Please R&R. Sorry if you don't like it, but I wanted to write something! This story is dedicated to anybody who reviews!
Here's what's going on: Count Olaf and the Baudelaires are dead, and Mr. Poe finds himself as the legal owner of the Baudelaire fortune!
Two days ago Mr. Poe had discovered that he owned the Baudelaire fortune. Today, he decided to put all ideas that he had of what to do with it into a hat. Then he would pick out of the hat, what to do with it. He was getting ideas fast! Poof! Another one came to him.
Move to Florida. He wrote down. He imagined himself in a pair of swim shorts sitting on a nice sandy beach. He smiled as he folded up the paper and put it in his hat.
Another idea came to him. He wrote down Get a face-lift. He imagined himself after the cosmetic surgery. He would look so professional! He added this one to the hat too.
Get a Ferrari. Wait till his business partners saw him driving to work in that!
Buy a mansion. With both indoor and outdoor pools…
Have my cough professionally taken care of. He could finally get rid of that blasted handkerchief!
Take his family on a cruise around the world. Edgar and Albert would tell all their friends that they had the best dad in the world.
Send Edgar and Albert off to boarding school. They did complain too much. Besides, it would give them a much better education than the one they were receiving now.
Quit his job. Boy would his wife like that!
Mr. Poe was quite happy with the ideas he had come up with. He had come up with a few earlier, too.
It was time to draw from the hat. He closed his eyes. He had to open them right away, though, to find his handkerchief to cough into. He had a good cough then closed his eyes and plunged his hand into the hat. He picked a paper, opened his eyes, and read it.
Build a bigger bank, it said.
So Mr. Poe built a bigger bank, until not one cent of the fortune was left. The end.
Please review. This is supposed to be a one-shot, but if you want me to write more, I might.