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The Baudelaires were a bit apprehensive about eating with Olaf's troupe at first. From the outside, they were intimidating. Two white-faced woman, a long-nosed man, the hook-handed man, and a large androgynous person. Soon enough they found out they weren't as scary as they seemed. The hook-handed man was named Fernald, and he had a younger sister and an uncle whom he was going to visit soon. The long-nosed man was named Jonathan, and he loved to cook. He helped Olaf with the pasta, and he made it look so entertaining that the Baudelaires helped as well. The powdered women were twin sisters named Alice and Mel, and they were incredible actors, crying at will and fainting so realistically the Baudelaires almost wanted to call for medical assistance. The androgynous person was named Sky, and they explained to the Baudelaires about how they were agender, or in other words, neither male nor female.

Dinner was finally ready, and the Baudelaires watered at the mouth as they smelled the rich pasta sauce. The meal was filled with laughter and conversation, and when they were done, the Baudelaires were instructed to go upstairs while the adults drank wine. The Baudelaires didn't mind, as they had each other to talk to, as well as Justice Strauss' books.

"Olaf's troupe is very diverse," Klaus commented as the trio read. "I didn't think he was a very social person, but I suppose everyone wants at least one friend to talk to." Violet nodded.

"I agree. I thought Olaf was much more quiet. I'm also surprised that he's an actor. I think he suits his role as a count more than his role as an actor." The siblings returned to reading, and silence settled over them. They could hear the adults laughing downstairs. The three hoped they would drink responsibly.

Soon enough Sunny was nodding off, struggling to keep her eyes open so she could spend more time awake with her siblings. Violet noticed her sister fighting to stay awake, and closed her book.

"Klaus, I think it's time to go to sleep," she suggested. Klaus yawned and nodded in agreement. He stood up and stretched, bid his sisters good night, and left the room. Violet lay a now asleep Sunny down on her bed, then changed and went to sleep as well.

The next week with Olaf was amazing. The Baudelaires helped Olaf with many of his chores: chopping wood, mopping the floor, dusting the paintings of eyes, cooking dinner. They frequently made trips to Justice Strauss' house to retrieve and return books. Olaf's troupe occasionally visited, but they weren't as loud as they had been the first night. Life was much more pleasant than the trio had expected it to be.

One day while Olaf was away, the Baudelaires received a phone call from none other than Mr. Poe. The banker sounded relieved that the children were enjoying their time with the Count, and the children were relieved that the man didn't ask too many questions. They were about to hang up, until he asked one last question:

"Children, could you come down to the bank? It's not very busy about now, and I'd like to talk some more about your experience. The phone needs to be open for calls, and I have more questions for you. I'm sure Olaf would understand if I told him I called you down." The Baudelaires hesitated. Olaf told them not to leave the house while he was gone, and they didn't want to destroy the relationship they were building with him. Mr. Poe insisted they come down, and they finally gave in.

"I'm glad you children are feeling relaxed in your new environment. I wasn't sure, as Olaf doesn't have any children of his own, nor a partner. Not to mention his house is quite a downsize from your parents' mansion," Poe explained as he searched through his files, the Baudelaire children seated in front of him.

"Well, the house size definitely isn't a problem," Violet assured him. "And Olaf must have a knack for parenting. We enjoy living with him very much, and we enjoy the house and the neighbourhood." Though Violet was mostly trying to reassure the banker, she was also telling the truth. The siblings loved the house and the people around it, as well as the people in the house.

Mr. Poe sighed, pulling a file from one of the cabinets. "That's what I was going to tell you about, children. Olaf is an avid traveller. He does it all the time, and has been to many countries. Lately the travelling has been slowed because of his growing careers as a count and an actor. This summer he saved up enough money to start travelling again, and he wants to take you with him." The Baudelaires were excited at the thought of travelling all over the country. They'd never ventured much farther than the edge of the city. They all opened their mouths to ask questions, but Mr. Poe began instead.

"Your parents weren't sure if they wanted you travelling across the country with a relative they haven't seen in a while, but Olaf was persistent, so you'll be going. Now, I wasn't supposed to tell you all this, but I felt I should. You're to be going in another week. Is that alright with you three?"

The Baudelaires were definitely okay with it. They were eager to see the country and explore what lay beyond the confines of the city.

"Of course!" Cried Violet.

"Definitely!" Replied Klaus.

"Gochuka!" Yelled Sunny.

Mr. Poe chuckled. "No need to be so loud, children! I'll tell your parents and Count Olaf right away! You'd better start packing."

It was at that time Mr. Poe received a phone call from a very angry customer, and the Baudelaires decided to leave. The last thing they heard was the customer screaming about my son wants a goddamn account and you'll be giving him one whether he's six years old or not!

The Baudelaires are quietly as Count Olaf finished the call. He sat down at the table, and looked at each of the children. He gave a half-hearted smile.

"I'm glad you accepted my invitation to travel with me. I do wish Mr. Poe hadn't spoiled it, though." The Baudelaires glanced at each other. Olaf seemed unhappy, an uncharacteristic expression on the man's face.

"Are you alright Olaf?" Violet asked. She didn't like seeing their kind guardian upset. Klaus and Sunny gave him worried looks, and Olaf finally sighed.

"Oh children, I just wish you hadn't left the house like that. Whether Mr. Poe is your friend or not, I specifically told you not to leave the house. I understand that his office is only a few blocks or so from the house, but I was trusting you to do what I asked. Please think more carefully about what you're doing, Baudelaires."

The children sat silently. They'd been reprimanded by their parents before, but with Olaf it felt different. They'd disappointed the gentle, caring man who acted as if the three children could do nothing wrong. Violet regretted giving in to Poe's insistence. Klaus regretted encouraging his sister to agree. Sunny regretted not reminding her siblings about Olaf's instructions. She also regretted trying to eat the napkins during lunch, because now she had a bit of a stomach ache.

"We're sorry Olaf," Klaus apologized. "We should have listened." Olaf only leaned back and sighed.

"It's okay, children. I just hope you understand what you did wrong." His voice dropped to a quiet murmur. "You could have died out there."

The Baudelaires suddenly felt the weight of the issue, the real seriousness. They wanted to apologize more and more, but Olaf simply sent them off to bed early. Violet and Klaus felt more sorry than their sister, since Sunny was only a baby. Violet quietly explained how serious the situation was to Sunny in their bedroom, and soon enough Sunny felt almost as terrible as her siblings. Eventually they all fell asleep, unhappy for the first time since arriving at Olaf's door.

There we go! Chapter four!

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