Chapter 3-In which the reader finds himself/herself immersed in a villainous scheme

"LOX!" Sunny called desperately, hoping to steer Olaf's attention away from the

car. Olaf merely glared at Sunny and continued walking towards the vehicle. Sunny,

however, wouldn't be deterred that easily. "I...ah...I...kn..kno...know...th..that...my

siblings...ah...are...aliv...alive.!" She croaked. Sunny's attempts worked. Olaf spun

around, his jaw dropping and gaped at her.

"What did you say?" he shouted. "I kn..know that my siblings are alive!" Sunny repeated, more confident than

ever. "My siblings are coming for me!"

Meanwhile, Violet smiled proudly. She knew Sunny would try and help them. And

for the first time ever, she spoke in full sentences. Then, Violet felt Quigley squeezing

her hand in fear, and she was rudely jolted back into reality. Just because Sunny had

steered him away for a few minutes didn't mean he wouldn't come back for the

provisions.

Violet looked about her, trying to find something, anything that would help them

escape...with Sunny, this time.

"I...I can make meal." Sunny was babbling, hoping Olaf would forget about the

provisions. "Lox good," she continued proudly.

"Hmm...well, it wouldn't hurt to try, I guess," Esme pondered. "Fine, Babylaire..." he paused to chuckle at his new nickname for Sunny... "Make

us a good meal. However, if it isn't...." he let the sentence trail off ominously. Sunny,

though, wasn't afraid. Olaf couldn't do away with her just yet until they got the money.

All of a sudden, a sudden chill spread over the makeshift campsite, and the clouds

seemed to get darker and the sun less bright. A man and a woman strolled into the

area, sniffing at the horribly set-up camp.

Under the seat, Violet squeezed Quigley's hand back, shivering not only from the

cold, but from pure, unbottled terror.

"I...erm...welcome," Olaf stuttered, the wind blocking out their names. After

clearing his throat, he continued, "So, shall we? Continue the plot, I mean."

"Yes," the man whispered, although his voice seemed to fill every nook of the

nearby area. "It was such a pleasure to watch those flames devour the VFD

headquarters. It was destroyed in minutes. So terrible you couldn't make it," he said as

though arson was a family fun activity.

"Oh, yes. Horribly terrific," the woman added on. "But-our work will have been for

nothing if we don't complete what we start. You do know about the last safe place,

no?"

"Of course. Hotel Denouement. Why didn't I ever think of it before? Yes, that's

it..." Olaf answered.

"Right then. The meeting would be next Friday, so we have to get there as

quickly as possible," the man interjected.

"Hotel Denouement? There's a hotel? Oh, thank heavens! Might we stay a while

before burning it down? Perhaps they have a few cigarettes as well. Please Olaf!" Esme

whined.

"STAY AT HOTEL DENOUEMENT???? Olaf, is she out of her bloated mind? Of

course we will...NOT! No, we have more important things to do so we may set off,"

the man shouted, scaring the birds out of their trees. Esme slunk away, shocked that

someone refused her proposal.

Violet giggled softly, enjoying the look on her face and Quigley smiled a childish

grin. Their merriment was cut short when they heard:

"Let's get in the car."