Carmelita - A Fanfiction Starring Carmelita Spats!
Summary: Not really! I mean...::sees Carmelita glaring:: OH, YES, YES! It is completely about her! No stinky Baudelaire's anywhere in sight! ::ducks and hides::
Disclaimer: If I owned the Baudelaires, would I be writing stories about them or trying to save their lives from Olaf? What do you think? Actually, first is more likely, so...ye-ah. But don't let that throw you off, m'kay?
Author's Note: GASPITY GASP GASP GASP! I forgot to say my friend Erica is the one giving me challenges for each chapter of this! HAIL HER!
Chapter Two: The Oh-So-Wonderful Tea Party Except For One Thing
In which Olaf is forced to attend a very un-floofy tea party
"Now, Mr. Bear-that-is-so-much-uglier-than-I-am! Wouldn't you like some tea?" Carmelita shrieked.
The purple-furred bear said nothing. His last name wasn't that long, after all. He resisted the urge to burst into tears. Why had the other bears mocked him just for a name?! Why?!
Fortunately, Carmelita didn't care(most people believe that teddies can't talk, but hey, what do they know?), and unfortunately, poured tea into his plastic cup and in an attempt to shove it down his throat, it splattered all over him.
"HEY, COUNTY!" Carmelita screeched, "EITHER GET ME A NEW TEDDY BEAR RIGHT NOW OR COME TO MY TEA PARTY!"
Olaf weighed the choices. Of course, it would be better to get her a teddy bear than be forced to sit down with the little brat for forty-five minutes, but unfortunately there are virtually no teddy stores underwater, and Carmelita had successfully ruined all of her bears but the one that was just soiled, after Esme had told her they were no longer "in". (Note the purple fur - Esme dyed him so that he would be "in" again.) So, he grumped to the tea party. Stupid authors. Couldn't anybody just give him the fortune or something? At least killing that nasty little Baudelaire baby brat would be nice for a change.
Carmelita knocked the teddy bear off of his seat. Olaf squeezed into it(its not exactly easy to squeeze into a teddy-sized chair, but he was very skinny, after all.) and said(not asked, it was too unenthusiastic to be thought of as asked) dully, "Hello, Carmelita. May I have some tea."
"NO!" Carmelita screeched, "Its all mine!"
Esme suddenly walked in. "Oh, Carmelita! Its so good for you to be assertive, Olaf, don't you think?"
"Yeah, yeah." Olaf muttered.
"YEAH, COUNTY!" Carmelita screamed, grinning.
Olaf suppressed a groan.
This wasn't just a tea party..
It was THE tea party...of DOOM.
THE END....Of Chapter Two