Post by lemonysinlaw on Dec 12, 2003 16:38:00 GMT -5
"Hector!" came a scream from a small, cavelike bedroom. "We're going to crash!"
"Of course we're not," Hector replied. He was busy making lunch. "We're six miles above--aaah!" He had taken a look outside. They were not six miles above ground--more like two. And getting closer to one.
Duncan sat calmly at the "kitchen" table writing in his notebook. "According to my calculations," he said finally, as Isadora came into the "kitchen", her face pale and her eyes watery, "we should reach land--"
"Don't you mean HIT land?" she screeched.
"hit...land in 5 minutes 48 seconds."
"Aah! Five minutes 48 seconds! Five minutes 48 seconds!" She ran around the kitchen table screaming like an idiot, and in five minutes, she fell on the table. "Forty-...eight...seconds. And counting."
She and Duncan counted down..."48, 47, 46, 45...30, 29, 28...11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5--"
BOOM! A crash came and the 3 people landed firmly on the ground. Duncan and the chair went sprawling. Hector's sandwiches went flying, and Isadora's notebook was in the snow in a quick five seconds.
"My notebook!" She ran into the snow after it. "Whoa!" She looked up. "Where are we?" Her face lit up in awe.
"Top of the Mortmain Mountains," Hector responded importantly. "Just as planned," he muttered to himself.
"What?" Duncan asked, confused. "I thought this was an SSMH."
"Yes." Hector grinned. "Simply Sailing for the Mountains, and Heading there."
"Clever," Isadora grinned. But her common sense took over. "Why have you taken us here? Where's Olaf? Aren't the Baudelaires here? We have to find them!" And she scrambled up into the nearest cave, Duncan at her heels.
"Wait!" Hector bellowed. "Don't go there."
A girl who looked about as old as them was standing inside the cave, along with a few more children. The first one looked as if to be the leader.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded in a voice that the Quagmires knew only too well. A voice that had teased them for three out of thirteen of their miserable years. The voice belonged to, (if you have read the Slippery Slope you know) Carmelita Spats. "What are you doing here," she repeated, "cakesniffers?!"
"We were uh...just...walking around..." Duncan said, in shock.
Hector rushed in, out of breath. "What--what--Carmelita!" He ran over and embraced her. Now the Quagmires, and all the Snowscouts were very confused. "My beautiful niece..." he murmured.
"I am beautiful," she agreed. "But the Snowscouts are...accomodating, basic, calm, darling, emblematic, frisky, grinning, human, innocent, jumping, kept, limited, meek, nap-loving, official, pretty, quarantined, recent, scheduled, tidy, understandable, victorious, wholesome, xylophone, young, and zippered, every morning, every afternoon, every night, and all day long!" they finished breathlessly.
"How can a person be xylophone?" Isadora had to put in.
EDIT: BYe everyone, I'm missing at my own wedding!
"Of course we're not," Hector replied. He was busy making lunch. "We're six miles above--aaah!" He had taken a look outside. They were not six miles above ground--more like two. And getting closer to one.
Duncan sat calmly at the "kitchen" table writing in his notebook. "According to my calculations," he said finally, as Isadora came into the "kitchen", her face pale and her eyes watery, "we should reach land--"
"Don't you mean HIT land?" she screeched.
"hit...land in 5 minutes 48 seconds."
"Aah! Five minutes 48 seconds! Five minutes 48 seconds!" She ran around the kitchen table screaming like an idiot, and in five minutes, she fell on the table. "Forty-...eight...seconds. And counting."
She and Duncan counted down..."48, 47, 46, 45...30, 29, 28...11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5--"
BOOM! A crash came and the 3 people landed firmly on the ground. Duncan and the chair went sprawling. Hector's sandwiches went flying, and Isadora's notebook was in the snow in a quick five seconds.
"My notebook!" She ran into the snow after it. "Whoa!" She looked up. "Where are we?" Her face lit up in awe.
"Top of the Mortmain Mountains," Hector responded importantly. "Just as planned," he muttered to himself.
"What?" Duncan asked, confused. "I thought this was an SSMH."
"Yes." Hector grinned. "Simply Sailing for the Mountains, and Heading there."
"Clever," Isadora grinned. But her common sense took over. "Why have you taken us here? Where's Olaf? Aren't the Baudelaires here? We have to find them!" And she scrambled up into the nearest cave, Duncan at her heels.
"Wait!" Hector bellowed. "Don't go there."
A girl who looked about as old as them was standing inside the cave, along with a few more children. The first one looked as if to be the leader.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded in a voice that the Quagmires knew only too well. A voice that had teased them for three out of thirteen of their miserable years. The voice belonged to, (if you have read the Slippery Slope you know) Carmelita Spats. "What are you doing here," she repeated, "cakesniffers?!"
"We were uh...just...walking around..." Duncan said, in shock.
Hector rushed in, out of breath. "What--what--Carmelita!" He ran over and embraced her. Now the Quagmires, and all the Snowscouts were very confused. "My beautiful niece..." he murmured.
"I am beautiful," she agreed. "But the Snowscouts are...accomodating, basic, calm, darling, emblematic, frisky, grinning, human, innocent, jumping, kept, limited, meek, nap-loving, official, pretty, quarantined, recent, scheduled, tidy, understandable, victorious, wholesome, xylophone, young, and zippered, every morning, every afternoon, every night, and all day long!" they finished breathlessly.
"How can a person be xylophone?" Isadora had to put in.
EDIT: BYe everyone, I'm missing at my own wedding!