At first I thought the villains were going to try and starve us to death. Until the bald dude named codenamed Flacutono, something like that, brought us two loaves of bread and a small pitcher of water about two hours to our arrival.

We ate our loaves, and drank our water. Two hours later, the car bumped, and went screeching to a halt. I heard Count Olaf jingle something and say, "Esme, here's the box of thumbtacks. Go kill Officer Terrence and here's the costume. Lucafont! Hand me that officer disguise."

There was the sound of a jingling hanger, and Esme said, "See you later, handsome. Where's Jacques Snicket supposed to be again?"

"Try the suburban area," Olaf said. "Good luck! Remember, the Village of Fowl Devotees is as against a man my description as much as you are. Do me proud!"

Then there was the sound of a door opening, and three seconds later, shutting.

We were unloaded and set somewhere. Then something on the exterior of the fountain was turned on, and even more water flowed in.

"Ugh! Sick!" I yelled. "Shut up, Quagmire!" Olaf roared, banging on the statue. Then water started flowing out of the fountain, which didn't make things much better.

"Make sure Fowl Fountain is never interiorly examined," I heard Olaf growl.

Then they just left. But then I heard them return, with some old woman. "All because we have a new officer in town, we get a new fountain!" the old woman cried.

"That's right and cool," I heard Olaf say in a hick, smooth voice. "I'm Auguste Dupin, by the way. Detective extraordinaire for hire, from the neighboring village of…Suburbia."

"Why, I've never heard of Suburbia," the woman said. "It's far away," Olaf said quickly, but smoothly. "But I thought you said it was neighboring," the woman said, confused.

"Ma'am, we live across the vast desert, for Pete's sakes. You can't expect us to be close by." "You made a misstatement," said the woman.

"It's not cool to argue over something like that," Olaf said coolly. "I'll be in Suburbia if you need me."

The woman thumped on the exterior of the fountain. "Hello? Anybody in there?" she chuckled. "Yes!" Isadora called. "We're stuck in here! Get us out!"

The woman laughed. "Me and my imagination," she said. "Ain't that funny, Petey? Hmm?" I wondered who she was talking about. But through the hole I could see she had a crow parked on her head.

"Psst, Izzy," I whispered. "You might wanna get this down in your commonplace book. The Village of Fowl Devotees, a.k.a. VFD for abb, have citizens with crows on their heads."

The woman kept talking to herself, "Petey, we never would've met if we of the Council of Elders didn't wear crows on our heads. You're almost the only company I've got."

"Wait," I whispered. "There's a Council of Elders, and they're the ones that wear crows on their heads. Only them, from apparent reason."

Izzy jotted that down, as did I. I sighed. "Any ideas on getting out of here?"

"We could scream for help," Isadora suggested. "Nah," I said. "Esme's disguise as Officer Luciana is probably out on patrol. Heck, for all we know, she could be yards away!"

"We could tip the fountain over," Isadora said. "We could climb out that way."

"This thing's pretty hollow," I said, tapping the interior surface. "We'd probably get hurt. Besides, if we were seen climbing out of this thing, we'd be suspected of trying to be snuck out of the area."

Izzy stared long out of the beak-shaped hole, and finally said, "Maybe the Baudelaires will find us. Again."

I had almost completely forgotten about the Baudelaires. "No way," I said. "There's no way they could be here, or even plan to come here."

"But this place has the initials V.F.D.," Izzy protested. "And they're so desperate-I'd come here to find two friends who could tell us the meaning of V.F.D."

"Face it," I said. "The Baudelaires have probably given up on us. After being taken away-the elevator at 667 Dark Avenue, they've probably forgotten all about us."

"No way," Isadora said. "Violet may have forgotten about you, but I know Klaus didn't forget about me."

"Don't count on it," I said. "If any of them remembered us, it's Violet. She has the best memory."

"Dunn, has the dirty tap water gone to your head?" Izzy's voice was beginning to rise. "Klaus has the best memory."

"No, Violet does," I argued. "Klaus," Izzy persisted.

"Wait a sec," I said. "Are we fighting over the Baudelaires?"

Izzy shrugged. "And we're leaving Sunny out of it, too," I said.

We both started to laugh. Of course, we would never forget Sunny. She'd helped us just as much as Violet and Klaus.

"Well," I said, "I wish Quigley were still here. But there's barely room for one person, let alone three!"

"Yeah," Isadora said. "But if he were here, he'd probably have some maps in his commonplace book-Wait a second."

"What?" I asked.

"I remember this town," Isadora said. "I can't remember if it was called Village of Fowl Devotees or whatever, but I'm positive it was a V.F.D. town once."

"What are you talking about?" I said. "It seems like the cold, dirty tap water's going to your head."

"No, no!" Isadora said. "Remember, when we were very young, that V.F.D. meeting?"

Then things started to make sense.

"Yes!" I said. "Mom and Dad were planning to recruit us that day. The citizens of the town decided to name the town Village of Fowl Devotees, so no one would get suspicious. Jacques Snicket was here, Kit Snicket was here, and so was their brother, what was his name again?"

I thought a moment. "It was always hard to remember," I said. "I think it was some fruit. Appley? Orangey?"

"Bananaey? Limey?" Isadora guessed.

Just when it hit me, I heard the sound of scraping. Hooks, more of the exact term.

"Shut up in there!" Lucafont yelled.

We were quiet, until we heard a man being dragged by, screaming.

"Let me go, Officer! I'm innocent! I'm not Count Olaf!"

The voice sounded very familiar.

"Jacques Snicket," Izzy whispered.

"Yes you are, you match his description!" Esme growled. "You have a uni-brow and a tattoo of an eye on your ankle!"

"It's designated for members of the job-community I work for to have this tattoo!"

"Cry me a river, Olaf!"

"I'm not Count Olaf!"

After I update this, I'll update Quig. Promise!