Most of the recurring characters in said series are members.
After a failed effort to get information out of Count Olaf, the Baudelaires notice that Ishmael is gone from his tent, and follow his footprints to the other side of the island. Olaf pushes the realization away, uncaring.


Olaf demands, slurring. Known Volunteers (Netflix Divergent Canon).

Whatever Gods May Be SofterSoftest. A Series of Unfortunate Events BOOK the Tenth THE SLIPPERY SLOPE by LEMONY SNICKET Illustrations by Brett Helquist Dear Reader Like handshakes, house pets, or raw carrots, many things are preferable when not slippery Unfortunately, in this miserable volume, I am afraid that Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire run into more than their fair share of slipperiness during their harrowing journey up?and down?a range of strange and distressing mountains In order to spare you any further repulsion, it would be best not to mention any of the unpleasant details of this story, particularly a secret message, a toboggan, a deceitful trap, a swarm of snow gnats, a scheming villain, a troupe of organized youngsters, a covered casserole dish, and a surprising survivor of a terrible fire Unfortunately, I have dedicated my life to researching and recording the sad tale of the Baudelaire orphans There is no reason for you to dedicate yourself to such things, and you might instead dedicate yourself to letting this slippery book slip from your hands into a nearby trash receptacle, or deep pit With all due respect, Lemony Snicket For Beatrice— When we met, you were pretty, and I was lonely Now, I am pretty lonely Contents Dear Reader FOR BEATRICE— CHAPTER ONE A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called… CHAPTER TWO Violet took one last look over the misty peak, and… CHAPTER THREE You may well wonder why there has been no account… CHAPTER FOUR That night was a dark day Of course, all nights… CHAPTER FIVE When you have many questions on your mind, and you… CHAPTER SIX In the very early hours of the morning, while the… CHAPTER SEVEN An associate of mine once wrote a novel called Corridors… CHAPTER EIGHT It is one of the peculiar truths of life that… CHAPTER NINE The two elder Baudelaires stood for a moment with Quigley,… CHAPTER TEN Violet and Quigley walked carefully across the frozen pool until… CHAPTER ELEVEN If you ever look at a picture of someone who… CHAPTER TWELVE Not too long ago, in the Swedish city of Stockholm,… CHAPTER THIRTEEN Count Olaf gasped, and raised his one eyebrow very high… ABOUT THE AUTHOR AND ILLUSTRATOR TO MY KIND EDITOR A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS CREDITS COPYRIGHT ABOUT THE PUBLISHER CHAPTER One A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called “The Road Less Traveled,” describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn’t hear him as he cried for help Sure enough, that poet is now dead Like a dead poet, this book can be said to be on the road less traveled, because it begins with the three Baudelaire children on a path leading through the Mortmain Mountains, which is not a popular destination for travelers, and it ends in the churning waters of the Stricken Stream, which few travelers even go near But this book is also on the road less traveled, because unlike books most people prefer, which provide comforting and entertaining tales about charming people and talking animals, the tale you are reading now is nothing but distressing and unnerving, and the people unfortunate enough to be in the story are far more desperate and frantic than charming, and I would prefer to not speak about the animals at all For that reason, I can no more suggest the reading of this woeful book than I can recommend wandering around the woods by yourself, because like the road less traveled, this book is likely to make you feel lonely, miserable, and in need of help The Baudelaire orphans, however, had no choice but to be on the road less traveled Violet and Klaus, the two elder Baudelaires, were in a caravan, traveling very quickly along the high mountain path Neither Violet, who was fourteen, nor Klaus, who had recently turned thirteen, had ever thought they would find themselves on this road, except perhaps with their parents on a family vacation But the Baudelaire parents were nowhere to be found after a terrible fire destroyed their home—although the children had reason to believe that one parent may not have died in the blaze after all—and the caravan was not heading up the Mortmain Mountains, toward a secret headquarters the siblings had heard about and were hoping to find The caravan was heading down the Mortmain Mountains, very quickly, with no way to control or stop its journey, so Violet and Klaus felt more like fish in a stormy sea than travelers on a vacation But Sunny Baudelaire was in a situation that could be said to be even more desperate Sunny was the youngest Baudelaire, still learning to speak in a way that everyone could understand, so she scarcely had words for how frightened she was Sunny was traveling uphill, toward the headquarters in the Mortmain Mountains, in an automobile that was working perfectly, but the driver of the automobile was a man who was reason enough for being terrified Some people called this man wicked Some called him facinorous, which is a fancy word for “wicked.” But everyone called him Count Olaf, unless he was wearing one of his ridiculous disguises and making people call him a false name Count Olaf was an actor, but he had largely abandoned his theatrical career to try to steal the enormous fortune the Baudelaire parents had left behind Olaf’s schemes to get the fortune had been mean-spirited and particularly complicated, but nevertheless he had managed to attract a girlfriend, a villainous and stylish woman named Esmé Squalor, who was sitting next to Count Olaf in the car, cackling nastily and clutching Sunny on her lap Also in the car were several employees of Olaf’s, including a man with hooks instead of hands, two women who liked to wear white powder all over their faces, and three new comrades Olaf had recently recruited at Caligari Carnival The Baudelaire children had been at the carnival, too, wearing disguises of their own, and had pretended to join Count Olaf in his treachery, but the villain had seen through their ruse, a phrase which here means “realized who they really were, and cut the knot attaching the caravan to the car, leaving Sunny in Olaf’s clutches and her siblings tumbling toward their doom.” Sunny sat in the car and felt Esmé’s long fingernails scratch her shoulders, and worried about what would happen to her and what was happening to her older siblings, as she heard their screams getting fainter and fainter as the car drove farther and farther away “We have to stop this caravan!” Klaus screamed Hurriedly, he put on his glasses, as if by improving his vision he might improve the situation But even in perfect focus, he could see their predicament was dire The caravan had served as a home for several performers at the carnival’s House of Freaks before they defected—a word which here means “joined Count Olaf’s band of revolting comrades”—and now the contents of this tiny home were rattling and crashing with each bump in the road Klaus ducked to avoid a roasting pan, which Hugo the hunchback had used to prepare meals and which had toppled off a shelf in the commotion He lifted his feet from the floor as a set of dominoes skittered by—a set that Colette the contortionist had liked to play with And he squinted above him as a hammock swung violently overhead An ambidextrous person named Kevin used to sleep in that hammock until he had joined Olaf’s troupe, along with Hugo and Colette, and now it seemed like it might fall at any moment and trap the Baudelaires beneath it The only comforting thing that Klaus could see was his sister, who was looking around the caravan with a fierce and thoughtful expression and unbuttoning the shirt the two siblings were sharing as part of their disguise “Help me get us out of these freakish pants we’re both in,” Violet said “There’s no use pretending we’re a two-headed person anymore, and we both need to be as able-bodied as possible.” In moments, the two Baudelaires wriggled out of the oversized clothing they had taken from Count Olaf’s disguise kit and were standing in regular clothes, trying to balance in the shaky caravan Klaus quickly stepped out of the path of a falling potted plant, but he couldn’t help smiling as he looked at his sister Violet was tying her hair up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes, a sure sign that she was thinking up an invention Violet’s impressive mechanical skills had saved the Baudelaires’ lives more times than they could count, and Klaus was certain that his sister could concoct something that could stop the caravan’s perilous journey “Are you going to make a brake?” Klaus asked “Not yet,” Violet said “A brake interferes with the wheels of a vehicle, and this caravan’s wheels are spinning too quickly for interference I’m going to unhook these hammocks and use them as a drag chute.” “Drag chute?” Klaus said “Drag chutes are a little like parachutes attached to the back of a car,” Violet explained hurriedly, as a coatrack clattered around her She reached up to the hammock where she and Klaus had slept and quickly detached it from the wall “Race drivers use them to help stop their cars when a race is over If I dangle these hammocks out the caravan door, we should slow down considerably.” “What can I do?” Klaus said “Look in Hugo’s pantry,” Violet said, “and see if you can find anything sticky.” When someone tells you to something unusual without an explanation, it is very difficult not to ask why, but Klaus had learned long ago to have faith in his sister’s ideas, and quickly crossed to a large cupboard Hugo had used to store ingredients for the meals he prepared The door of the cupboard was swinging back and forth as if a ghost were fighting with it, but most of the items were still rattling around inside Klaus looked at the cupboard and thought of his baby sister, who was getting farther and farther away from him Even though Sunny was still quite young, she had recently shown an interest in cooking, and Klaus remembered how she had made up her own hot chocolate recipe, and helped prepare a delicious soup the entire caravan had enjoyed Klaus held the cupboard door open and peered inside, and hoped that his sister would survive to develop her culinary skills “Klaus,” Violet said firmly, taking down another hammock and tying it to the first one “I don’t mean to rush you, but we need to stop this caravan as soon as possible Have you found anything sticky?” Klaus blinked and returned to the task at hand A ceramic pitcher rolled around his feet as he pushed through the bottles and jars of cooking materials “There’s lots of sticky things here,” he said “I see blackstrap molasses, wild clover honey, corn syrup, aged balsamic vinegar, apple butter, strawberry jam, caramel sauce, maple syrup, butterscotch topping, maraschino liqueur, virgin and extra-virgin olive oil, lemon curd, dried apricots, mango chutney, crema di noci, tamarind paste, hot mustard, marshmallows, creamed corn, peanut butter, grape preserves, salt water taffy, condensed milk, pumpkin pie filling, and glue I don’t know why Hugo kept glue in the pantry, but never mind Which items you want?” “All of them,” Violet said firmly “Find some way of mixing them, while I tie these hammocks together.” Klaus grabbed the pitcher from the floor and began to pour the ingredients into it, while Violet, sitting on the floor to make it easier to balance, gathered the cords of the hammocks in her lap and began twisting them into a knot The caravan’s journey grew rougher and rougher, and with each jolt, the Baudelaires felt a bit seasick, as if they were back on Lake Lachrymose, crossing its stormy waters to try and rescue one of their many unfortunate guardians But despite the tumult around them, in moments Violet stood up with the hammocks gathered in her arms, all tied together in a mass of “Don’t worry, hooky,” Esmé replied mockingly “It’s all for the greater good!” “Mush!” cried the man with a beard but no hair, cracking his whip in the air Squawking in fear, the eagles began to drag the net across the sky, away from Mount Fraught “You get the sugar bowl from those bratty orphans, Olaf,” ordered the woman with hair but no beard, “and we’ll all meet up at the last safe place!” “With these eagles at our disposal,” the sinister man said in his hoarse voice, “we can finally catch up to that self-sustaining hot air mobile home and destroy those volunteers!” The Baudelaires gasped, and shared an astonished look with Quigley The villain was surely talking about the device that Hector had built at the Village of Fowl Devotees, in which Duncan and Isadora had escaped “We’ll fight fire with fire!” the woman with hair but no beard cried in triumph, and the eagles carried her away Count Olaf muttered something to himself and then turned and began creeping toward the Baudelaires “I only need one of you to learn where the sugar bowl is,” he said, his eyes shining brightly, “and to get my hands on the fortune But which one should it be?” “That’s a difficult decision,” Esmé said “On one hand, it’s been enjoyable having an infant servant But it would be a lot of fun to smash Klaus’s glasses and watch him bump into things.” “But Violet has the longest hair,” Carmelita volunteered, as the Baudelaires backed toward the cracked waterfall with Quigley right behind them “You could yank on it all the time, and tie it to things when you were bored.” “Those are both excellent ideas,” Count Olaf said “I’d forgotten what an adorable little girl you are Why don’t you join us?” “Join you?” Carmelita asked “Look at my stylish dress,” Esmé said to Carmelita “If you joined us, I’d buy you all sorts of in outfits.” Carmelita looked thoughtful, gazing first at the children, and then at the two villains standing next to her and smiling The three Baudelaires shared a look of horrified disappointment with Quigley The siblings remembered how monstrous Carmelita had been at school, but it had never occurred to them that she would be interested in joining up with even more monstrous people “Don’t believe them, Carmelita,” Quigley said, and took his purple notebook out of his pocket “They’ll burn your parents’ house down I have the evidence right here, in my commonplace book.” “What are you going to believe, Carmelita?” Count Olaf asked “A silly book, or something an adult tells you?” “Look at us, you adorable little girl,” Esmé said, her yellow, orange, and red dress crackling on the ground “Do we look like the sort of people who like to burn down houses?” “Carmelita!” Violet cried “Don’t listen to them!” “Carmelita!” Klaus cried “Don’t join them!” “Carmelita!” Sunny cried, which meant something like, “You’re making a monstrous decision!” “Carmelita,” Count Olaf said, in a sickeningly sweet voice “Why don’t you choose one orphan to live, and push the others off the cliff, and then we’ll all go to a nice hotel together.” “You’ll be like the daughter we never had,” Esmé said, stroking her tiara “Or something,” added Olaf, who looked like he would prefer having another employee rather than a daughter Carmelita glanced once more at the Baudelaires, and then smiled up at the two villains “Do you really think I’m adorable?” she asked “I think you’re adorable, beautiful, cute, dainty, eye-pleasing, flawless, gorgeous, harmonious, impeccable, jaw-droppingly adorable, keen, luscious, magnificent, nifty, obviously adorable, photogenic, quite adorable, ravishing, splendid, thin, undeformed, very adorable, well-proportioned, xylophone, yummy, and zestfully adorable,” Esmé pledged, “every morning, every afternoon, every night, and all day long!” “Don’t listen to her!” Quigley pleaded “A person can’t be ‘xylophone’!” “I don’t care!” Carmelita said “I’m going to push these cakesniffers off the mountain, and start an exciting and fashionable new life!” The Baudelaires took another step back, and Quigley followed, giving the children a panicked look Above them they could hear the squawking of the eagles as they took the villains’ new recruits farther and farther away Behind them they could feel the four drafts of the valley below, where the headquarters had been destroyed by people the children’s parents had devoted their lives to stopping Violet reached in her pocket for her ribbon, trying to imagine what she could invent that could get them away from such villainous people, and journeying toward their fellow volunteers at the last safe place Her fingers brushed against the bread knife, and she wondered if she should remove the weapon from her pocket and use it to threaten the villains with violence, or whether this, too, would make her as villainous as the man who was staring at her now “Poor Baudelaires,” Count Olaf said mockingly “You might as well give up You’re hopelessly outnumbered.” “We’re not outnumbered at all,” Klaus said “There are four of us, and only three of you.” “I count triple because I’m the False Spring Queen,” Carmelita said, “so you are outnumbered, cakesniffers.” This, of course, was more utter nonsense from the mouth of this cruel girl, but even if it weren’t nonsense, it does not always matter if one is outnumbered or not When Violet and Klaus were hiking toward the Valley of Four Drafts, for instance, they were outnumbered by the swarm of snow gnats, but they managed to find Quigley Quagmire, climb up the Vertical Flame Diversion to the headquarters, and find the message hidden in the refrigerator Sunny had been outnumbered by all of the villains on top of Mount Fraught, and had still managed to survive the experience, discover the location of the last safe place, and concoct a few recipes that were as easy as they were delicious And the members of V.F.D have always been outnumbered, because the number of greedy and wicked people always seems to be increasing, while more and more libraries go up in smoke, but the volunteers have managed to endure, a word which here means “meet in secret, communicate in code, and gather crucial evidence to foil the schemes of their enemies.” It does not always matter whether there are more people on your side of the schism than there are on the opposite side, and as the Baudelaires stood with Quigley and took one more step back, they knew what was more important “Rosebud!” Sunny cried, which meant “In some situations, the location of a certain object can be much more important than being outnumbered,” and it was true As the villains gasped in astonishment, Violet sat down in the toboggan, grabbing the leather straps Quigley sat down behind her and put his arms around her waist, and Klaus sat down next, and put his arms around Quigley’s, and there was just enough room in back for a young girl, so Sunny sat behind her brother and on tight as Violet pushed off from the peak of Mount Fraught and sent the four children hurtling down the slope It did not matter that they were outnumbered It only mattered that they could escape from a monstrous end by racing down the last of the slippery slope, just as it only matters for you to escape from a monstrous end by putting down the last of The Slippery Slope, and reading a book in which villains not roar at children who are trying to escape “We’ll be right behind you, Baudelaires!” Count Olaf roared, as the toboggan raced toward the Valley of Four Drafts, bumping and splashing against the cracked and melting ice “He won’t be right behind us,” Violet said “My shoes punctured his tire, remember?” Quigley nodded “And he’ll have to take that path,” he said “A car can’t go down a waterfall.” “We’ll have a head start,” Violet said “Maybe we can reach the last safe place before he does.” “Overhear!” Sunny cried “Hotel Denouement!” “Good work, Sunny!” Violet said proudly, pulling on the leather straps to steer the toboggan away from the large crack “I knew you’d be a good spy.” “Hotel Denouement,” Quigley said “I think I have that in one of my maps I’ll check my commonplace book when we get to the bottom.” “Bruce!” Sunny cried “That’s another thing to write down in our commonplace books,” Klaus agreed “That man Bruce was at Dr Montgomery’s house at the end of our stay He said he was packing up Monty’s reptile collection for the herpetological society.” “Do you think he’s really a member of V.F.D.

", a Q and A seen in Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography, it states: While it is claimed that the children are taken with parents' permission, there are some clues that may lead some to believe this a false statement; neophytes seem to rarely, if ever, see their parents after recruitment, and The Unauthorized Autobiography includes photos of a boy in a park, taken secretly, in hopes of recruiting the child.

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