"Baudelaire Sing-Along Time" by Llamaboy
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This fanfic isn't writen, nor is endorsed by Handler, Tom Clancy or any other author you can think of.
While looking for a place to hide, Violet and her brother Klaus stumbled upon a guitar and a songbook. Overcome by boredom and too much lulz, they then lampooned at their lives through some parody music (HINT: Violet likes Weird Al, too.).
"Hey look, a guitar!" exclaimed Klaus.
"Seen," Sunny applauded.
"Where did you learn that from, Sunny?" asked Violet as she scratched her head.
"Bob Marley, maybe?" Klaus quipped.
"Word," replied Violet, "Any more and we'll probably end up face-to-face with Little Jacob,"
The boy then gave her sister the guitar, and decided to parody a Will Smith song...
"Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, er, Baudelaire"
Now, this is a story all about how
Our life got flipped-turned, house torn down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I became a runaway kid Baudelaire
In east coast America, born and raised,
On the Briny was where I spent most of my days
Eatin' some ice cream, inventing my tools
My bro's reading some novels outside of the school
And a cruel old guy
Who was up to no good
Starts committing arson in my lovely hood
I was here just egging crabs and ol' Poe then said
And quipped 'You're movin' with your siblings and uncle in his lair'
I then saw ol' Poe's cab and when it came near
The license plate said "DAWG" and it had eight-track recorders
If anything I can say that his cab was pimped But I thought 'Aw, just screw it' - 'It won't be despair'
We ran away his shack about 7 or 8,
And I yelled to the Countie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my brother, 'twas like GTA III
And folks, here I am, Violet Baudelaire.
Turn to Chapter II for another song parody... God Bless and enjoy... ^_^