious was...well, I forget. Whatever they sprayed in there was very powerful. But it was probably about how we weren't able to tell the Baudelaires about V.F.D. Again.
Than I hit the bottom of the container and was knocked out.
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Lots of noise. So much noise. I covered my ears to hide the noise. It was dark. Dark and fuzzy. Blurry fuzzy, not teddy bear fuzzy.
Lots of yelling. Somebody was tooting a horn. I was moving. Moving fast. Too fast. Fast and spinny. To fast, everything was spinning too fast, until—
"Ewww! One of them threw up!"
"Oh, gross!"
"Do you know how totally out it is for someone to vomit inside ocean directions?"
"Get them out of there!"
"No, they'll just barf in the truck."
"Okay, you take them out."
"I'm not touching somebody with upchuck on them."
"Somebody has to!"
"Not me!"
"Me either!"
"Okay, let's just smash it. That way, nobody has to touch them!"
"Good idea."
"Brilliant! Here, give me that shoe."
"What shoe?"
"The one you're wearing!"
"No! I'm wearing it!"
"That's what I said!"
"Don't get vomit on my shoe!"
"Here," said a new voice that made me shudder. It was Count Olaf. "I'll buy you new shoes after this. We should just take them out, anyway."
Well I wasn't thrilled with the idea of being knocked out of a slippery container with a shoe, I didn't want to be stuck in it with throw-up and my sleeping brother. I nudged Duncan with my elbow as I said in a wavery voice that I hoped they could hear: "Ugg...I...need...a...bucket..."
*SMASH*
Suddenly, shards of red porcelain were everywhere. I blinked and looked around.
We were in a pickup truck. In the back, actually. I'd always wanted to ride in the back of a pickup truck, but now I suddenly felt that urge leave me.
Staring down at us were that Large Person, Count Olaf, the powdery ladies, and a woman I didn't recognize who was missing a shoe.
Duncan sat up. "Where am I?"
The woman tossed her hair over her shoulder. "You, little triplet, are lucky enough to be in a truck with me, the city's sixth most important financial advisor."
"Um." He looked at me and rubbed his forehead, which had been smushed against the side of the slippery thing. "Where are we? Are they the police?"
"No. I don't think so." I shook my head. Suddenly, Duncan crinkled his nose.
"What's that smell?"
I sighed.
"I'm sick, I think." Of course I was sick. Klaus was far away. Again.
Just like before.
And the time before that.
I had to wonder...
Would we ever be together?
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
Done...I've delayed posting this for such a long time...but don't worry, Isadora's not out of the book yet!
*Props TVV up on keyboard and starts to type*
GOLDFISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: A Series of Unfortunate Events belong to Lemony Snicket—Erm, Daniel Handler—actually, Nickelodeon now...Isadora, Duncan, Klaus, Sunny, and Violet, furthermore, do not belong to me. All done. And the song is Simple Plan's. I own nothing except for my strange, twisted ideas about what Isadora thinks...all done!
COULD YOU FIND MY V.F.Ds?