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'Cause I'm not. Just kidding! I am! …Sort of…

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Disclaimer: You know I should really stop making my author's notes really long because it'll just take up too much time from you reading the story. And if you ever think about reading the first story again, then you will have to start on Chapter 7 because everything there is FAIL. To me. So I might as well to get to the point: I DON'T ASOUE! The only thing I own is…is…HI!

A Series of Strange Events II:

Chapter 1:

The Rebellious Reptiles:

Snicket: (sings) What you got, boy, is hard to find!

Me: …ok…that's not weird at all…

Snicket: AHH! What are you doing here?!

Me: I work here…well it's not really work since its quite fun! But still…

Snicket: But, but, but, I thought you were on break from your first story!

Me: I WAS on break. WAS.

Snicket: Oh. Well then…COMING MOM!!!!

Me: (is confused) alright then… Enjoy the story!!

"Can we please get out now?!" Violet begged Mr. Poe. IT MADE Duncan jump. Right out of his daydream.

"We're already here?" Duncan asked, surprised.

"We've been here for SIX HOURS. But Mr. Poe here won't let us out," Quigley answered.

"Whoa," Duncan started, "We've been here for six hours? That was sooome daydream…" Duncan began smiling dreamily and slipped back into his daydream.

Isadora raised one eyebrow, then said, rather yelled, "MR. POE!!"

Mr. Poe jumped. Right out of his nap, "Did you really need to yell, Isadora? Inside voice please."

Isadora rolled her eyes. Klaus said, "But, Mr. Poe, we've been sitting in this car for six hours. It's night outside. So can you please unlock the doors and let us out?"

"Really? It's been six hours already? Whoa…that was sooome nap…" Mr. Poe said smiling dreamily while staring at himself in the rearview mirror of the car.

Bet you're wondering why they didn't wake him up. Let's just say that they gave up on that 3 hours ago. They had just now reached their breaking point.

Bet you're also wondering why they didn't unlock the car themselves. Let's just say Mr. Poe's big fat arm was on the button to unlock it, and they couldn't lift it.

"That's not the point!" Violet yelled, getting more frustrated by the second, "We want out! That's the point!"

Duncan's daydream has just finally finished and decided to freak out as well. He began leaning on the door and beating the window yelling, "Help! I want out!"

Mr. Poe unlocked the doors. Quigley pulled the handle of the door Duncan was leaning on to where it opened. Duncan fell outside.

Ha Ha.

It's a good thing Sunny moved from Duncan's lap to Violet's lap during the first hour. She must've known he was going to do something stupid sooner or later.

Such a smart baby.

"Ow!" Duncan yelled. Everyone laughed. Including me. Wouldn't you?

"Quigley! Your own brother! Wait till the Quagmire Punctillio hears about this!" Duncan threatened.

"It's 'The Daily Punctillio', Duncan," Klaus corrected.

Duncan shook his head, "Klaus, Klaus, Klaus. You have a lot to learn. By that I mean, 'The Daily Punctillio' is lying selfish scam newspaper! The 'Quagmire Punctillio' is a newspaper that I made in my notebook. And this newspaper seeks the truth!"

Mr. Poe leaned over to Klaus and said, "He's needs a little tweaking in the brain."

At the door…

Mr. Poe knocked on the door.

A strange man with gray hair and a snake around his neck opened the door,

"The Baudelaires and the Quagmires! Hello, Violet! Remember me? Of course not, you were a baby the last time I saw you. Klaus! We never met! How do you do? And Sunny. Oh, Sunny, you look so much like your mother. Quigley and Duncan! Look at how much you've grown! Quigley with the eyes of your mother, and Duncan, your father. Isadora, the youngest triplet. A close resemblance of your mother, but your father's dark hair!"

Through this quite long dialogue, the children were squinting their eyes. I would've too. He was cheery. Too cheery.

"And me, Mr. Montgomery?" Mr. Poe asked fixing his jacket.

Mr. Montgomery looked at Mr. Poe, "Have you gained weight? Because you're as fat as ever."

Mr. Poe smiled, blushed, and said, "Why yes, I have. Well children, time for me to leave now. Good-Bye!"

Mr. Poe pushed the reluctant orphans inside the house and left.

"Well children, I am Montgomery Montgomery, and I raise and study some of the most rebellious reptiles in the world. In fact, I raise and study ALL of the rebellious reptiles in the world. Last night, my frog Jack snuck out to go to a bar…Anyways, you can call me Uncle Monty," Uncle Monty said with a cheerful voice. Too cheerful.

Duncan began to dislike Uncle Monty because he hasn't let Duncan say anything yet.

"Can I say something please?" Duncan asked, trying to keep calm.

"Yes, of course," Uncle Monty answered.

"Can you shut up?" Duncan asked. I'm just kidding. Duncan never said that- but he wanted to. Instead he said: "Why is there a snake around your neck?"

"What? What do you mean? OH! You mean Petunia! Yes, Petunia! She thinks I'm a tree. She is always climbing on me. Twisting and turning. You know, Petunia is a very rare snake. She came from…" Uncle Monty continued about his snake.

Duncan smacked his forehead, regretting he even asked.

As you can probably tell, Uncle Monty is a talker. He will never shut up.

After about 15 minutes of his talking, Uncle Monty finally finished with, "…and that is why I believe tomatoes are a vegetable."

Do not ask me how he got on to tomatoes.

Klaus gave him a thumbs up and a fake smile.

"So I got a question," Uncle Monty bent down to the children's height and asked, "Do you want to have a slumber party in my basement?"

The Baudelaires and Quagmires looked at each other and instantly knew what each other's first judgement of Uncle Monty was: Talker, someone I will most likely dislike.

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