Post by champ103 on Feb 21, 2005 13:23:02 GMT -5
Chapter Ten Continied
‘Why would she do that?’ Violet asked. ‘The Snickets and the Quagmires are on the same side of the schism, surely?’
‘Yes, they are,’ Quigley replied. ‘But it shows, even though they are on the so-called noble side of the schism, they can do evil things.’
‘If I may ask,’ Klaus asked. ‘What did you parents to that made Rowena burn down the Quagmire mansion?’
‘I don’t know,’ Quigley replied. Jacques didn’t say.’
‘Well if Kit Snicket knows you’re friends with us,’ Violet said. ‘Then she might give you a chance.’
‘Miabud!’ Sunny cried, which probably meant something along the lines of ‘and she wouldn’t turn against us!’ Klaus nodded.
‘Of course she wouldn’t,’ he agreed, and stood up from his chair. ‘I think we need to start moving before Olaf activates his plan.’ Violet nodded and stood up as well. ‘We’ll need to get past those snow scouts again, and into the Control Room,’ she explained. ‘But we only have three masks. Perhaps we should stay huddled up, and Sunny can crawl between our feet.’ Quigley nodded, and stood up himself, as Sunny Baudelaire followed her siblings. In seconds, they were in disguise once more, huddled up, and Sunny clambered around in between. They left the Flying Library, giving one comforting look back, and ended up in the group of the snow scouts again.
‘It’s you again!’ cried a girl with red hair. ‘Did you find anything? Perhaps a Baudelaire?’
‘No, not at all,’ Violet replied, lowering her voice.
‘That’s awful strange,’ the girl replied. ‘You spent so long in there, you Baudebrat!’ She flung off her mask, and revealed that it was Carmelita Spats, still clutching her clarinet. Klaus frowned.
‘Carmelita, you’re mistaken,’ he replied. ‘I think you might have hit your head.’
‘Don’t mess with me, bookworm!’ Carmelita growled. ‘Hooky told us we couldn’t find you, and we said we were suspicious of you, and now we’re sure! Aha! We’re going to take you back to Olaf, and grill you!’
‘Wotwedo?’ Sunny asked, down by their feet.
‘Run to the Control Room,’ Klaus muttered. ‘Now.’ In seconds, they started rushing through the crowd. The snow scouts tried to grab them, but the Baudelaires managed to struggle free towards the door. Violet grabbed onto the handle, and twisted it, so the door opened, and they tumbled inside to a shocked Kit.
‘Shut the door!’ Quigley cried, as Violet nodded and pushed it shut, pushing on it so the snow scouts couldn’t open it. Klaus helped, but Sunny remained forward, knowing her small weight wouldn’t help them. Kit gasped.
‘Baudelaires, you’re safe!’ she cried, picking up Sunny and giving her a hug. ‘Pa’s been taken by Olaf, I don’t know what to do, and…who is that?’ she asked, looking at Quigley.
‘This is Quigley Quagmire,’ Violet explained. ‘He knows what your mother did, but he wants you to give him another chance. He never did anything at all anyway, he did nothing wrong.’ Kit glared at him.
‘I know who he is,’ Kit replied. ‘I saw him at Monty’s house. I received the telegram message for him. I don’t care what his family did anymore. Not at the moment, my minds all messed up. All I care about it where my father is. We have to go and save him.’ Violet shook her head.
‘Olaf will probably take him to the Hotel Denouement,’ she explained. ‘We can’t risk our lives as well. If anything, we have to keep ourselves in here. Perhaps I could invent a lock, so that Olaf or the snow scouts can’t get in.’
‘And quickly!’ Quigley cried, frustrated, rushing to help Violet with the door. Klaus relaxed as Quigley took his place and frowned.
‘Kit,’ he said. ‘Is the telegram device over there working? Can we use it?’ Kit nodded.
‘Yes, you can,’ she replied, but then frowned. ‘Why would you want to?’
‘If V.F.D has other planes,’ Klaus explained. ‘Perhaps we can get them to come and save us, and take Olaf away.’ Kit shrugged.
‘It’s worth a try,’ she replied. ‘But no one would be able to reach us fast enough. Think of how long it’s taken us to get this far: Olaf will probably take his plan forward before they have the chance to save us.’ Klaus looked down at the floor, and his eyes were very sad.
‘I don’t know what to do,’ Klaus explained. ‘Olaf’s probably going to come and throw us off the plane at any minute, and we have nothing that can stop him.’
‘Not quite!’ came a voice from the room, and everyone’s attention turned to Violet Baudelaire, who was clutching a homemade lock in her hands. She quickly attached it to the doorknob, and everyone stood away from the door.
‘It was quite easy, really,’ she explained. ‘Once I created a force that can only be returned by dislocating the paths of the lock.’
‘Let me in!’ cried the voice of Count Olaf, pounding his dirty fists against the door. Klaus frantically looked around. Count Olaf was probably going to put his plan into action, and he knew a telegram could somehow save them. He tried to think of people he knew who could perhaps save them, or at least acknowledge that they needed help.
‘Kit!’ he cried, grinning. ‘I need to send a message to Rowena!’ Kit shook her head.
‘I don’t know where she is!’ Kit said. ‘It’s hopeless.’
‘Let me in!’ Count Olaf cried. ‘Now!’ Violet trembled as Olaf’s booming voice came from the other side of the door, and quickly scooped Sunny up off the floor for comfort.
‘What do we do?’ Quigley cried frantically, looking around.
‘Tupyats!’ Sunny screeched. Violet shook her head.
‘We can’t just wait here, Sunny,’ she replied. ‘We’ll starve if Count Olaf keeps this up! He’ll find a way to get through the door.’
There was a piercing noise as metal hit metal, and scraped through the door, just like Sunny’s teeth had. A hook made a hole in the door, and started waving around in fury at the Baudelaires, Quigley and Kit.
‘Perhaps if we let them take us,’ Klaus whispered, hoping that Count Olaf couldn’t hear them. ‘And then we sneak out.’
‘They’ll keep a close eye on us, and probably keep us in their clutch,’ Kit explained. ‘But I can’t think of anything else to do. Violet, can you invent something?’
‘I don’t think so,’ she replied, as the hook started whacking at the hinges, and the door began swinging in its place. ‘Not in time! Klaus, haven’t you read anything about this?’
‘About escaping planes from hook-handed foe?’ he replied. ‘I doubt it! Sunny, Quigley, Kit? What do we do?’
‘I don’t know!’ Kit cried.
‘I don’t know!’ Quigley shrieked.
‘Donada!’ Sunny yelled.
The door burst open, and swung across the floor, as Violet gave a scream, and the five friends stepped back in dismay.
‘Nice plan,’ Count Olaf replied,’ but your little lock is nothing compared to Count Olaf!’ The hook-handed man frowned, and waved his hook in front of the count’s face.
‘But I did it!’ he cried. Count Olaf turned and glared at the troupe member.
‘However,’ he continued, turning back. ‘Our plan is fool proof. We’ve tried getting the fortune with all of you, and tried with one of you. You always get in the way and defeat our plans. So we’re going to get it with none of you!’ Klaus couldn’t help but grin.
‘You can’t inherit our fortune without us!’ he cried triumphantly.
‘Oh?’ Count Olaf asked. ‘Well, when you three are deceased, your blood dripping from this plane like a tap, your huge fortune must go somewhere. And when we kidnap Mr. Poe, and threaten him with his life, then I’m sure he’ll be more then glad to give it over to us! And in the process of this magnificent plan, we’re getting rid of two more volunteers!’ Count Olaf began to laugh, but then his eyes widened.
‘Where did the Quagmire brat come from?’ he asked, his grin turning to a frown. He shrugged. ‘I suppose if it’s getting rid of another bratty volunteer, it’s all good!’ He began roaring with laughter, the hook-handed man following in his tracks.
‘So we’re going to leave now, and leave you five on the Hindenburger!’ the hook-handed man yelled.
‘We’re taking Jake with us, you see,’ Count Olaf explained. ‘He could pilot you to safety, and we don’t want that to happen, do we?’ The hook-handed man shook his hand.
‘Oh no we don’t, boss!’ he cried. ‘But we’re not going to just leave you on a plane! We have a little goodbye present! Carmelita, come here with the hose!’ Carmelita then skipped through, still clutching her clarinet in one hand, and a hosepipe in the other.
‘We’ve decided to let you burn, Baudelaires,’ Count Olaf hissed. ‘The gas from this hosepipe will reach the small fire we’ve started in the entrence hall, and when that happens….’
‘Bang bang, Baudelaires!’ Carmelita cried grinning, putting down the hose and the clarinet to clap.
‘Goodbye!’ Count Olaf said with a small wave, grinning evilly, his eyes shining and his one eyebrow narrowed. Kit frowned, her face turned red, and she quickly rushed forward, past Count Olaf. The Baudelaires and Quigley stumbled, but followed as Count Olaf started running after her.
‘Father!’ she cried, arriving through the kitchen and into the entrance hall. The Baudelaires continued to follow, and saw the helicopter ready to take flight, Olaf’s troupe already inside, along with the man with the beard but no hair and the woman with the hair but no beard. Geraldine Julienne was clutching Jake Snicket around the throat as they took him back into the helicopter.
‘Kit!’ he cried, his voice very hoarse. ‘Make your way to safety. I’ll see you at the hotel!’ With that, he was flung back into the helicopter, as the propellers started to spin, and the Baudelaires rushed back as it slowly flew away. The children stood silently by Kit for a few seconds, as the helicopter flew off into the distance, and gave a sigh.
‘Why would she do that?’ Violet asked. ‘The Snickets and the Quagmires are on the same side of the schism, surely?’
‘Yes, they are,’ Quigley replied. ‘But it shows, even though they are on the so-called noble side of the schism, they can do evil things.’
‘If I may ask,’ Klaus asked. ‘What did you parents to that made Rowena burn down the Quagmire mansion?’
‘I don’t know,’ Quigley replied. Jacques didn’t say.’
‘Well if Kit Snicket knows you’re friends with us,’ Violet said. ‘Then she might give you a chance.’
‘Miabud!’ Sunny cried, which probably meant something along the lines of ‘and she wouldn’t turn against us!’ Klaus nodded.
‘Of course she wouldn’t,’ he agreed, and stood up from his chair. ‘I think we need to start moving before Olaf activates his plan.’ Violet nodded and stood up as well. ‘We’ll need to get past those snow scouts again, and into the Control Room,’ she explained. ‘But we only have three masks. Perhaps we should stay huddled up, and Sunny can crawl between our feet.’ Quigley nodded, and stood up himself, as Sunny Baudelaire followed her siblings. In seconds, they were in disguise once more, huddled up, and Sunny clambered around in between. They left the Flying Library, giving one comforting look back, and ended up in the group of the snow scouts again.
‘It’s you again!’ cried a girl with red hair. ‘Did you find anything? Perhaps a Baudelaire?’
‘No, not at all,’ Violet replied, lowering her voice.
‘That’s awful strange,’ the girl replied. ‘You spent so long in there, you Baudebrat!’ She flung off her mask, and revealed that it was Carmelita Spats, still clutching her clarinet. Klaus frowned.
‘Carmelita, you’re mistaken,’ he replied. ‘I think you might have hit your head.’
‘Don’t mess with me, bookworm!’ Carmelita growled. ‘Hooky told us we couldn’t find you, and we said we were suspicious of you, and now we’re sure! Aha! We’re going to take you back to Olaf, and grill you!’
‘Wotwedo?’ Sunny asked, down by their feet.
‘Run to the Control Room,’ Klaus muttered. ‘Now.’ In seconds, they started rushing through the crowd. The snow scouts tried to grab them, but the Baudelaires managed to struggle free towards the door. Violet grabbed onto the handle, and twisted it, so the door opened, and they tumbled inside to a shocked Kit.
‘Shut the door!’ Quigley cried, as Violet nodded and pushed it shut, pushing on it so the snow scouts couldn’t open it. Klaus helped, but Sunny remained forward, knowing her small weight wouldn’t help them. Kit gasped.
‘Baudelaires, you’re safe!’ she cried, picking up Sunny and giving her a hug. ‘Pa’s been taken by Olaf, I don’t know what to do, and…who is that?’ she asked, looking at Quigley.
‘This is Quigley Quagmire,’ Violet explained. ‘He knows what your mother did, but he wants you to give him another chance. He never did anything at all anyway, he did nothing wrong.’ Kit glared at him.
‘I know who he is,’ Kit replied. ‘I saw him at Monty’s house. I received the telegram message for him. I don’t care what his family did anymore. Not at the moment, my minds all messed up. All I care about it where my father is. We have to go and save him.’ Violet shook her head.
‘Olaf will probably take him to the Hotel Denouement,’ she explained. ‘We can’t risk our lives as well. If anything, we have to keep ourselves in here. Perhaps I could invent a lock, so that Olaf or the snow scouts can’t get in.’
‘And quickly!’ Quigley cried, frustrated, rushing to help Violet with the door. Klaus relaxed as Quigley took his place and frowned.
‘Kit,’ he said. ‘Is the telegram device over there working? Can we use it?’ Kit nodded.
‘Yes, you can,’ she replied, but then frowned. ‘Why would you want to?’
‘If V.F.D has other planes,’ Klaus explained. ‘Perhaps we can get them to come and save us, and take Olaf away.’ Kit shrugged.
‘It’s worth a try,’ she replied. ‘But no one would be able to reach us fast enough. Think of how long it’s taken us to get this far: Olaf will probably take his plan forward before they have the chance to save us.’ Klaus looked down at the floor, and his eyes were very sad.
‘I don’t know what to do,’ Klaus explained. ‘Olaf’s probably going to come and throw us off the plane at any minute, and we have nothing that can stop him.’
‘Not quite!’ came a voice from the room, and everyone’s attention turned to Violet Baudelaire, who was clutching a homemade lock in her hands. She quickly attached it to the doorknob, and everyone stood away from the door.
‘It was quite easy, really,’ she explained. ‘Once I created a force that can only be returned by dislocating the paths of the lock.’
‘Let me in!’ cried the voice of Count Olaf, pounding his dirty fists against the door. Klaus frantically looked around. Count Olaf was probably going to put his plan into action, and he knew a telegram could somehow save them. He tried to think of people he knew who could perhaps save them, or at least acknowledge that they needed help.
‘Kit!’ he cried, grinning. ‘I need to send a message to Rowena!’ Kit shook her head.
‘I don’t know where she is!’ Kit said. ‘It’s hopeless.’
‘Let me in!’ Count Olaf cried. ‘Now!’ Violet trembled as Olaf’s booming voice came from the other side of the door, and quickly scooped Sunny up off the floor for comfort.
‘What do we do?’ Quigley cried frantically, looking around.
‘Tupyats!’ Sunny screeched. Violet shook her head.
‘We can’t just wait here, Sunny,’ she replied. ‘We’ll starve if Count Olaf keeps this up! He’ll find a way to get through the door.’
There was a piercing noise as metal hit metal, and scraped through the door, just like Sunny’s teeth had. A hook made a hole in the door, and started waving around in fury at the Baudelaires, Quigley and Kit.
‘Perhaps if we let them take us,’ Klaus whispered, hoping that Count Olaf couldn’t hear them. ‘And then we sneak out.’
‘They’ll keep a close eye on us, and probably keep us in their clutch,’ Kit explained. ‘But I can’t think of anything else to do. Violet, can you invent something?’
‘I don’t think so,’ she replied, as the hook started whacking at the hinges, and the door began swinging in its place. ‘Not in time! Klaus, haven’t you read anything about this?’
‘About escaping planes from hook-handed foe?’ he replied. ‘I doubt it! Sunny, Quigley, Kit? What do we do?’
‘I don’t know!’ Kit cried.
‘I don’t know!’ Quigley shrieked.
‘Donada!’ Sunny yelled.
The door burst open, and swung across the floor, as Violet gave a scream, and the five friends stepped back in dismay.
‘Nice plan,’ Count Olaf replied,’ but your little lock is nothing compared to Count Olaf!’ The hook-handed man frowned, and waved his hook in front of the count’s face.
‘But I did it!’ he cried. Count Olaf turned and glared at the troupe member.
‘However,’ he continued, turning back. ‘Our plan is fool proof. We’ve tried getting the fortune with all of you, and tried with one of you. You always get in the way and defeat our plans. So we’re going to get it with none of you!’ Klaus couldn’t help but grin.
‘You can’t inherit our fortune without us!’ he cried triumphantly.
‘Oh?’ Count Olaf asked. ‘Well, when you three are deceased, your blood dripping from this plane like a tap, your huge fortune must go somewhere. And when we kidnap Mr. Poe, and threaten him with his life, then I’m sure he’ll be more then glad to give it over to us! And in the process of this magnificent plan, we’re getting rid of two more volunteers!’ Count Olaf began to laugh, but then his eyes widened.
‘Where did the Quagmire brat come from?’ he asked, his grin turning to a frown. He shrugged. ‘I suppose if it’s getting rid of another bratty volunteer, it’s all good!’ He began roaring with laughter, the hook-handed man following in his tracks.
‘So we’re going to leave now, and leave you five on the Hindenburger!’ the hook-handed man yelled.
‘We’re taking Jake with us, you see,’ Count Olaf explained. ‘He could pilot you to safety, and we don’t want that to happen, do we?’ The hook-handed man shook his hand.
‘Oh no we don’t, boss!’ he cried. ‘But we’re not going to just leave you on a plane! We have a little goodbye present! Carmelita, come here with the hose!’ Carmelita then skipped through, still clutching her clarinet in one hand, and a hosepipe in the other.
‘We’ve decided to let you burn, Baudelaires,’ Count Olaf hissed. ‘The gas from this hosepipe will reach the small fire we’ve started in the entrence hall, and when that happens….’
‘Bang bang, Baudelaires!’ Carmelita cried grinning, putting down the hose and the clarinet to clap.
‘Goodbye!’ Count Olaf said with a small wave, grinning evilly, his eyes shining and his one eyebrow narrowed. Kit frowned, her face turned red, and she quickly rushed forward, past Count Olaf. The Baudelaires and Quigley stumbled, but followed as Count Olaf started running after her.
‘Father!’ she cried, arriving through the kitchen and into the entrance hall. The Baudelaires continued to follow, and saw the helicopter ready to take flight, Olaf’s troupe already inside, along with the man with the beard but no hair and the woman with the hair but no beard. Geraldine Julienne was clutching Jake Snicket around the throat as they took him back into the helicopter.
‘Kit!’ he cried, his voice very hoarse. ‘Make your way to safety. I’ll see you at the hotel!’ With that, he was flung back into the helicopter, as the propellers started to spin, and the Baudelaires rushed back as it slowly flew away. The children stood silently by Kit for a few seconds, as the helicopter flew off into the distance, and gave a sigh.