Hello all! I'm finally writing Scene 2! So, as an added treat to you, my loyal readers, I'll let Violet answer your reviews!

Violet: Hello! This is Violet Baudelaire, here to answer your questions!

Let's start with NewbiaTheElf!

Laura V. thanks you! She is very glad you liked Scene 1 of this oh-so-tragic story. And by the way, I told Klaus that hitting his head on the car window repeatedly wouldn't make people laugh, but did he listen? No. Of course, I guess that's the typical little brother response. Either that or hitting his head on the window has scrambled his brains and he couldn't answer…

To Bellatrix Lestrange9:

YAAAAAUGH!!!!! Not the evil waiters!!!! I'm getting Laura to update, just hold your horses!

For QuigleyRules:

Ice cream happens to be a very healthy obsession. I like your penname, by the way. OH QUIGLEY, WHY WON'T YOU WRITE BACK?!?

To answer MlynnBloom:

Laura V. thanks you too. And if you're craving ice cream, there's a lovely little ice cream parlor out in the middle of nowhere I've been to recently. It was okay. It closes early though… What do you mean you already know?!

Arden C. Evans:

I am most certainly NOT freaky! I'm just very ice cream-deprived. Kevin, Colette and Hugo are freaky, just go ahead and ask them. But not Kevin, he'll go on and on for hours.

To Samela:

Well, it turns out he didn't steal the ice cream. I guess that's good, although Klaus says it would have been nice if they could get me away from ice cream for a while. Phooey on him.

In reply to SaturnStorm:

Yes, it was a tad unusual. That Laura, she's got one twisted mind. Don't tell her I said that. And EXCUSE ME, I am not a maniac! And that desk is MINE! –Laughs maniacally-

So anyway, Laura's got Scene II up and ready! Here it is, and remember, I am not insane!

Book the Twelfth: A Comedy Scene II Rock-and-Roll According to Sunny

Kit and the Baudelaires drove on in silence for a while, each thinking their own private thoughts.

Klaus: -Thinking- I wonder if Kit knows where she's going.

Kit: -Thinking- Oh gosh, I have no idea where I'm going.

Violet: -Thinking- I wonder if Quigley likes ice cream…

Sunny: -Thinking- Vanhalen. (I think I'll become a heavy metal rock star when I grow up.)

Kit: -Not thinking- Holy mushrooms!

Klaus: Fiona likes mushrooms!

Kit: No, Klaus, I was just saying that to express my amazement.

Violet: About what?

Kit: I've finally remembered the name of the place I previously couldn't remember the place of!

Sunny: Cum on! (Spill it woman!)

Kit: It's-

DUN DUN DUN

Klaus: I'm not going to say anything.

Kit: -The Place With No Name!

Violet: That's a cool name. It reminds me of a song I heard…

Klaus: -Sighs- Okay, why exactly are we going there?

Kit: I'm meeting some friends, and I thought you might want to meet them.

Sunny: Quiet world? (Are they Volunteers?)

Kit: You'll see.

Sunny: Habla es Sunnispeech? (How can you understand what I'm saying?)

Kit: I don't know. Besides, we shouldn't be arriving for a while. I, um…kinda got lost. A map would be really useful right now…

Violet: Quigley makes maps! We should ask him!

Klaus: Violet, is Quigley here?

Violet: No…

Klaus: Right. Let's see if we can figure out where we are. Kit, did you see any gas stations within the last 10 minutes?

Kit: I think I did about two miles before that "Bridge Out" sign.

Klaus: -Pauses- …Bridge…out?

Kit: Yep.

Klaus: What road was that on?

Kit: This one.

Violet: I saw that sign too, but I didn't think it was important.

Klaus: Am I the only one here who is of SOUND MIND?!?

Sunny: Rehearse? (Mind if I practice for my future career in heavy metal rock-and-roll?)

Klaus: Thank you for answering my question.

Sunny: Telecaster… (First I'll need an electric guitar to smash on the stage when I'm done with my song…)

Kit: Holy mushrooms! Again!

Klaus: -Through gritted teeth- Yes…?

Kit: The road seems to disappear about 17 feet ahead!

Violet: This car doesn't fly, does it?

Kit: Nope.

Klaus: Kit, the road-

Violet: I bet I could make it fly!

Kit: Yeah right!

Klaus: -Watching how quickly the road in front of them is shrinking- Then make it fly, now!

Violet: Hey! I'm the inventor here! I can do anything!

Kit: –Slams on the brakes three inches away from the edge of the road- Prove it!

Violet: Fine!

Klaus: Someone let me out of this mad house!

Sunny: Latromiym. (I think I'll play an Evanescence song for tryouts- Wait, why did we stop?)

-Outside the car-

Violet: -From under the car- You know, this thing needs an oil change.

Kit: Just make it fly.

Violet: Alright, alright. I'll need an eggbeater.

Klaus: Umm…Why?

Violet: To make the car fly, silly!

Kit: Here you go!

Klaus: Where did you get that?

Kit: It was in my pocket.

Klaus: Of course.

Sunny: Complicated…(Maybe I'll sing an Avril Lavigne song instead…)

Violet: -Crawling out from under the car- There! All fixed up!

Klaus: You mean it can fly?

Violet: Like a penguin! –Lightly kicks the back tire-

-Car slowly slides off the edge of the cliff-

Klaus: -After hearing the car splash into the river below- Penguins don't fly, Violet.

Violet: Oh yeah? Well explain- -Thinks for a moment- Oh wait, you're right.

Sunny: Inspiring. (For some reason this situation makes me want to write a sad song…Then I think I'll organize a band and scream it at the top of my lungs.)

Kit: -Staring at the spot where the car used to sit- My car…Gone…

Violet: Well, I guess we should start walking.

Klaus: Which way do we turn when we get to the gas station again?

Sunny: Unknown… (Wherever the music takes us…)

Klaus: PLEASE stop talking about that.

Kit: Car…My car…

Violet: I think somebody needs to take her hand and pull her, because she's not moving.

Klaus: -tugging on Kit's sleeve- She's much quieter!

Violet: -Glances at Sunny- Well you better enjoy the silence while you can, because Sunny just pulled an electric guitar out of nowhere and she looks like she's going to start singing.

Klaus: Somebody save us…

Sunny: Ka-boom! (I call this one "Explosive." It involves a lot of guitar smashing and the screaming of incomprehensible words.)

Klaus: Well at least when she smashes the guitar, it will all be over.

Sunny: Infinite! (Did I mention I have an unlimited supply of guitars?)

Violet: Why would you want to smash a perfectly good guitar?

Sunny: Avril duzzit. (It is a secret punk-rocker ritual.)

Klaus: You know, I think I'd rather listen to Kit blab on about some place she can't remember the name of than be forced to endure this. I'll be about three miles ahead where Sunny's music should be out of earshot.

Sunny: -Turning up amplifier- Farther. (Might want to make that five miles.)

Klaus: Okay, thank you. –Walks ahead, dragging Kit behind him-

Violet: On to The Place with No Name!

Sunny: Findos! (End of Scene II. Now excuse me while I rock out.)