Chapter Two

The trunk of the car was small and cold, therefore difficult to ride in on the dusty, bumpy road. Cold air blew sharply into the bullet holes as they road along and swept up dust that blew onto the three Baudelaires' faces. Klaus desperately tried to wake his older sister, for the time ripe for her inventing skills.

"Wake up, Violet!" He cried, shaking her.

Violet mumbled something, but did not stir.

Klaus started to shake her more vigorously, a word which here means so hard that her head bounced up and down. But as he started to shake her, a loud bump! Filled the air and the car jumped violently, a word which here means waking Violet Baudelaire.

Violet's eyes opened just a little and surveyed her surroundings. "Where am I?" She asked blurrily. Klaus jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Violet!" Shouted Klaus. "Your awake!" He looked around himself. "We're in Olaf's car. Can you invent something to get us out?" Violet looked around, and then reached into her pocket for her ribbon. She froze. It wasn't there.

"I…can't." She replied. "My ribbon's…gone."

Suddenly Violet felt a small hand tug on her gown. It was Sunny, and she was holding up a long piece of yarn.

"Ribwar." Said Sunny proudly, which meant something along the lines of "is this good enough?"

"Yes…Sunny, thank…you." Said Violet, smiling slightly. She shakily tied her up and looked around. All of a sudden her mind cleared and she was able to think. "I know what we can do, just –" The car screeched to a stop and made the Baudelaires fall into each other. Normally in that kind of situation, you would look out the window and see what was the matter, but since the trunk didn't have a window, they just waited patiently. The orphans heard footsteps drawing nearer and soon after Count Olaf swung open the trunk. He picked up Sunny and put her on the ground, yanked Klaus out, and jerked Violet out so violently that she fell and couldn't get up.

As Klaus steadied his sister on her feet, Olaf pointed upwards and held his arms out in a grand gesture. "Welcome to your new home, orphans," he crowed, "to bad you won't have time to enjoy it."