Hey guys…this is the chapter you all have been waiting for…the final chapter that explains everything including why I will not write a sequel to this fic. I hope that all of you have enjoyed my crazy fic and that I too have inspired people to write humor from there hearts…wow that was pretty lame lol…it's been soo much fun writing this fic and I hope you guys had a lot of fun reading it! Also a big thank you to anyone who reviewed my story! If it weren't for reviewers…I don't know what I would do lol.

Now without further ado (for the very last time tearsobtear)…I give you

Chapter 13
It's a Loverly, Loverly Spring!

If you have ever experienced a strange feeling like you have heard or done something before then you are experiencing what the French call déjà vu.

If you have ever experienced a strange feeling like you have heard or done something before then you are experiencing what the French call déjà vu. As for the Baudelaires, this was exactly what they were feeling as they woke up to this annoying tune in Mr. Poe's car.

Bum buttery flip fluttery dum deedley ooooo!

Bum buddley bluebird is singing a tune!
Daffodil-dillies all waken and prune!
Bursting in bloom all the flowers assume!
It's a loverly, loverly spring!

La lalala la lalala la lalala la lalala oooooo!

The Baudelaires sat up in what seemed to be Mr. Poe's car. They looked around for a moment to take in there surroundings and finally realized that they were being taken to there new guardian.

"Good morning children," said Mr. Poe in a very delightful voice.

"Good morning," yawned Violet. "Say where are we?"

"I am taking you to your next guardian," replied Mr. Poe.

"And who might that be?" asked Klaus who was literally half asleep.

"Your new guardian, Aunt Josephine… she will be meeting you at her house in stead of the dock. She said that she is afraid of anything that has to do with Lake Lachrymose and apologizes for it."

"Do you know why she is afraid?" asked Violet.

"She didn't say why. Perhaps it had to do with her husband's death. Your Aunt Josephine- she's not really your aunt, but your second cousins sister-in-law. Your Aunt Josephine lost her husband recently and it may be possible that he drowned or something… but it didn't seem polite to ask her how she became a dowager," he explained to the children.

Chit-chattery chipmunks all singing along!
Hummingbirds join in a spring-a-long song!
Spring is the springiest time for a song!
It's a loverly, loverly spring.

Violet, who was looking out the window and into the lake, was thinking very hard about something.

"Klaus, I had the strangest dream, and it was about are next guardian too."

"That's weird, so did I!" exclaimed Klaus.

"Ditto!" shrieked Sunny.

"Did your guardian have red eyes and loved to live in the dark?" asked Violet.

"Yes, that's exactly what my guardian looked like!" exclaimed Klaus.

In the forest we play with the rabbits all day!
We visit the birdies and fishes!
There's merry and care when there's spring in the air!
The feeling is just too delicious!

And so the Baudelaires went on about this strange dream they had… and how real it was to them.

"But, wouldn't it be cool if there was such thing as magic?" asked Klaus.

"Yeah, it would make life a whole lot easier," replied Violet.

Just at the mention of this, Violet found her self staring out the window again and into the forest of Lake Lachrymose. There she saw three hooded figures wearing, what looked like to her the same exact school robes from her dream. She turned around to tell Klaus.

"Klaus, look, look! It's Ron, Hermione and Harry from our dream!"

But when she looked again, they had vanished… there was no one there.

"Violet, you don't think our dream was real… was it?"

"I'm not sure of anything Klaus, for all we know… it could be… but then."

At the mention of this, Violet tied her hair back and stared out the window where she saw the three hooded figures.

Bum buttery buttercups all in a row!
Trilling and frilling and stealing the show!
May is the merriest month that I know!
It's a loverly, loverly, la la loverly, la la la loverly spring!

"Children, we are here at the dock. Now let's get you a taxi."

Mr. Poe waved down a taxi and helped the children put there bags in the trunk of the cab.

"I will say good bye to you here," Mr. Poe said. "The banking day has already begun and I am afraid if I go with you out to Aunt Josephine's I will never get anything done. Please give her my best wishes. I wish you luck with your new guardian, if there is anything wrong please feel free to call or fax me at the bank."

"We will Mr. Poe." said Violet.

"Goodbye, children."

And the Baudelaires got into the taxi where they sped off to there new home… as they were making their way towards Aunt Josephine's house they looked around the town.

"If our dream was real… then how did we end up back where we started?"

"I don't know… it all seems weird to me," said Klaus.

At the mention of this, Klaus put his hands in his pocket. With a weird expression on his face, he pulled out what seemed to be a lock… the exact lock that Klaus had unlocked from his dream. Violet gasped in shock, for she recognized the lock as well.

"You don't think we are crazy… are we crazy?" asked Violet with hope in her voice.

"Well… I mean… this is proof that the dream was real… but no one else is going to believe us because… um… well… they didn't have the same dream as us."

"Well, here we are," announced the taxi driver.

The taxi driver took their suitcases out of the trunk, set them in front of the peeling white door and drove down the hill with a toot! of his horn for a good-bye. There was a soft squeak as the peeling white door opened and from the behind the door appeared a pale woman with her white hair piled high on top of her head in a bun.

"Hello," she said smiling. "I'm your Aunt Josephine."

"Hello," Violet said cautiously before stepping forward to meet her new guardian. Klaus stepped forward behind her, and Sunny crawled forward behind him, but all three Baudelaires were walking carefully, as if there weight would bring the house toppling down from its perch.

"Hey Violet?"

"Yeah Klaus?"

"Let's hope that this too isn't a dream."

And with that said the orphans couldn't help wondering how a woman who was so afraid of Lake Lachrymose could live in a house that felt like it was about to fall in its depths.

THE END!

And don't do drugs!

hehe...now does everyone know why i cant write a sequel? Cause its already been written! so go read the SOUE books if you want a sequel lol...untill then...i highly recomend reading some of my other fics if u need something to read