This is the start of the last part of the Quagmire trilogy. Baudelaires Bullied, for example, was about the Baudelaires and Quagmires, told through the narrator's eyes. Quigley's Quest focused more on the six-some, told through Duncan's eyes. Duncan's Drama will be about Duncan. Violet, Quigley, Klaus, Sunny, Isadora, and Jenny (see last chapter of Quigley's Quest) are included, but it mainly focuses on Duncan's life. I hope you enjoy this one, and I'll update other stories within.

Preparing for another school year at Prufrock Prep, backpack slung over shoulder, I bounded up the steps leading into the building.

Isadora and Quigley were waiting for me outside the office lobby.

"Where're the Baudelaires?" I asked. They shrugged.

If you're wondering about my summer, here's how it went: the one place we mainly hung out was the mall, and the Baudelaires would collect bits and pieces of the fortune we were given by the Spats parents and go spend it. It was pretty cool.

Then my cell phone rang. I answered it. It was Jenny.

I'd met Jenny when I was in the hospital. Nero had shot me in the arm in an uproar, and I met her there.

"Hey Jenny," I said. "It's the first day. I'm a junior. How's medical school?" There was a pause. "It's good," Jenny said on the other end. "We get lots of quizzes and study material, but it's good. How's your arm?"

"Fine," I said. "I have to go now. See you later?" I hung up and put it back in my pocket.

"I wonder who the new principal is," Quigley said. "It's probably going to be Ollie Westin," Isadora said.

I shook my head. "He resigned, remember?" "Oh yeah," Izzy said. "Now he goes to some other school. What about Mr. Bogner, the substitute principal we had last year, after Nero died?"

"He was okay," Quigley said. "But he had a sour mouth. He didn't swear, but his lips were always puckered and his words were spoken as if he just had a giant package of Sour Punch Straws."

"Yeah," I said. Just then, a tall, hulky man walked through the doors.

Everyone stared at him. "I'm the new Vice-Principal here at Prufrock. There will be no official principal for quite some time, so I'll be managing. Now get to class."

Everyone was silent. Not a soul moved a muscle.

"I said, GET!" the man screamed.

We scattered throughout the school. "Wait," Isadora said. "We don't even know where our classrooms are."

"Good point," I said. I ran back to the man and said, "Mr.…." "I'm Elyas (I know how to spell, but for some reason, I just want it to be y instead of i. don't mind!) Finch Verne," the man said.

"Well, Mr. Verne, we haven't had our classrooms announced yet," I said. "Your classrooms will be announced momentarily," Elyas Finch Verne said. "Just go into any classroom and wait ten minutes."

I ran back to Quigley and Isadora. "Mr. Elyas Finch Verne says for us to go to any classroom and wait for just ten minutes," I said.

They shrugged, and we announced it to the crowd of students. In seconds, we were in classrooms.

Never has ten minutes gone by so fast. I'm not kidding. Ten minutes seemed just like ten seconds.

Quigley, Violet, and I were assigned to Ms. Kennard. Klaus and Isadora were assigned to Mr. Obede.

When we got to the classroom, we found seats and I sat between Quigley and Violet.

The middle-aged looking woman was trembling. "H-h-hello ch-children," she stuttered. "I-I a-a-am y-y-your h-h-homeroom t-teacher. B-b-but I kn-kn-know th-that-"

"T-T-T-TODAY, TEACH!" Pierce Farms yelled. Everyone laughed. Except me, Violet and Quigley.

Ms. Kennard looked straight at Pierce, and then fled the room. The class was rolling in laughter.

I don't know how, but I was kind of upset about that. Either the room was really cold, she was really nervous, or she had a problem. Either way, I didn't think it was right to laugh at her.

I stood up. "That's not funny," I said. "Sure it is," Pierce Farms cried. "She's a stutter machine!"

I went out the door after Ms. Kennard. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"N-no," she stuttered. "My mouth-" I noticed she wasn't stuttering anymore.

She felt her tongue, and said, "What's going on? I was stuttering-" "You were probably just nervous," I said. "Come on. Let's go back inside."

She retook her place at her desk, and I went back to my seat.

"Sorry," she said. "Now, your first-period teacher will be Mr. Hawkins. Second period you have gym. Third period is Mrs. Mabel. Third period is-"

"M-M-Mr. Germaine," Pierce Farms taunted.

Everyone laughed a second time. Ms. Kennard flushed.

"Shut up, Pierce," Isadora said.

"Admit it Quagmire, its funny!" he cackled.

"What's funny is my fist down your throat, whaddya say?" she warned. Pierce swallowed and shut up.

After the rest of our teachers were announced, we were assigned lockers. I had a locker next to a hot girl named Summer Sanders.

Quigley spotted me putting books into my locker one day when he said, "Some guys have all the luck."

I turned. "What?" "You got a locker next to Summer Sanders, the hottest girl in school," he said.

I shrugged. "So? I have Jenny." Quigley smiled and headed to gym.

At gym, I got into the locker room and saw Pierce Farms duking it out with Quigley. They both had bloody noses and cuts on their mouths.

Pierce laid a fierce uppercut at him, and Quigley went flailing backwards. I caught him from the back, and stepped between the two.

"That's enough," I said. "What's going on here?"

"Your brother, Duncan, stole my Axe," Pierce said, giving Quigley a vicious look.

"Why would I steal yours when I have my own?" Quigley yelled, sporting a can and shaking it in Pierce's face.

Pierce shoved him away. "That's mine and you know it," he said threateningly. "After school, I'll teach you to put your grubby hands on my property."

Pierce turned to me. "If your brother doesn't give me my spray deodorant back right now, I'll have to take it from him by force."

I noticed he was holding something in his hand. A knife.

"If he resists, he'll be singing Slice and Dice, written and performed by Pierce Farms."

He changed into his gym clothes, and on his way out, I grabbed his shoulder. "Even if that is your Axe," I said boldly, "you better go nowhere near my brother with that knife. Taking back a self-acclaimed item, especially if it's unsure of the owner, is one thing. Killing a guy isn't."

He forced himself away and headed for the door. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled him back. "You kill my brother, and I'll go after you myself."

He looked at me a minute, then left, slamming the door.

I turned to Quigley. "You all right?" I asked.

He nodded and wiped some blood running down his nose. "Tell me what happened," I said.

"I set my Axe down on the floor, and when I got back, it was gone," he said. "I saw him holding the exact same can, that had my name on it, and I tried to get it back. He swung at me, and I swung back. Then I caught the can, and he swung at me again. I fell back when you caught me."

"Are you sure it's yours?" I asked. He showed me his own name encrypted on it.

I got dressed and we headed into the gym. There was the boys' half and girls' half usually, but today we were all together.

We even did stretches together. There're some things you're really excitable about, but don't really feel like talking about.

The day had finally ended, and on the way down the stairs leading outside, Pierce tripped Quigley.

He whipped out the knife and held it up to Quigley's face. "You have thirty days to return my Axe," he said. "I suggest getting saved."

Then Pierce left. My cell phone rang.

I answered it. It was Jenny. "Hi," I said. "What's up?" "I can't make it tonight," she said. "I know how you were going to sneak off campus, and I'll pick you up and we go see a movie, but I have to stay late."

Crap. I'd been planning this a while. We'd go see a movie and we'd hang out at her place a while.

"Oh, that's okay," I said. "Maybe this weekend?" "I'll try," she said. "See you, Dunn."

My date was canceled, my brother's life was being canceled, and life couldn't get any worse. Seriously. It couldn't get any worse.

Something had to be done. My father had always told me that in life, sometimes things were worth fighting for. My brother's life was definitely one of them, and Jenny and I hardly had time together. Something had to be done in that field, too.

My brother was in grave danger, and Jenny had no time for me. My personal life was probably going to crash soon, and possibly my brother's life as well.