Carmelita – A Fanfiction Starring Carmelita Spats!
Disclaimer: My computer was shang-hai-ed and a stranger wrote this story! Yes. Su is a COMPLETE AND UTTER STRANGER!!!! ...To you.
Chapter Eight and A Half: The Quest For The Magical Golden Aardvark Continues (or The Third Power of Nine)
In which Carmy sees her future and a young boy becomes a man.
Upon realizing that her siblings had just been whacked, Sunny reached up and grabbed the leg of Carmelita (a.k.a. magical golden aardvark owner and all-around pain in the patoot). A horrific shriek spewed from Carmy's mouth as she felt Sunny's teeth sink into the soft part of her ankle. "You miserable ouchie cakesniffing baby! Wait 'til I get my hands on...." Carmy never finished her sentence. Spotting the bloody wound, she passed out onto the jungle floor.
"Thank goodness for sharp-toothed babies," thought Violet, picking dirt out of her own teeth.
"Sloopy danuta," said Sunny, which here means "that little brat deserved to pass out after whacking you with the aardvark, although I'm sure she's just practicing for when she become a famous belly-dancing-gambler-frog raising actress."
Klaus rose from the vine covered ground and rubbed his head where he was whacked. "I can see why Carmelita was so possessive about this shiny, wonderful, shiny aardvark. I wonder what magical powers he has." He reached out, picked up the aardvark and read the tag on the golden collar. "It says here his name is Nine. I wonder why Carmy called him Harvey."
Little did the Baudelaires know that Nine was the aardvark's true and magical name. As Klaus spoke it, Nine the aardvark began to glow. "I have three powers," Nine began with a gruff voice. "The third is the most magical."
The Baudelaires looked at one another. "Suzagreat," said Sunny, which here means "I can't wait for The Third Power of Nine."
To be continued. Not by me. God no.
A/N: Me equals Su for that. Not me. I'M me. SU IS ME. I'm me. Okay, bye bye, toodles..