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Thanks. I'm glad you like it that much. Please note that I do not own the Baudelaires, but if I did, I would be soooo happy and I would cause even more unbearable misery for them. (I know. I'm mean. Hehehe, poor Klaus! XD)
The next day, Esme spent the morning trying without success to call the IN council nearly five hundred times in order to find out the latest news. Because she had been placed on hold for the last eight hours, she was sitting on the floor in a fetal position. "Is she going to be all right?" Klaus asked. "Knowno," Sunny said. Olaf was still sleeping, and Violet was still hiding in the backseat, whimpering. (A/N: Sounds like my family in the morning…..) Sunny had all ready asked Violet to give her some food, but all her sister had done was shout that Sunny was going to attack her and then added not to hurt her. Sunny didn't attempt anything further. Yes, it hurt to see her sister acting like that, and yes, she did want out of the car, but she wasn't sure if Violet's fear was going to carry out into the real world. Sunny curled up into a little ball on the car's floor and whimpered miserably, wishing that she were somewhere else.
Klaus, in the meantime, had been watching this whole ordeal and realized how hungry he was. However, he knew it would be useless to ask, and so shifted in his seat, accidentally kicking Esme. Esme started crying, waking Olaf, who promptly screamed something about elves and socks. "What?" Klaus asked, giving him a strange look. "I dreamt that evil elves were attacking my socks," Olaf admitted sheepishly. "Weird," Sunny shouted from the backseat. "Ookay," Klaus said, "Now, let's find some way to get Esme to shut up." "No shut!" Esme hollered. "Yes, shut," Olaf said. "You need to be quiet so we can think." "No think!" Esme said defiantly. "Oh, be quiet, you big baby!" Klaus yelled, surprising himself with the anger in his voice. Esme began to wail. Violet got scared and hid in the trunk, shaking and whining. Esme began to scream louder, and Sunny started to cry, adding to the racket. "Now, now," Olaf said, "Maybe some music will calm us down." He switched the radio on, and it started to play the Littlest Elf theme, causing the others to get even angrier. Klaus watched from a distance, trying to get them to calm down.
"Now….. Maybe…… Will you just….." Klaus said, getting cut off every time he tried to speak. "Will you all just SHUT UP?" Everyone immediately stopped shouting. "Will everyone please not panic? I think I know how to get out of here." He turned to Olaf. "And will you shut that thing off?" Olaf switched the radio off. "Now listen. Esme, stop whining, it's not impressing anyone. Olaf, stop being so nice, it's creepy. Violet, there's nothing to be afraid of, so please stop acting afraid of everything. And Sunny, will you please stop crying? Now, I need someone to give me the cooler." Violet handed him the cooler. "I'm going to chuck this out the window." "But then we won't have any food," Violet said. "Uh, I'm kind of trying to break the window," Klaus said, tossing the cooler at the front window.
It broke, sending glass everywhere. "Everyone out of the car…… NOW," Klaus ordered. Everyone clambered out of the car and spilled onto the road. "There, problem solved," Olaf said, scooping up his girlfriend and carrying her down the street. He hailed a taxi, then got in and drove off. "Now what?" Klaus asked. "We fix up this car and use it as a mode of transportation, of course," Violet said. "Monstapimp," Sunny said, which meant "Maybe we could find a payphone and call one of those reality shows that fix up cars." "That's a great idea!" Klaus said. "Maybe the radio works." He turned on the radio and shifted channels until dance club music started to play. "I like to move it, move it," Sunny chanted, and her siblings joined in. Violet found some tools in the trunk and started to fix the car.
About five minutes later, the siblings were well on their way. To where, I do not know, but reports have indicated the remains of a car near Las Vegas. I am not sure where the siblings stayed, or how much money they won at Blackjack, but I can tell you that they were rocking out as they drove the car down the road and towards a new place, new experiences, and possibly new friends.
THE END
Yeah, I know the ending was slightly lame, but hey! A lame fanfic such as this is doomed to end in a lame way, just as a good chili-and-cheese omelette is doomed to end up in my stomach. (Hey, don't nock it until you've tried it! They're actually very good!)