The three Baudelaire children were spending a quiet jour down at Briny Beach.
Belle, the eldest, was in the shallows, skimming rocks. She was just fourteen years and an inventor. In fact, anyone who knew her well knew that she had a habit of tying her hair up with a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes whenever she was thinking up an idea for an invention. Currently, as she was skimming, she was trying to come up with an invention that could retrieve the rocks after they had been skimmed into the water.
John, the middle child, was staring intently into the rock pools, watching the creatures there....
It's Night, and Basil of Baker Street, Dawson, Kitty Katswell and Dudley chiot are quiet. But suddenly ... Tech! The light went: Kitty:Eeeh???! Basil: Hey, are toi afraid, innocent damsel? >8D Kitty: No, i'm Not Fear, and three things, first thing, do toi not make jokes, seconde thing, do not laugh and the third and last thing, do toi not do crazy faces, Mr. Basil! >8( There appears a strange and loud noise Basil:What was that? Kitty: I don't know, Mr. Basil, but it may be that it is an ambush. Basil: Ambush, well, then, if it is something that is grateful for bad intentions, I will lie down with...
Because I just started re-reading the sixth book in the series, I've decided to do a Disney version of this:
When Belle, John and Rapunzel Baudelaire are informed that their parents have been killed in a feu that's destroyed their entire house, they are sent to live with their wicked relative Count Frollo - but this is only the beginning of the series of unfortunate events in their lives...
Belle as violet Baudelaire
John Darling as Klaus Baudelaire
Rapunzel as Sunny Baudelaire
Nathaniel as Mr Poe (since they're played par the same actor)
Carl and Rapunzel were interrupted in their silent meditation par the sound of something knocking on the door. “Huh?” Carl sat up and stared at the front door. He and his daughter looked at one another, quizzically.
“Maybe it’s a woodpecker,” Rapunzel suggested.
Carl got to his feet and shuffled the door. He got the shock of his life when he opened it and saw Russell, the young Wilderness Explorer from the jour before, standing on his porch. “Hi, Mr Frederickson!” the boy called.
“What are toi doing out here, kid?” Carl exclaimed.
Christmas morning dawned bright and early. The winter months spent in the guest tower would have been freezing if not for some of Merlin’s Il était une fois fire, which made the place feel almost like their cottage in the country. Nevertheless it wasn’t exactly the same and Belle found herself missing their old accueil terribly. Still, she did her best to be cheerful and woke up early on Christmas morning to gather her presents for Merlin, Archimedes and Arthur from the tronc under her lit where she had hidden them.
“Happy Christmas, Uncle Merlin!” she smiled, brightly when he was awake. “Happy...