The Perilous Plane
Book The Twelfth In A Series Of Unfortunate Events

Dupin's Notes: Where did we leave off...ah, yes...the Baudelaire's time on the taxi had ended, and they had spotted the large plane. In the following Chapter, we see the name of the plane. Five points for anyone who gives me the reference of it, which was kindly suggested by James (Skalu). I realize this Chapter is quite short, but I decided I liked the way it went, and how it ended, and didn't want to add anything on. Enjoy, I'm really happy with the feedback I got, and hope I can get the same wonderful comments again. Enjoy.

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Chapter Two,
(There is a picture of two figures, one with a cigar, making a ball of smoke cover the two heads)

Kit pulled herself out of the driving seat, and after taking a good stretch, like the Baudelaire's ached to; she opened up the back doors. Unfastening their seatbelts, the children's eyes were still fixed on the immense plane, a word which here means 'rather big.'
Klaus, who still had a grin, was obviously quite excited about going on a plane, assuming of course, he was going on it. 'Wow!' he cried,' A submarine was quite interesting, but a plane?' He hopped out from the taxi, and his two sisters followed behind. 'Right before the fire,' he said, with a small frown on his face,' I was reading about planes. I was thinking about getting into aeronautics.'

A great smile suddenly hit Kit's face, and all three children noticed. Giving a pleasant nod, her blonde hair bouncing slightly, she took a step towards Klaus, still smiling.

'Aeronautics?' she asked. 'Like me?'

Like most things, the study of planes and various other aircraft has a name. Like the Baudelaire's learned a while ago, the study of snakes and other interesting reptiles is called herpetology. Very recently, on the Queequeg, they had met a mycologist, which they learned meant the study of fungi and mushrooms, except for Klaus who already knew it. There are studies of trains, and studies of the mind, and studies of fruit, the last one being lesser common these days. However, the name for studies usually end in five letters, which are 'o', 'l', 'o', 'g', and 'y.' The study of aircraft does not bear those five letters, and therefore sounds very different. Like Kit, and Klaus said, the name for it is aeronautics, and Klaus became more thrilled as he found someone with similar interests, and felt that maybe things can be picked up from after a terrible fire.

'Maybe things can be picked up from after a terrible fire,' he said. 'My mother was telling me about them several days before. She was really into it.' He never seemed to mention the words 'the fire', as if it would bring back all the pain he had felt on the beach.

'Like me,' Kit said. 'I'm just a trainee at it really-I couldn't actually fly the plane myself at the moment. I've learned what I know from my father, with some help with books from my aeronautic library.'

'A library?' Violet asked,' on the plane?' Kit gave a swift nod in Violet's direction.

'I like to call it the Flying Library myself,' she said with a small chuckle. Suddenly, she hugged herself, folding her arms around the side of her ribs.
'I'm getting pretty cold,' she admitted.

'Same here!' Sunny cried.

'It is a little chilly,' Violet said.

'Well, let's stop talking out here in the cold,' Kit said,' and go inside.' Klaus's eyes brightened up in the dreary wind.

The four figures starting making their way towards the sandy planes, towards the large plane, in the breeze. Violet couldn't wait to see the telegram machine, and learn more about the designs and blueprints. Klaus couldn't wait to visit what Kit called the Flying Library, and have a proper discussion with her about aeronautics. Sunny couldn't wait to help with the cooking, and get a look at an aero kitchen. All three children had exciting thoughts in their head as they approached the plane, and with these thoughts occupying them, the word occupying meaning 'kept them busy as they walked across the plains towards the plane', they didn't realize how enormous the plane was up close, until they were only several paces away. At the sight of it, Sunny gawped, and her siblings gave an admirable grin.

'Immensinormous!' she cried

'Immensinormous!'' mimicked a voice from behind, and the children hesitated, as Kit continued walking towards the plane. Violet looked around, and started coughing as a large cloud of smoke came her way. Klaus turned, and gasped as a tall man with a red nose frowned at him. And Sunny gave a cry of shock, and rushed away from the figures a bit as they took another step forwards. 'You haven't changed, Sunny Baudelaire,' the voice said rudely. 'You still babble rubbish as much as you ever did!'

Kit noticed the children weren't walking with her and turned around to see what was the fuss.

'What's the fuss?' she asked, and then frowned at the two men standing in front of the Baudelaires. 'Who are you?' she asked darkly.

'Who are you?' mimicked the voice. 'Why woman, it is clear to me you are as thick as these children here. Everyone should know who the world's greatest violin player is!' He raised his hands triumphantly as if an applauding crowd were in front of him, and cried out, 'Nero!'
'These children are very bright, Nero,' Kit scowled, using his name and not liking it,' unlike you perhaps. And besides, who's that man by you? Even if I recognized him, his face is covered from his disgusting smoking habit.'

'Even if you recognized me, you wouldn't be able to pronounce my name. So just call me Sir.' Behind the smoke, the children could hear a sigh. 'Even though I've given up being a Sir for that Lumber mill anyway.'

'Siro doing?' Sunny asked.

'Sunny means she wants to know what you two are doing here,' Violet translated,' and I have to admit, I'm also very curious.'

'We're here to catch you Baudelaires,' Sir growled, waving his cigar above his head, the smoke still covering his face. 'But, why?' Klaus asked,' What interest is it to you?'

'What interest is it to you?' Nero mimicked. 'Do you know how much money they've advertised for your capture? Enough to make us forget about silly mills and schools! Although we're way past them anyway.'

'Why did you leave?' Violet asked?

'Why not?' Sir replied. 'With Dr. Orwell's death, we had a legal case going on, and I had to pay up a lot of money, which left me pretty much penniless. I had no money to run a mill with, so I left one night, leaving Charles with all the debts and problems. Yes, he was in charge, like he had hoped some day, but I'd be surprised if the mill was still going now.'

'And for me,' Nero said, putting a hand to his chest,' it all started with you three little brats!' He sharply pointed at them with his other hand and scowled menacingly. 'After you caused those silly twins to be kidnapped by the best coach we'd ever had, all kind of stupid things happened! Students were taken away, afraid of what could happen-even Carmelita Spats, our star pupil. Then a new teacher kidnapped two more twins, and the whole school was in mayhem!' Kit looked down at the ground, whilst the children were eager to hear the rest of the story.

'The main principal was too stupid to do anything, and I couldn't be bothered with the problems, and then to top it off, Mrs. Bass was arrested from robbing some Mulctary Money Management! So I left the school, and started a new life. Without much money, unfortunately.'

'Then one day,' Sir said,' I met Nero at a diner. He looked like an important man.'

'Which I was!' Nero interrupted,' I was trying to promote my violin career. I asked him if he'd like to buy a ticket, but he claimed he did not have the money.'

'Soon, we started talking, and whilst we were,' Sir said,' Nero glanced at the front page of that day's Daily Punctilio! And we were both shocked at the headline!'

'BAUDELAIRE BUTCHERS!' Nero cried grandly, raising both his arms again. 'Then, it became apparent we'd both put up with these three little fiends. We looked at the money for your capture, and decided to go after you.'

'Of course, I also realized your encounter with the stamping machine,' Sir said, turning to Klaus,' was not an accident, like you claimed.'

'He was hypnotized!' Violet cried, stepping forward.

'He was hypnotized!' Nero rudely mimicked,' that's a lousy excuse, Baudelaires. If I had known you were murderers when you had been at my boarding school, then I would have…have…quadrupled expelled you all!'

'We're not murderers!' Sunny cried pathetically up to the two men.

'Of course you are!' Sir said. 'The newspaper said so!'

'The newspapers a bunch of lies!' Klaus explained.

'Is it really?' Nero asked. 'Who should we trust? Professional journalists writing for a trustworthy newspaper? Or three bratty orphans?'

'Us!' Sunny cried up in desperation.

'This is stupid!' cried Kit from behind. 'Come on children, hop aboard and leave these stupid men behind.'

'Oh, no,' Nero said,' You're not leaving! Together, we travelled towards Heimlich Hospital, to find it burnt to the ground!'

'Together, we drove through the hinterlands towards a stupid Carnival, to find it no longer there!' Sir cried.

'Together, we decided the Mortmain Mountains were too cold, and retreated back to our home town!' Nero cried.

'And what did we find?' Sir asked only to answer himself. 'Driving past Briny Beach, we finally got the luck we deserved, and saw you three little varmints in stupid suits getting into a taxi!

'And we followed you straight away!' Nero said,' For hours we've driven after this taxi, and for weeks we've been trying to find you. And now, you're not just hopping on a plane with some silly woman, leaving us in a stupid sand area!' With that, Nero dramatically kicked the sand. Sunny got the full effect of it landing over her, and gave a loud scream, before beginning to cry. Violet quickly picked up her baby sister, and with her brother, turned towards Kit and the plane.

'Come on Kit,' Klaus said. 'Let's get on that plane.'

'No!' said a cry from Sir, as the children and Kit Snicket rushed towards the stairs leaving to a closed door with the V.F.D insignia on it.

'You won't get away!' Nero cried, running towards the stairs, Sir closely behind.

'We need the children!'

'We need the money!'

'We need a break!'

The babblings of the two men as they rushed after the Baudelaire's was hysterical and nonsense, as if they had become desperate and craved on their journey since their experience with the Baudelaires.

'Pa!' cried Kit, rushing up the stairs, towards the door,' Open up!'

'Open up!' Violet cried.

'Open up!' Klaus cried.

'Open up!' Sunny cried.

'Open up!' all three children cried, as they came towards the door. They wanted to get away from the sandy plaines, and the two men. They wanted to get away the babbling behind them, and they wanted to get away from the ground where so much evil stood. The Baudelaires wanted to get away from so many things, they wished not just the door would open up, but the floor beneath them would to, opening to a place where they could stay safe, away from all the evil and unfortunate things around them.

'Time is money, money is my need!' Nero was crying, as the door of the plane swung open in front of them. They could not see who was opening it, but quickly rushed inside nonetheless. Kit stayed behind, as Nero and Sir approached slowly, panting. Her eyes were bright, as if she were about to invite her in, but what she said showed the difference.

'You might want to get away,' she said. 'Before this plane takes off. Anyone should know that it's dangerous to be around a plane just leaving the ground.'

'We're…tired…' Nero pouted. Kit stepped in, and a smile reached her face.

'We're tired,' she mimicked, and shut the door. Then, she turned back to the children, who were all there, standing dumbfounded.

'That got a bit in the way of things,' she said. The children looked around for the figure who entered the door, but saw none. Then, they saw a figure in the shadow of the group of large shelves, racks, baskets and boxes., but his face and other features were darkened.

'Certainly,' Klaus agreed. 'I thought we'd gotten away from those two.'

'I hope we have now,' Kit said. 'I'll let them get away, and then we'll set this plane off.'

'It certainly looks very cosy from here,' Violet replied.

'Yes,' Kit said. 'Me and Pa will give you a grand tour in just a second. Come out, Pa!' The figure in the shadows stood out, and the children saw a short man, slightly taller then Violet, with a wrinkled face, an a captains cap on. He smiled as her observed the three children, and then spoke to them for the first time.

'Hello, Baudelaires,' he said. His voice was croaky, yet kind. 'Welcome to the Hindenburger.'

How was that for a Chapter? Hope you enjoyed. Chapter three should be coming soon