A/N: Hello, anyone who might be reading this. I'm sorry it took me such a long time to update this. Things have gotten busy all of a sudden. I'm sorry if this chapter is not as good or as humorous as the others. I'm just kind of trying to get this story finished.

Time seemed to stand still. Aunt Josephine was surrounded by some real dangers. A black bear was munching on a chocolate bar in a cage quite near to her. What if the animal threw the wrapper at her and gave her a paper cut? The random guy she had just fallen in love with was somewhat plump and was wearing a button-down shirt. What if the pressure was too much for the shirt, and one of the buttons suddenly popped off and hit her? But these were nothing compared to the danger right in front of her. The very thing she had dreaded so long had found her at last. She always knew that the author would never let her be happy. She didn't know what else to do, so she just squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block him out. She didn't want to see what terrible things he would do to her.

"Yes I was just looking for the place where I can buy a lollipop? I taked notice of your zoo uniform, and I thought maybe you could help me," Olaf said.

Josephine warily opened her eyes. It seemed that he didn't recognize her. In any case she was relieved enough to correct his grammar. "I believe you meant to say that you took notice of my zoo uniform," she said tentatively.

The plastic-looking grin he was wearing faltered slightly. He cleared his throat. "Of course, I'm terribly sorry. You see, I... I just love lollipops so much that when I talk about them my grammar just... flies out the window." His expression turned a little more sinister when he said, "out the window."

Josephine was eager to make Olaf leave. "Well, the zoo cafeteria is just down the path a little ways. Take a right in front of this building, then a left, then a right, and you should be there. The cafeteria sells lollipops, ice cream, and many other delicious things," she said. She desperately hoped her directions were accurate. She'd studied her zoo map earlier this morning, but she still didn't really know her way around.

Count Olaf looked delighted. "Oh, thank you very much! Maybe afterwards I'll stop by the gift shop and get a stuffed monkey!"

Aunt Jo gave a sigh of relief when she heard Olaf go out the door. She turned to her newfound love interest. "That man who was just here is evil. He tried to kill me in the past. Please, help me get away from him! Oh goodness, I don't even know your name! You may call me Amelie for now. What's your name?" Josephine asked breathlessly.

The random man was worried for her. "My name is, uh, Ial," he chuckled after he said this, which made Josephine wonder if he was related to one of the Poes. "He tried to kill you? Of course I'll help you. Even better, I'll make sure he never bothers you again! Come on!" He grabbed her arm and ran with her down to the zoo cafeteria. The place was practically devoid of people, so it was easy to spot the Count sitting in a corner, hungrily licking a lollipop. They angrily strode over to him.

Being with Ial was giving Aunt Jo a new sense of confidence. With him by her side, she felt as if she could face the end of the world, let alone an evil man with a unibrow.

Olaf looked up as Ial jabbed a fat finger in his face. Ial yelled out for everyone to hear, "OLAF! I'm taking you down! You've hurt too many people for you to walk this earth any longer!"

Olaf's eyes shone brighter. Quite calmly he said, "Taking me down, are you now? Well Flacutono, I think this little charade has gone on far enough. Leading poor, wittle Auntie Josephine on, eh? Why don't you tell her who you really are?"

Josephine trembled. Olaf did recognize her then. "Ial dear, what is he talking about?" She asked him nervously.

Ial smirked at her, as if laughing at her stupidity. "Sorry babe, he's right. I'm not who you think I am. Oh, and quit calling me Ial ok? That's the stupidest name I've ever heard! I just made those letters up to stand for, 'I Am Lying."' With that he grabbed on to his blonde wig and peeled it off with a sickening sound to reveal a shiny bald head underneath. His long, hooked nose confirmed that he was indeed Olaf's loyal, bald-headed henchman.

Josephine felt sick. For the love of grammar, he was bald? That was another one of her fears she had encountered today.