Found You

+2. Bonus

"Duncan?" Violet had said, disbelief in her voice when the mysterious camper had taken off his disguise.

"Quigley." The boy had replied, feeling immensely cool at the James Bond vibes. "Quigley Quagmire."

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"Duncan!" Klaus smiled, relieved. "I've been looking for you."

The boy threw a pillow at Klaus' face. "I'm Quigley."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Klaus immediately apologized. "Do you know where Duncan is?"

Quigley sat up with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at Klaus. "Working the counter. Why are you so interested, Klaus?"

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"Quigley!" Sunny scolded the boy when he tried to steal a noodle out of her pot. "Go get the others, then we can eat."

"Yes, ma'am, Capt. Sunny, ma'am!" Quigley mock-saluted, which earned him a laugh from the Baudelaire, as he dashed around the apartment, knocking on doors and calling for dinner.

He knocked on Klaus's with a little more tact, in case his friend was reading.

"Klaus?" He stuck his head in the door. "It's time for dinner."

Klaus looked up from his book with a smile. "Thanks Duncan."

"Quigley." He corrected lightheartedly.

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"Duncan, can you take over the counter for a minute?" Violet called to the triplet stocking the shelves.

"Sure." The boy called back. "And I'm Quigley!"

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"Hey Duncan, what do you want to dri-"

"I'm Quigley!"

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"Dunc-"

"Not Duncan!"

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"Du-"

"Quigley!"

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"Quigley, can you get some flour from-"

"For the love of god, I'm not Duncan! I'm Quigley! He's Duncan, I'm Quigley, it's not that h-... Oh... you said it right... Sorry, Sunny."