I don't own the Baudelaires, Sally Hansen or the Ring.
An awkward silence. Klaus and Sunny looked pityingly at the back of Violet's head, her black hair swishing left and right as she took vehement steps, snow crunching below her feet. They didn't dare speak in fear of Violet's wrath. Better the snow than them. The three siblings were trailing down the mountain slope, with Violet first, holding the toboggan behind her, and Klaus bringing up the end. Sunny was in the middle, perched on the toboggan, clutching a hula girl lamp. A sudden breeze sweeped the children forward, at the same time chilling them. Sunny gave a small whimper from the cold. Violet stopped in mid-step, and turned around to face her sister.
"Sunny?" Both Sunny and Klaus perked their ears, surprised to hear their sister speak. "We'll be there soon," Violet said, nodding at the lamp. She gave her siblings a small smile and turned around, hitching the toboggan up.
From there, her steps were gentler.
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Count Olaf smiled indulgently as he rubbed his hands with Sally Hansen's Coconut Oil for Cuticles. The rich, dark oil seeped into his nails, giving them the strength of Vitamin E with a nice scent. Ah, they would make a delicious feast for later. Bless that woman.
He was leaning back on a comfy swivel chair, feet propped up on a table near an open cash register. After watching the movie, Olaf had returned to Blockbuster to capture it as his headquarters. It wasn't the best mountain cave money could buy, but it would be good enough to wait in until those Baudelaire brats arrived. Huh. How he loathed them, with their clever little schemes. The girl was pretty, but a snob and the boy was the worst of the bunch. He reminded Olaf of his old Latin teacher, with his droning voice and thick glasses. Ugh! And then there was that little monkey they carried around…
Olaf smirked and glanced towards the entrance to the store. Capturing it had been surprisingly easy. Now that the small staff and that old janitor were locked up in the 'Employees Only' room, all he had to do was wait for the Baudelaires to come. After all, those goody-goods would never forget to return a video, and they'd never dare peek into the sacred grounds of the 'Employees Only'. When the orphans walked in he'd be ready for them. Olaf breathed in the sweet smell of a plan coming together and coconut oil. Paradise.
Hey! Another short chap but I just wanted to get it up. I'm not sticking too close to the 'Ring' theme, but it might come back later….