A/N: Sorry I've ignored to put the author's notes on, but I'm such a procrastinator and i never do it. Hehehe. I'm really typing like a madwoman lately so. Read and and Review and lastly, ENJOY!

Klaus stared out at the people in front of him and he could feel his eyes going wide. There were so many people. There must have been roughly one thousand there. Sunny gazed out at the people from Jo's arms and turned away from the bright lights. Lemony was the first to speak.

"My fellow writers," he called out. Everyone went quiet and all eyes went on him. "We have a horrible epidemic at hand and we need to solve it quickly or our fictional worlds will be in harm's way."

There was a worried murmur among the people. They soon got quiet to listen to Lemony.

"They have returned and with a much stronger hold onto our worlds," he said. "There's only one way we can take care of them. We have to dispose of them as quickly as possible."

"But how will we do that?"

"You do realize that my character has periods, hormones, and boys to worry about?"

"Will this mean my hobbits won't be hairy anymore?"

"QUIET!"

Everyone stared at the object in Jo's arms and saw what appeared to be a very small baby. Klaus stared at his baby sister. Sunny glanced at everyone around her, as if nothing had been out of the ordinary.

"Anyways," Lemony began. "I've decided to accept this trip and with the help of the brightest child I've ever met, I hope to get rid of these loathsome creatures."

Everything was quiet. Jo looked at Lemony and had a worried look on her face.

"Lemony, be careful," she said. "We need you. You're the only person that can document their lives. None of the other authors can do that."

"I will," Lemony said. Jo gave Sunny to Klaus and shook his hand. She kissed Sunny on the head and shook Lemony's hand.

"Good luck."

"I'll need it."

Lemony turned on his heel and Klaus followed suit.



Olaf and his henchmen were standing outside of the bar they were just in, waiting for Violet to come outside. They were very agitated.

"Olaf," said the long nosed man. "Where is that damned girl?"

"Yeah," said the hook handed man. "She's taking too long and I'm feeling all those shots catching up with me."

"Oh, Sugarbunny, are you okay?" said the long nosed man as he put a worried hand on the hook handed man's shoulder.

"As long as you're here, Honeybugger," said the hook handed man. They both embraced and giggled. Olaf stared at them with his eyebrow raised in shock. Something was wrong…very wrong.

"Oh Olafey."

Olaf shuddered and turned around and saw, yet again, another shock.

There was Violet with platnium blonde hair, a hot pink fur coat, hoochie make up, and huge fake eyelashes on.

Olaf opened and closed his mouth to the extent that he looked like a goldfish in a fish bowl. Violet laughed and strutted over towards. She did a dramatic spin and locked arms with Count Olaf.

"Let's go, hon," she said.

"Uh...yes," he said. "We have to prepare for tommorow, my little Countess."

"Olaf, that is so sexy," drooled Violet. She gazed at Olaf in a love sick manner as they walked. They passed by some girls that were staring at the odd couple and Violet glared at them. "HE'S MINE! HANDS OFF, TRAMPS!"

To make her statement, Violet grabbed Olaf and licked the side of his face. Olaf's henchmen shuddered and hugged eachother as if to get away from Violet. Olaf wrinkled his nose and looked at Violet.

"Maybe you should lay off...ther er...face licking," he said. Violet turned to him and pouted.

"But..But...don't you love me?" she whined. Olaf closed his eyes. He was so wrong about this girl. He thought she was the smart one, the calm one. Turns out she was only a giddy little girl like all the other 14 year olds her age.

"Just forget it. We're at our hotel and-" he began. There was a dust trail before he could finish. He looked into the door he had opened and saw Violet already passed out on his bed. He clenched his fist to his side.

"Grrr, that little bi-"

"Uh...boss, where do we sleep?" the hook handed man interupted. Olaf turned to face him and glared at him with his shiny eyes.

"You? You, will sleep in the CAR!" he yelled. He threw up his arms in distress and anger and walked into his room. He slammed the door in their faces.

"Um...so that means we sleep in the car?" the hook handed man asked.

"I guess so, Sugarloaf," the man with the long nose replied. They looked at eachother and walked to the car together, hand in hook.