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VeronicaWeasley - Thank you, thank you, thank you! I must say that I liked the kids best too, especially Paisley's. Also, how could I not accept your suggestion, I loved it! I can't wait for you to update, and I will definitely keep writing.

First off, this; Here we go with the chapter!

Ages: Fiona=35, Violet=34, Isadora, Quigley, Duncan=33, Klaus=32, Quinn=8, Oliver=7, Carrie, Quintus, Paisley=7, Casper=7.


"Quinn! Get over here!" Fiona shouted.

"I am over here!"

"Oliver!" Isadora grabbed her son's sleeve, and dragged him closer to herself. "Careful, you could get lost in this crowd!"

"I know, I know," Oliver wiggled his arm out of her grasp.

"Carrie, Paisley, where's Quintus?" Violet looked around herself in the crowded room.

"He's somewhere."

"Probably off hiding."

The three families were at the airport, waiting to board their plane. They were gathered in a room filled with people. It is unclear whether the word 'gathered' is really the most fitting in their situation though. The kids found it way more fun to run around in the room. Although their parents didn't.

"There he is," Duncan pointed out his and Violet's son on the other side of the room.

"Ugh! Quintus!" Violet shouted.

The little brown-haired boy turned his head, and when he saw he got spotted, he ran back to his family.

"Okay, from now on, nobody runs away from us," Klaus instructed.

"Why is that so important?" Casper asked.

"So we don't lose you and go to Italy without you," Casper rolled his eyes at Quigley's answer.

"You wouldn't do that," Quinn shook her head.

"Of course we wouldn't," Fiona ruffled her daughters hair.

"But we could lose you," Quigley said. His joke wasn't appreciated by Fiona.

"Lovella, Tiffany, you come here now!" a sudden voice shouted. It felt weirdly familiar to the older generation of Baudelaires and Quagmires.

A little redhead who looked to be around the Quagmire and Baudelaire kids' age ran past them. Another completely identical girl followed her. They turned their heads and stuck their tongues out at the person who had shouted their names.

When the family got a closer look at the two they could see the them more properly. They were surely twins; identical twins. Both had bright ginger hair; in big corkscrew curls. They had light blue eyes, and were dressed in cutesy pink dresses.

"You two! We're gonna miss our plane because of you!"

The triplets, Fiona, Violet and Klaus suddenly realized who the voice belonged to. They turned their heads from the little girls, and were met with exactly what they were expecting.

A woman, who looked more like a very tall child, with the nearly same facial features as her daughters. She had shoulder-length, ginger hair, curled up in corkscrew curls, and the bright, light blue eyes. Just as well as her the two little girls, she wore a pink dress, only hers was a little less poofy and flowy.

"Lovella, and Tiffany, you come here now!" she demanded.

"Why?"

"We don't even want to go to Italy."

"I don't either, but it's your stepbrothers birthday, and he wants to."

The look, the voice, the attitude. It was obvious by now who it was. In the middle of an eye-roll, the redhead turned her head towards the Quagmire-Baudelaire family. Her jaw slightly dropped, and a smirk creeped its way onto her lips.

"The Quagmires and Bau-delaires."

"Carmelita Spats," Violet bit her lip.

"So you Cakesniffers ended up together after all," Carmelita tauntingly stated.

"We did," Klaus didn't look her in the eye.

"Mom, who are these Cakesniffers?" one of the Spats girls asked.

"They went to Prufrock with me for a few weeks, before all of them disappeared, Tiffany," Carmelita explained in a sweet, childish voice.

"I see you found someone for yourself as well, Carmelita," Quigley looked down at the twins.

Carmelita smiled her usual stuck-up grin.

"I did! And we had these two," she pulled the twins closer to herself. "Aren't they adorable?"

None of the Quagmires or Baudelaires knew what to say. They surely seemed to have the same attitude as their mother, and so they couldn't be as sweet as they looked. At a closer look, Duncan spotted the tap-shoes on the girls' feet.

"Cakesniffing orphans," the twin girl who would be Lovella said, crossing her arms.

"Technically, Carmelita, you would be an orphan too now," Quigley reminded.

"Oh, but I'm not," Carmelita explained in a matter-of-fact tone. "My adoptive mother is still serving her time in jail, but she will be let out next year."

"Esmé," Violet breathed, and Carmelita nodded proudly.

"What do you do now Carmelita?" Isadora asked. "I see one of your daughters has gotten your tap shoes, and you bought a new pair for the other."

"I still tap," Carmelita said in a braggy voice. "But I do more dancing now. Many different styles actually. I'm amazing at all of them."

"She is," Lovella assured.

"No one's better than mama," Tiffany stuck her chin up.

"So are you still doing your pointless things? All your strange inventions, reading boring books, writing down useless things, drawing maps and writing poetry?" Carmelita giggled evilly.

"We are," Violet quickly replied. "I'm an inventor at the cities most prominent invention lab."

"I teach high school poetry," Isadora explained.

"I'm head journalist at the newspaper."

"I still research and read."

"I work at a lab, researching mycology"

"I'm a professional cartographer."

Carmelita laughed.

"Still Cakesniffing bookworms I see."

"I dance," Quinn took a step forward.

Carmelita snorted.

"Well, you're probably horrible at it," she said in her awfully fake sweet voice. "You could come to my studio to get actual good choreography and teaching."

"We would never let her go to your studio," Fiona pulled Quinn back.

Carmelita rolled her eyes.

"Your loss."

"You haven't changed either I see," Isadora commented.

"No. I haven't," Carmelita explained as if she was talking to three-year-olds. "I'm still cute, adorable, ravishing, gorgeus, excellent, lovable-"

"We get it," Klaus interrupted.

"Have you taught your kids songs about their names as well or what?" Violet sighed.

"Oh, I have!" Carmelita laughed. "Lovella, tell them."

"L is for Lovable, O is for Olympian, V is for Very cute, E is for Electric, the L's are for Lovely and Wonderful, and A is for Amazing."

Carmelita smiled and shifted the reciting to Tiffany.

"T is for Terrific, I is for I'm the best, the F's are for Fun and Fantastic, A is for Adorable, N is for Nothing bad, Y is for Yay for Tiff."

"All words describe both of them!" Carmelita celebrated.

"How can 'Yay for Tiff' apply to Lovella?" Violet asked.

"It can't," Carrie said.

This whole time she had been giving Lovella and Tiffany death glares.

"Yes it can!" Carmelita snapped, just like she had done so many times at Prufrock. "And it does."

"And how does L stand for Wonderful?" Duncan asked.

"Because both my girls are wonderful!"

"I think we're supposed to board now," Violet quickly took the first opportunity to stop the conversation when she saw the crowd moving.

Without another word, the Quagmire-Baudelaires and the Spats' walked away from each other, and hoped with all they had they were going to different places in Italy.


That was fun to write! I loved this oneshot, and I hope everyone did too. If you did, write it in a review. If you didn't, write it in a review.

Also write in a review if I should write about this random trip to Italy I came up with just for this story. I could turn it into a multiple part mini story in this oneshot collection.

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