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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 29, 2006 8:58:52 GMT -5
As I and J.B. were in our diving suits, holding the sugar bowl and commonplace book, I said to him, "Let's check on the underwater catalog, and D, if he is still alive." J.B. and I swam to the entrance of the underwater catalog, got in, and took off our diving helmets.
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Post by joker on Apr 29, 2006 9:32:53 GMT -5
"Wow," said J.B, for he had never been in the underwater catalog. He looked at all the items and shelves of information. "Jacques, you look over there for what youy needed, and-" he was cut off to see D lyong there, blood pouring down his red uniform. He had a harpoon sticking out of is gullet, and he still had his eyes open, but it was plain to see that he was dead. "Jacques, find what you need, quick. Hotel D might come crashing down any second!"
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 29, 2006 11:48:22 GMT -5
"Alright," I said to J.B., and I was racing towards the section on Communications. The room was lit with a bulb. There were file cabinets upon file cabinets, full of unread telegrams and coded communication sent by volunteers and villains alike. I went over to one file cabinet. "Commonplace to Coronations," I murmured, then went to the next a few cabinets away: "Dairy to Duchess," Hmm, I thought. Maybe this cabinet will have some information I need... But as I glanced over at the medium-sized table in the room, a typewriter lay nearby, as did a telegraph. I went over to the typewriter and read the letter that lay there:
Jacques,
If you are reading this letter, then that means you have found R's commonplace book; which has information pertaining to the Quagmire fire. I have worked with your sister for many years now. recently we had discovered something crucial; something vastly important that not even the Hotel Denouement may be safe any longer. I cannot tell you much more, my friend, for you have to find out alone. I have placed this secret inside a room of the Hotel Denouement, an underground room. In one of my filing cabinets, there is a letter received by me long ago, that talks about a key someone made if one wanted to see the room, I received this letter while designing the underground room. The person who wrote the letter offered to have his key lock the room. But he contacted me a few hours ago, stating that he had lost the key, I need you to retrieve it to unlock the secret evidence I had placed under the basement of the Hotel Denouement. In the threat of fire, the whole hotel might be destroyed, but the underground room would still be safe.
With all due respect, Dewey Denouement
P.S. Only J.S. knows.
I pocketed the letter, and decided to look in the specified file cabinet to look for the letter. But just as I headed over there, I heard a crash. I hurriedly looked around and saw an open file cabinet, with a lone file in it with a newspaper clipping: Quagmire Mansion Burns Down! I hurriedly took the article and put it in my briefcase, then got out of there as fast as I could. When I finally came to J.B., I saw the remains of the hotel fall into the lake. And as the fire raged toward us, We jumped into the taxi, putting everything we have retrieved into the glove compartment. We drove off.
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Post by joker on Apr 29, 2006 12:24:13 GMT -5
"Let me has a look at the telegraph D sent you," I say. I read it. "We have to find the key for the crucial information. J.S onlky knows, so perhaps we may require his help. I think the last time he contacted us was at Mediocre Barrier Reef, and that's where K was last night. Perhaps we';ll find them both, using F and F's new submarine. Driver, take us to Damocles Dock!" The taxi sped toward the nearest roure to Lake Lachrymose. In the rearview mirror, J.B adn Jacques say an exploding car- his car. "Oh no! That was my car! Who was driving it?" I wonder. Another taxi sped toward us, throught the smoke and flames, and stops, and Lemony gets out. "Whats he doing?" asks J.B. He looks back, and sees he bloddy and tangled body of Esme Squalor hung in the shrubbery, with Lemony walking towards her. "No! No! TYhey'll think you did it! No!" J.B and Jacques yell, but they know it was no use. Lemony runs back to his taxi, speeds down Doldrum Drive, the police in hot pursuit. "Oh, no!" cries J.B "No!" The taxi sped down the hill to the Lake Lachrymose, where F and F were waiting.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 29, 2006 12:28:16 GMT -5
We get out and run over to the dock. We see the submarine, and there wasn't anyone there. I knocked on the hatch, but no voice came or a saying of "password," It was empty. No one was there. I go to the glove compartment of the taxi, take everything out, including the things we gathered, and put them in my briefcase, and we head towards the submarine.
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Post by joker on Apr 29, 2006 14:18:55 GMT -5
"I guess, we could just go in," I say, and just walk in. The cildren are gone, and that is good and bad. Good because they aren't slaves anymore, bad because no one is there to make it go. "I guess we can always turn on the motor," J.B. says, and we just turned on the motor. (let's say that Olaf used the kids to be cruel and that there was a motor all the time) The submarine sets out to see, as Jacques and J.B plot their coarse to their goal....
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 29, 2006 14:23:33 GMT -5
I looked at the newspaper clipping I found in the underwater catalog. "Hey J.B., take a look at this newspaper clipping I found in the catalog. Newspapers aren't supposed to be in Room 384, the Communications room of the underwater catalog, it should be in Room 168, but strangely, it wasn't."
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Post by joker on Apr 29, 2006 14:28:47 GMT -5
"What? It must have a code in it! Quagmire Mansion Burned Down! Hmm, check for any clues. Maybe we can have K or J.S help us with this after we find the key." The submarine gently tolled on, and it took all night to get to Mediocre Barrier Reef.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 29, 2006 14:31:39 GMT -5
After the long night, we climbed out of the submarine, and we saw someone on a lone inflatable raft. It was my sister Kit. "Jacques?" she shouted, "What are you doing here? Is that you, J.B.?"
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Post by joker on Apr 29, 2006 14:38:02 GMT -5
"Yes! K! Are you alright? Where is J.S? We you have R's commonplace book! Where is Captain Widdershins? We have the sugar bowl!" HI climb out and jump onto the raft where Jacques and Kit are. They have a brunch set out, sloppily, sorta, and we begin to eat while answering questions.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 29, 2006 14:46:57 GMT -5
I bite onto a BLT sandwich while asking, "Who is J.S., besides me?"
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Post by joker on Apr 29, 2006 14:55:37 GMT -5
"Julio Sham- the real Julio Sham. The late Justice Strauss and Jerome Squalor were unknowingly hired by us to be decoys," says K, bting into a custard eclaire. "He will be meeting us shortly. Yes, you're probably wondering about that key." "Yes!" J.B and Jacques both cry. "Yes, we are! He will tell us, then?" "All in time, all in time," says K, looking out at the dawn's rays out on the horizon.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 29, 2006 15:06:42 GMT -5
As Kit was installing a portable motor only for rafts, me and J.B. read R's commonplace book, looking for the pages with the crucial evidence Dewey mentioned in his letter.
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Post by Strider on Apr 30, 2006 3:26:57 GMT -5
I changed the battery in my walkie talkie. "Jacques? Are you there? I then need you to deliver the book to the Hotel Preludio, where I will be waiting for you. Open the sugar bowl there, in the basement, then give the bowl, empty, to Olaf. You may die, but at least he will never get what is inside. Hello? Are you listening to me?" "Oh, I'm listening to you," said the sneer voice of Count Olaf on the other side of the talkie. "Damn!" I said, and decided not to talk in the talkie any more. "Get out of the car with your hands up," a policeman said. So I got out of the car, with my hands up, and ran. When I reached the Dock again, I jumped into a boat of my own, and headed towards Julio and the others. "Guys! The police are after me! Help me get on your raft!" They all reached out towards me, but not quickly enough. The Lachrymose Leeches were closing in. Then I jumped, jumped for all my life, and made it, but not before someone very important got pushed into the Lake. "JULIO!" we all shouted, but it was too late. The leeches had surrounded him. "Heel!" Julio ahouted, and the leeches stopped. He clambered back onto the raft, and resumed talking. "So, that's where I kept the key," he said, as if nothing had happened. All our mouths dropped open, except for Julio's. "What? He said. "The... the way you stopped those l..l..leeches," said Kit, shivering because she was so cold.
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Apr 30, 2006 6:16:01 GMT -5
"Alright, Lemony, this is our raft." He climbs into the raft. "Lemony," said our sister Kit. "Are you alright?" He nodded, "Yes, the police were after me. What's in the briefcase?" I looked at my briefcase and said, "Oh, the sugar bowl, R's commonplace book, a newspaper clipping of the Quagmire fire, and a telegramed letter from Dewey Denouement."
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