Exams are over! Yes! Well, for me at least. I sympathize for all of you poor souls out there that still have those evil tests. Don't give up! They'll be over soon.

I started a C2 community. You can subscribe if you want to. It's for ASOUE fanfiction!

Spectra16- Perhaps the reason Lemony chose the Baudelaires is because they are the children of a woman he once loved… cough cough. But that's just a theory. No one's really proved it. Yet. But it does explain why he chose to write about them.

Evil Grinlord- Yes it should be quite interesting…

Alania- I don't know, is Ignacia really working for Olaf? I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you? :)

ASOUEFAN- Ah, yes. The nasty monster that is schoolwork. I know it well.

Vetor Swest- Hmmm. I suppose the produce section can be pretty intimidating.

BingIsBack- Poor Lemony. Poor, poor Lemony…

PearlGirl- I do have a black ghost knife fish! I'll show you him if you come over. I'm sure Lemony was in a lot of pain typing. Ignacia is a very uncommon name, but it has a connection to fire, like her hair… I got the idea for the play name from an old box I have in my closet. I couldn't think of a play name so… viola! The Italian Meatball Ballet! I made a C2 community! Check it out! Yes, you did satisfy my review craving.

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Wow look at all those reviews! I hope I get that many for this chapter too!

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places, ideas or codes, or anything else. They all belong to Lemony Snicket and Daniel Handler.

Lemony had not understood what Ignacia had meant when she said they would have plenty of time to "get ready". What did they have to do to get ready for the show? He soon found out.

In the time Lemony had stayed at Ignacia's house, he had been wearing outfits from her V.F.D. disguise kit because he had only brought one set of clothing with him: what he had worn the day he was captured. And that outfit was covered in stains and partly burned up.

"There is no way you are going to the theatre dressed in that." Ignacia said.

"Well, couldn't I just wear something from your disguise kit?" Lemony pleaded. He did not enjoy shopping, because he had once had a nasty experience at a shoe store.

"Are you joking? Show up in a clown costume or a sailor's suit? I don't think so!" Ignacia was determined to get Lemony some sensible clothing.

So Lemony, dressed in his original decrepit clothing and a long beige coat from the disguise kit, and Ignacia walked the few blocks to go to a store nearby. It was a pleasant afternoon, and Lemony was glad he could get some fresh air.

Ignacia laughed as she watched Lemony carefully avoid the cracks in the sidewalk. He explained to her that he had already experienced more than enough bad luck throughout his life.

"But that's just an old superstition!" Ignacia giggled.

Lemony, quite serious, said, "Superstition or not, I don't want to take any chances."

Finally they arrived at the shop, a small clothing store called Amazing Attire. A small bell jangled as they opened the door and went inside. Suits, hats, shoes, trousers, dresses, vests, socks, jeans, bathrobes, sweaters, jackets and nightgowns of assorted colors hung from racks all around the store.

Lemony noticed the small crowds of people inside the shop, and he pulled up his collar to avoid being recognized. Suddenly he realized that Ignacia probably didn't know that he was wanted for many crimes, and wished to be kept inconspicuous.

But it was too late to tell her now, with all these people here watching and listening. He would just have to hope someone already told her, or that she'd been reading The Daily Punctilio faithfully.

A salesperson dressed in a fashionable green shirt and a black pair of pants strode over to Lemony and Ignacia.

"May I help you?" he asked in a very thick accent, perhaps Russian, or Italian, Lemony couldn't really tell.

Ignacia smiled. "Yes, we're looking for an evening dress for myself and a nice suit for my friend Le-"

"Leroy," Lemony interrupted in a deep voice unlike his own, "The name's Leroy."

Ignacia looked at Lemony like he was completely insane. Lemony gave her a look that plainly said, I'll tell you later.

The salesman gave them both a long stare. Lemony shifted his weight from foot to foot and wished he still had his hat on to hide his face better. But the hat was now sitting in a typewriter factory somewhere, and Lemony knew he would never get it back.

"Leroy is it?" the salesman asked suspiciously. "My name is Bob. You look awfully familiar…"

"I'm sorry; you must be mistaking him for someone else." Ignacia said hurriedly.

"Alright. Follow me please. I think we may have just the thing you're looking for." The salesman said, still a little wary of his customers.

The entire time Bob lead them around the store, Lemony tried to stay as far away from him as possible. The salesman and Ignacia were deep in conversation for most of the afternoon, and Bob kept looking at Lemony out of the corner of his eye. It made Lemony extremely uncomfortable, and he did his best to ignore Bob.

Lemony and Ignacia tried on all kinds of clothing, but Ignacia finally settled for a plum-colored dress that complimented her bright hair color. Lemony didn't have any money, and he felt guilty having Ignacia pay for everything, so he chose a nice plain chartreuse suit and matching hat that was on sale.

Ignacia happily paid for everything, and after waving goodbye to Bob, she and Lemony left carrying two large paper bags. As soon as they were out of sight and earshot, Lemony let out a huge sigh of relief.

"It's amazing that man didn't call the police. I was very nervous."

"I'm sorry I almost let your name slip. I completely forgot about how you're wanted for those crimes Olaf committed." Ignacia hung her head. "I could have put you into real danger."

"It's alright. I'm just glad you remembered in time to back me up later on." Lemony smiled. "What were you talking to Bob about in the time I was trying to avoid him?"

Ignacia shrugged. "Oh, just stuff. I was mostly just trying to distract him from noticing you. He still glanced over at you a lot though. Do you think we should make sure he didn't call the police?"

"No, don't worry about it." Lemony decided to change the subject. "We sure got some great clothes for the play! That dress really brings out your hair…"

They chatted all the way back to Ignacia's house, then dropped their bags and started to prepare. Lemony was dressed first, and he decided to read a book in the library while he waited for Ignacia. She finally emerged from her bedroom, wearing the dress and a small amount of make-up.

"You look fabulous." Lemony smiled at her.

"You do too." Ignacia smiled back. Lemony was wearing the suit and hat, which looked natural with his outfit, but prevented him from being recognized if he pulled it over his eyes.

Lemony held out his arm to her, and Ignacia put her arm into his. They slowly made their way out of the house, the writer and the medical student, and soon disappeared from sight in the darkness outside as they journeyed to the theatre.

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(To the tune of B-I-N-G-O) "There was a girl, and all she wanted, was one simple thing:

R-E-V-IEW! R-E-V-IEW! R-E-V-IEW! And that was all she waaaaanted!"

Ok, so that doesn't really work. But I think you get the picture.