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Chapter Six:

The One When Olaf Shows His Vile Face

“Ah, Prufrock Preparatory School,” Olaf hissed parking his car. He turned to his henchmen. “This is going to be a breeze,”

“I don’t know boss,” the Hook-Handed Man replied, “it seems like a big school...won’t we get lost,”

“The school hasn’t changed a bit,” Olaf replied smirking.

“Oh, you attended Prufrock?” the bald man asked.

“I’m impressed,” the hook-handed man commented.

“You should be,” Olaf bragged. “My IQ has been measured in the upper double digits. No, this trip is more than just a chance to seize two bratty children and also their enormous fortune...it’s a homecoming .” he smiled a wicked smile. “If only Snicket were here to feel the pride that I am feeling but...he won’t be messing up any more of my plans.”

“Yeah, you sure showed him, boss,”

“Of course I did,” Olaf replied laughing. “I mean it makes sense that it was Snicket saving those Baudebrats. Like the bookworm and the biting brat could ever survive me on their own. We’ll just swoop in, grab them, and leave,” he said as he started walking towards the front entrance.

“Uh, boss,” the hook-handed man said pointing a hook at the advanced computer.

Olaf stopped dead in his tracks, growling. He watched as students stopped in front of the machine and waited until it said, “this is not Count Olaf,” in its robotic tone. “ Curses!” Olaf yells. “This...is going to be harder than I thought. But whatever. I will just conjure up a new disguise and then I will swoop in, grab them, and leave,”

“What do we do now, though?” the bald man asked.

“The same thing that got me through high school,” Olaf said walking towards the athletic field. “We find a safe place to hide,”

His two henchmen looked at one another and then towards him, following him quickly as the henchperson of indeterminate gender went to park the car in order to hide it.

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Larry ran from the lunchroom to the library. “I have to get that fucking book back,” he told himself. “The secrets of VFD are in there,”

He reached the door of the library and gave a low growl when he realized that it was locked. Why is the library closed during school hours? He asked himself but shrugged it off. It didn’t matter right now, what mattered was the assignment that Jacquelyn had given him. “Just remember what you learned in lock-picking school,” he told himself. “You simply have to break into this library, get the book, give it to Lemony’s daughter, quit your job as a lunch lady, then you never ever have to come back to this wretched school again,” he told himself as he frantically tried to lock pick the library door. “Unless it’s a reunion, of course.”

“You’re breaking into that building,” a voice behind him called out. He turned to see the rather rude little girl that had demanded.

“Uh, no. I’m not,” He stuttered. “I mean it’s okay. I’m a grown-up,”

“I’m telling Nero,” Carmelita said walking towards Larry.

“You don’t have to do that,”

“All I have to do is scream and he’ll fire you on the spot,”

“I don’t care about this job…” Larry said annoyed. “I just need to get a book from the library,”

Carmelita screamed in response. Larry just looked at the young girl annoyed. He turned to the library door, which was still locked. Carmelita continued to scream.

“Dammit,” he said as he began to run away from Carmelita hoping that no one had seen him. He’ll have to find a way back there later.

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After dinner, the five children had walked to Nero’s concert and as Duncan and Isadora had promised Violet and her siblings, there was a secret way to exit his concert without being detected. The other students and faculty were none the wiser that the five orphans had left the auditorium and were now sitting in the Orphan Shack. Although they were more talkative than they had been at dinner, Violet and Klaus still seemed a million miles away.

“So...is it weird finding out you two are related?” Isadora asked trying to break the awkward silence that filled the Orphan Shack.

Violet and Klaus both looked at her. Klaus shrugged his shoulders. “It’s...weird,” he said trying to choose his words carefully as to not insult Violet. “But...I do believe it’s a good thing,”

“It’s...different,” Violet answered sitting down next to Isadora on a hay bale. “But...I mean...I love it,”

“It must be great...to gain something after losing so much,” Duncan commented frowning.

“My brother and I are happy for you guys,” Isadora explained quickly. “We truly are,”

“And we’re sorry for your loss…” Violet said. “I don’t mean to be braggy about the whole sibling thing...I just…”

“No…” Duncan said realizing what he said was being interpreted incorrectly. “I just meant...I am happy for you. You’re allowed to be happy, Violet. You have a brother and sister… you’re not being braggy at all.”

Violet nodded her head as she made a mental note to chill out when the Quagmires were around. She hadn’t realized that her parading around about having siblings might remind them that they had lost Quigley.

Randomly Isadora started laughing.

“What?” Sunny asked.

“I was just thinking about what Violet’s name would be had she never been separated from y’all,”

Violet started laughing. “Violet...Baudelaire?” she started laughing too. “I mean...it does have a nice ring to it...but it just doesn’t sound right. Violet Malina Baudelaire…” she stuck out her tongue. “I’m not feeling it. I’m a Snicket through and through.”

Klaus and Sunny laughed. “Klaus Snicket…?” she said aloud. “Sunny Snicket?”

Klaus and Sunny looked at her confused.

“Oh...I was just seeing what your names would sound like if...my father had married our mother…”

Klaus slowly nodded his head.

“No offense...to your father, I’m sure he was a good man…” Violet said.

“He was a good man. He would’ve raised you as his own...if given the opportunity,” Klaus explained. “I know I might sound crazy but I think my parents were like deeply hurt by your...disappearance, I guess we can call it…”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe it’s hindsight or I’m overthinking everything but...they just acted differently sometimes and I never understood it until now,” Klaus replied.

“I don’t follow,”

“Well...for starters, Mother only called me her eldest...once...and that was when I made the promise to protect Sunny,” Klaus replied as Violet smiled. “They...didn’t forget about you...they didn’t mention you to me...but...you weren’t forgotten,”

“Thank you,” Violet said smiling. She didn’t know how to feel entirely. On one hand, she was happy to hear that her mother had never forgotten about her but on the other hand, she wondered why she hadn’t tried to look for her.

Isadora noticed the expression on Violet’s face, “These noisy shoes are amazing, Violet,” she mentioned.

“Thank you. It was nothing,” Violet replied blushing.

“Get a room,” Sunny said laughing.

“Honestly, Isa is right,” Duncan said. “With these, we just need to stand up. No more tap dancing,”

Violet smiled as she untied her hair. When she said it was nothing, she wasn’t lying. Violet’s inventive skills came to her easily and when she had found pieces of metal behind the cafeteria she immediately had the idea to use them to fashion five pairs of noisy shoes. Three for her and her siblings and two for the Quagmires whenever they visited the Orphan Shack.

The problem of the tan fungus, however, was yet to be solved. With Duncan’s help, Klaus had found a book on fungus in the library and had read that salt might make this particular fungus shrivel up. The Quagmires had distracted some of the masked cafeteria workers by dropping their trays on the ground, and while Nero yelled at them for making a mess, Violet and Klaus slipped three salt shakers into their pockets while Sunny kept watch. Now, during Nero’s concert, the five children were sitting on the bales of hay, trying to toss salt onto the fungus. Going back to talking about their day as they had before dinner time.

Isadora stood up. “Okay, so I’ve been working on a poem about Count Olaf,”

“Ew,” Sunny commented.

“Ew, indeed, Sunshine,” Isadora agreed. “But I’m having trouble coming up with words to describe him,”

“Well he sounds vile,” Duncan suggested.

“Bastard,” Sunny added.

Klaus shuddered. “Pure evil,”

“Dead meat,” Violet muttered. No one seemed to hear her, which she was perfectly fine with. “I imagine it’s difficult to find words that rhyme with ‘Olaf’,” she commented.

“Honestly, it is,” Isadora admitted. “All I can think of is rice pilaf. But that’s more of half rhyme,”

“Maybe you’ll be able to someday publish your poem about Count Olaf,” Violet said, “Then the whole world can know how horrible he truly is,”

“And you can write a newspaper article all about him and his vile comrades,” Klaus suggested to Duncan.

Duncan blushed. “Speaking of them...can you describe them one more time,”

“There are two women with white faces,” Klaus said holding up two fingers. “A henchperson of indeterminable gender, who honestly isn’t much of a threat,”

“Hook!” Sunny added. “Bald!”

Klaus shuddered as he counted them out on his hand. “Yep, that’s all. Just five,”

Duncan quickly wrote down the brief descriptions. “How does someone so vile have people working for him,”

“Maybe they’re in it for the money,” Isadora suggested.

“Or they’re just as sick as he is,” Violet commented.

“Or both,” Klaus said frowning.

“If you guys ever do publish these things maybe I can build a printing press,” Violet said smiling. “Maybe when I come of age, I can use some of the Snicket fortune to buy the materials I would need,”

Klaus looked at Violet. “Snicket fortune?”

“Yeah, apparently, my dad had money. More money than I ever imagined,” Violet said. “Why?”

“I’m supposed to inherit the Baudelaire fortune when I’m eighteen,” he explained.

“Wait...Mother was loaded, too?” Violet asked.

Duncan and Isadora stared silently at Klaus and Violet. “What?”

“Our parents owned the famous Quagmire sapphires, which somehow were unharmed in the fire,” Duncan explained.

“When Duncan and I come of age those precious jewels will belong to us,” Isadora added. “So we could start a printing business together,”

“That’s a wonderful idea!” Violet cried. No one noticing how Klaus had fallen silent. “We could call it Quagmire-Snicket-Baudelaire Incorporated!”

Isadora laughed. “We’ll work on the name,”

“Agreed,” Violet said as Sunny nodded her head.

Klaus sat down on a hay bale, still not saying anything. He just shook his head slowly.

“Klaus...you okay?” Duncan asked.

The girls all turned to Klaus, who was now crying. “He’s definitely going to come for us...he’s going to come for all of us,”

“Are you talking about Olaf?” Violet asked. The mere second that the vile man’s name was spoken, Klaus began to tremble.

“He’s going to target you guys too,” Klaus whispered.

“Huh?” Duncan asked confused.

“You both have jewels,” he whispered pointing at the Quagmires. “You are related to Sunny and I...and have money,” he said to Violet. “He’s going to hurt you guys and we brought him here.”

“Klaus...he isn’t going to hurt anyone on my watch,” Violet explained putting a comforting hand on Klaus’ shoulder. Klaus jumped at the sudden touch.

“I’m sorry,” he replied.

“You don’t have to be sorry because there will be nothing to be sorry about,” Isadora explained.

“You guys are wrong...you guys are dead wrong,” Klaus whimpered.

“Maybe...it’s time to call it a night,” Violet said. Klaus nodded his head, laying down on his bale of hay still shaking.

“Is he...going to be okay?” Duncan asked as he and Isadora turned towards the door.

Violet looked from a trembling Klaus to her two concerned friends. “I..I don’t know,” she said softly. “I know as much as you guys do...all I know is this Olaf fucker obviously hurt Klaus,”

Duncan frowned as he looked back at Klaus. “Goodnight, Klaus!” he called out to Klaus, who turned to look at him and gave him a small, weak smile. Duncan turned to Sunny and Violet. “Goodnight, you guys,”

“Goodnight,” Violet said smiling at Isadora.

The Quagmires bid a final goodnight to their three friends and headed back to their broom closet. Violet sat down on a hay bale and glanced at Sunny. “Do you know…” she began but Sunny shook her head immediately indicating to Violet that she had no idea what Olaf had done to their brother to make him react like this. “I promise Sunny, he’ll never hurt you guys again,” Violet said as she picked up Sunny and laid down on the hay bale. Both girls stayed awake until they were sure Klaus had fallen asleep.

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“Hiding under the bleacher again , just like so many youthful days spent hatching plans and looking for cigarette butts,” Olaf said as he paced around in a small circle.

“Were you unpopular, boss? I know how that feels,” the Hook-Handed Man asked.

“Me? Unpopular, never . I was a rebel,” he declared. “Girls were falling all over me in school, and not just because I extended my leg when they walked by. I was a lone wolf, a mysterious stranger, a member of the drama club…” He gave a small smile. “There was this one girl...I was sure I was going to marry her. I even proposed and everything…asked both her annoying brothers for their blessing…”

“What happened?” the bald man asked.

Olaf’s smile turned into an angry glare. “The Force of Destiny…” he muttered angrily.

“I don’t get it,” The Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender stated.

“I think that means she declined his offer,” the Hook-Handed man whispered, but Olaf heard him. He turned around so quickly that the henchman backed up in fear.

“ She didn’t say NO!” Olaf barked. “She said yes and I changed my fucking mind,”

All three henchpeople stared at each other in fearful silence as Olaf ran his hands through his hair angrily. “This school is obviously desperate for my return, but that advanced computer prevents us from waltzing in the front door. We need someone on the inside, a student, who will help us infiltrate if infiltrate is what I mean,”

“Do you mean ‘to penetrate an institution surreptitiously’?” the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender asked.

Olaf looked at them confused, slowly nodding his head.

“Boss, what kid is gonna help us?” the bald man asked.

Olaf peered out through the bleachers, eyeing Carmelita Spats, who was running the P.E. class and insulting the students.

“Hey, little girl…?” he called out. Carmelita froze but looked behind her.

“Little girl? I’m like 4 foot 7,”

“That’s a pretty broach you have,” Olaf said smiling a rather creepy smile.

“Make me an offer,” Carmelita declared.

“I like you…” Olaf said in a tone that caused the Hook-Handed man to shudder. “You’re not an orphan, are you?”

Carmelita responded with an insulted look. “Do I look like I live in a shack?” she asked incredulously.

Olaf smiled at the fact that Klaus and Sunny were living in a shack. “Mmm… you think you can do me a favor?”

Carmelita nodded her head slowly.

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Olaf waited impatiently behind the backdoor of the cafeteria. “Where is this brat?” he asked his henchpeople who all shrugged in response. “The sooner we get in there, the sooner we can hunt the Baudelaires,”

The Hook-Handed Man just stared silently at the ground. He had a bad feeling about this. Not Olaf’s plan per se more so allowing Olaf near schoolchildren. After his really disturbing and alarming tone with Carmelita, the Hook-Handed Man was getting a truly creeper vibe from his boss. He stayed around Olaf and Carmelita because he felt like he had to. He was okay with a little murder, some arson. He didn’t have a problem with the kidnapping or physical abuse of a young boy. But this was too far for him. He was going to do his best to be around his boss at all times but not for selfish reasons this time...but to do a little good while doing some crimes.

Finally, the door opened. Olaf sneered at the young girl, “Finally,”

“Fuck off,” Carmelita replied. “That cake-sniffing lunch lady is here,”

“Are they wearing metal masks?” Olaf asked looking around the room for his henchwomen.

“No...he’s the cake-sniffer with the hairnet,” Carmelita said pointing at a man who was looking around desperately for something he had lost.

Olaf was taken aback. “Larry?” he asked confused. He gave a low growl. “Snicket is dead. So they send him?” he chuckled to himself. “If this is the best they can do, they should just hand over the Baudelaire fortune,” He leaned close to Carmelita. “Can you do me one last favor,”

Carmelita nodded as Olaf whispered something into her ears. Carmelita smiled and then skipped towards Larry, who jumped when he saw her.

“I’m still hungry,”

“I already gave you my burrito. I thought we agreed that was more than fair. Why won’t you leave me alone?” Larry asked desperately.

“I”m hungry for revenge,” Carmelita explained smiling a devious smile.

“What?” Larry asked confused. “I don’t know you,”

“You made me suffer long enough,” she replied.

“The menu is chosen by your school district,”

“For years you’ve infiltrated my schemes, relying on morals and literature to muck up my life,” Carmelita said, causing Larry to give her a super confused face. “Well, these are your victoriously final days, ”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Larry explained.

Olaf facepalmed and appeared into the light. Larry’s eyes widened as he looked at the man that he knew murdered his friend. “How did I do?” Carmelita asked smiling up at Olaf.

“Those last few lines were for me, ” Olaf sneered, rolling his eyes.

“But I’m so adorable when I say them,” Carmelita pointed out.

“But theater is about context,” Olaf explained.

Carmelita nodded. “Let’s take it from the flop,”

“Flop?” Olaf repeated. “Take it from the top. Ugh nevermind. The adults are speaking,” He said patting her on the head.

She huffed crossing her arms across her chest. “Oh, alright, fine,” she said walking away.

Olaf looked back at Larry. “Working with kids, am I right?” He chuckled.

“No. You’re wrong about everything,” Larry said.

Both men got into a rather ineffective fighting stance, both giving off bare intimidation.

“Same goody-goody moral stance, I see,” Olaf said. “The only things that’s changed is your hair,”

“It’s a hairnet, as required by the Department of Education. In our organization, that’s called successful infiltration!” Larry yelled.

“I learned what that word means, but then I forgot,” Olaf said shrugging.

“All you need to remember is that we’re one step ahead of you,” Larry replied.

“Really? Tell that to Snicket. Oh, wait,” Olaf said smirking.

Larry glared at him grabbing one of the dishwashing hoses and pointing it at Olaf.

Olaf glared at him back. “You wouldn’t dare. This is dry clean only,”

“You’re in luck, because we’re taking you to the cleaners,” Larry said still pointing the water hose at Olaf as if it were a gun. “I don’t know how you got in here,”

“That little girl propped open the door,” Olaf said incredulously. “I thought that was obvious,”

“Well we’re sending you back out,” Larry explained.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Olaf asked confused.

“The pronoun for first-person plural,” Larry explained. “I’m not working alone,”

Olaf looked around confused. “What? Is Jacquelyn here, too?”

“Well...no,” Larry said meekly.

Olaf smirked. “Oh, goodness me, you have comrades? You have cohorts?... Well, why didn’t I think of that?” He asked sarcastically smirking at Larry as the two white-faced women grabbed him by his shoulders.

“En garde!” One woman yelled.

“That’s French for “We Gotcha!” the other explained loudly. smiling.

Larry glared at Olaf. “do you think you can win?”

“Totally,” Olaf replied sarcastically. “And do you know why? You may have the smarts and the skills. You may have the overly classified codes and secret libraries. You may have the wisdom and integrity and various poems committed to memory...But do you know what I have?”

“What?”

“An obsession with revenge,” Olaf answered, simply shrugging his shoulders. “You’re not much of a competent volunteer, Barry,”

“It’s Larry. Larry Your-Waiter,”

“Well, you know what they say about the foodservice industry. It’s a cold, cold business,” Olaf said pushing Larry into the freezer and locking him in there.

“You fucker!” Larry yelled as he pounded on the freezer door.

“Now…” Olaf said smirking at his henchwomen, “We’ve got to rally ourselves!”

He began to cruelly laugh as he walked out of the cafeteria.

Larry looked around the freezer desperately. There had to be something in here that he can use to save himself, so he can help Lemony’s daughter and her siblings. He was already feeling a little cold. To his surprise, he found a landline phone in the freezer. He wasn’t really sure why they had a phone in the freezer but he wasn’t going to question it. This was going to help him. Frantically, he dialed the number to Mulctuary Money Management,”

“Mulctuary Money Management, Mr. Poe’s office, Jacquelyn speaking,”

“J-Jacquelyn! This is Larry Your-Waiter,”

He could hear Jacquelyn rush under her desk with the phone, he could also hear the confused voice of Mr. Poe asking Jacquelyn what had happened. “You sound cold. Are you in the mountains? We’re not due there until the end of this season.”

“N-not funny,” Larry replied in shivers.

“Did you give the book to Lemony’s daughter?”

“Uh…” he chuckled. “About that…”

“What?” she replied impatiently.

“I l-l-lost the book,” he admitted shivering from the cold.

“How the fuck do you lose a book that huge?” she asked angrily. “Like seriously? Is this how Snicket felt when I was second in command?”

“I-I’m s-se-second in command?” Larry shivered.

“No...that’s Snicket,”

“Kit...or Jacques?” Larry asked.

“J. Snicket,” she answered. “We haven’t gotten ahold of K, she’s trying to locate a certain very important piece of porcelain,”

“You don’t mean?” Larry asked.

“Yes, that piece of porcelain,”

“So you didn’t deliver the book?”

“I’ve had some complications,” he explained. “H-he locked m-me in the fre-freezer and took m-my hai-hairnet,”

“That monster! He will stop at nothing,”

“This is all bullshit,” Larry stated.

“You must be freezing. Try jumping, or reciting a Jack London story,” she suggested.

“Oh that’s a good idea,” Larry said. “But would you mind sending…”

“Yes, of course. I’ll call you a taxi,” she said smiling.

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Olaf frantically walked through the halls of the school. He had given his henchmen his disguise and now he had no idea where they were. As he was passing in the hall, he spotted a boy he believed to be Klaus Baudelaire. His face gleamed with a devious smile. “Piece of cake,” he mumbled to himself.

Duncan Quagmire had met up with his sister, Isadora and his sister’s maybe-girlfriend, Violet Snicket after class. They had told his maybe-boyfriend, Klaus that they would meet him and his and Violet’s little sister, Sunny at the mandatory pep rally. Klaus had separated from the group to pick up his sister at her job. The three children were talking amongst themselves when a creepy old guy came up behind them causing them to freeze in their tracks.

“Hello, hello, hello,” the man said leaning towards them. He had a creepy and vile aura about him. Just his presence alone sent a few chills down each of their backs. “What are helpless orphans like you doing in a place like this?” the man asked. The kids turn to face him as he started to walk closer to them. The children joined hands when Duncan grabbed Violet’s hand in his left and Isadora’s in his right. The children began to back away from this creeper.

Once they felt the wall pressed against their backs, Duncan glared at the man. “Who are you?”

“Don’t pretend this handsome face doesn’t haunt your every waking and sleeping hour, boy,” Olaf said sneering at Duncan, who he mistakenly believed to be Klaus. He poked Duncan’s chest harshly. Violet and Isadora began to glare at the man. “You will never be rid of me! You’ll never be safe . So much to learn, orphans, and I am here to school you,” He smirked, glaring mainly at Duncan. “The three of you...Wait? You two…? Wait…? Where’s the biting midget?... Wait..? When were there three Baudelaires?” He asked puzzled. Taking a long, glaring look at each of the children he had backed up against a wall. “One...two...three? You’re not the Baudelaires?!” he cried angrily. Violet’s eyes immediately went cold and dark, as she intensified her glare at the man. He had mentioned her siblings by their surname. “Who are you?”

Olaf finished examining Isadora and Duncan, his glare stopped and focused on Violet. The intensity of his glare gave Violet reminded her of when she had followed her father to the movies during one of his attempts to save her siblings. When that Stephano character glared at her as if he could see past her disguise. If this man was who she thought he was, the glare he was giving her was making her feel as though he could see through her tough, badass demeanor and could see the scared and confused little girl that lived right under the surface. Olaf, on the other hand, was wearing the expression of someone who believes he is looking at a ghost. But in this case, he believed he could see two ghosts...two pain in the ass ghosts from his past that he’s glad had burned for their acts against him. This both intrigued him and annoyed him. It’s impossible. He thought to himself as he cocked his head to the side. He raised a hand to Violet’s face, grabbing both her cheeks between his fingers. Turning her face first to the left and then to the right. Violet froze under his touch, Isadora and Duncan both glared at the man but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Who are you, you miscreant?” Duncan asked angrily as Olaf let go of Violet’s face but continued to stare at her.

“Miscreant?” Olaf replied back in a questioning tone.

“Yes, ‘miscreant’...a word which here means…” Violet began, finally able to resume her glare towards Olaf. But she was unable to finish her sentence because she was interrupted by Olaf smirking at her, causing a wave of chill to collapse on her, freezing her in her place.

“I know who you are, now…” Olaf sneered at Violet. “You look just like your mother...and you talk just like your father...and...you’ve got his eyes, darling,” He smiled at her. Violet froze as she noticed the look on the man’s face. “Who would’ve thought that Snicket would make such a pretty little thing . You must get your looks from Beatrice...she’s the prettier of the two,” he sneered as he began to lift a hand to her head. Immediately Duncan slapped his hand back.

“Don’t touch her!” he yelled as he watched Violet shudder from all the unwanted attention that Olaf was giving to her.

Olaf sneered at Duncan as he turned to Isadora. “What a pretty little twin...not as pretty as Snicket here,” Olaf commented. Isadora intensified her glare at Olaf but stayed frozen in place just like Violet. Duncan smacked Olaf’s hand when he tried to touch Isadora’s head. His eyes became bright when he recognized who these two children were. “Oh, I know who you are now,” he said smirking at Duncan. “You sound just like your mother, Quigley. You look just like your father.”

“Duncan,” Duncan corrected angrily

“Doesn’t matter,” Olaf replied. “‘You miscreant, never again will you darken the doors of this airplane hangar’” Olaf mocked in a high pitched voice. “Such a tiresome woman. Always reading Italian poetry and activating trap doors. Not as bad as her mother,” he sneered smirking at Violet.

“How do you know our mothers?” Isadora asked.

“Oh, I know everything, orphans. I know the number of hairs on each of your heads, the number of sapphires in your secret vaults.” he said to the Quagmires, then turning to Violet, “I know things about your father’s past,” Violet’s eyes widened as Olaf turned his body towards her. “The number of tombstones in each of your family plots. Well, well, well, it seems this trip to Prufrock will bring me not once...not twice... but three times the fortune! And there’s nobody who can stop me! ” he cheered smirking at Violet. Raising his arm to touch her hair again.

He caught Duncan’s hand in his, holding it tightly. He raised his free arm to try and touch Violet’s hair again. Isadora was no longer having it, she grabbed her brother’s hand and kicked Olaf in the crotch as hard as she could, she waited until he proceeded to fall down cussing and threatening her. Isadora grabbed Violet’s hand with her free hand and began running away from Olaf.

“He had one eyebrow…” Duncan said as the three kids ran.

“And a wheezy voice,” Isadora added.

“And I bet he has a tattoo of an eye on his ankle,” Violet said angrily. “We have to warn Klaus and Sunny!”

The three children continued to run until they had literally bumped into Vice Principal Nero, who looked at them and growled. “No running in the halls!” he yelled. The three kids frantically stood up.

“Vice Principal Nero,” Violet began her voice thick with urgency. “We need to tell you something,”

“I don’t care about whatever it is you need to talk about,” Nero replied holding a hand in front of Violet’s face to indicate for her to shut up. “This is a very exciting day for me, so you orphan girl and you twins should be excited, too.”

“The Quagmires are triplets ,” Violet corrected irritated.

“‘Twins’ is what you call triplets when one has burned to a crisp,” Nero explained. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to get my violin for the pep rally.”

“Who cares about your violin!” Isadora shouted.

“There’s a villain on the premises!” Duncan cried.

Nero began to attempt to walk away from him but they followed him all trying to explain to him that Count Olaf was on campus and going after the Baudelaires. “Vice Principal Nero,” Duncan begged.

“Get moving!” Nero yelled. “I’m talking to you, cheerleaders,” he yelled at two elderly women. Duncan’s eyes got wide when he realized who they were. He opened his green commonplace notebook reading the list of descriptions of Olaf’s henchpeople.

“Count Olaf is here!” Violet yelled.

“You weren’t the one with the stalker problem,” Nero commented shrugging off Violet’s concerns entirely. “Besides the advanced computer is preventing him from entering this school,”

“He’s here though,” Isadora explained.

“Those old cheerleaders are two of his henchfolk!” Duncan cried.

“Get your costume on, mascot!” Nero yelled still ignoring the children.

Isadora and Violet glanced at who he was talking to and saw a bald man and a man with hooks instead of hands holding a mascot costume. Duncan gave them a worried glance as they tried to convince Nero again. “Vice Principal Nero, that mascot is working with Count Olaf,”

“If you’re trying to get out of this pep rally, you can think again,” Nero warned. “It’s mandatory. That means you, too, health and hygiene instructor,”

“I”m not sure but that’s probably one of his associates, too,” Isadora commented.

“I prefer the term interdisciplinary gender studies,” the henchperson of indeterminate gender called back.

“Nero!” Violet yelled.

“Shush, girl,” Nero barked as he reached his office, entering and turning around to face the children. “Oh, you are in the administration building, you three will be losing your silverware for the rest of the day. See you at the pep rally!” he said before slamming the door in their faces.

Violet turned to the Quagmires. “We have to warn my siblings something terrible is going to happen, and I don’t mean a pep rally!” she said angrily but both of her friends could tell that she was frightened. She had no idea what trouble was going to follow, she just knew whether she was ready or not, it was time to fight like a big sister should.

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