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F is for frills, frankfurters, and fire
Quigley called back the Baudelaires on the phone to tell them what happened.
"What? A lion killed Esme? But how? Not that I feel sorry, but---"
"No," said Quigley. "They're dying alphabetically, Arthur Poe, Bruce, someone, Duncan, and then Esme!"
"That can't be a coincidence!" cried Violet. "And F is next!"
"Fiona!" Quigley cried. "Or Fernald!"
"You call Fernald in Room 42, while I call Fiona in Room 43," said Klaus, taking over the phone. Klaus hung up and called Fiona's and Captain Widdershin's room.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Rang the phone, interrupting Captain Widdershins in his sleep. He drowsily made his way to the phone and picked it up. "Hellla?" he said.
"Is Fiona all right? Where is she?" asked Klaus worried.
Captain Widdershins turned his head and looked at the bathroom door where Fiona was.
"She's right next to me," he said. "Sheeeesh all right.
"Okay, just watch over her the whole time and make sure she's safe. The fact is that I think the killer is trying to kill her! Please keep her from anything!"
"I know, sugar plum," Captain Widdershins said and he hung up and fell asleep.
"Hello?" said Klaus. "Hello?" He tried to call again but no one answered.
"What happen?" said Sunny.
"Something is wrong with Captain Widdershins, like he's drunk or something. But he says that Fiona is fine," said Klaus. Suddenly the phone rang and Klaus picked it up.
"Fernald is completely fine as it seems," said Quigley. "But how about Frank Denouement?"
"Oh shoot, I forgot!" gasped Klaus.
Meanwhile, Frank Denouement was looking in the large wardrobe that contained different types of clothes, all of which had frills. Frills on kimonos, frills on army uniforms, frills on all the coats. "Interesting," he said to himself, and saw that his brother was too interested in a Banana Culinary Arts Program. He climbed into the wardrobe to see further (This is not the Chronicles of Narnia).
All of a sudden the wardrobe door shut closed, locking him in. "Ernest!" he yelled, but then saw something on the side of the wardrobe written in burn marks. He read what it said, trembling.
"Like a frankfurter in a roast, you're the roast" it read, as Frank froze in utter terror. The floor suddenly emitted flames like a row of small fountains.
Ernest smelled smoke coming from the wardrobe. "Frank?" he said cautiously. The wardrobe suddenly burned away and opened up, revealing Frank, roasted like a frankfurter. The flames stopped as the frilled clothes were burned to crisp, and so was Frank's entire body as he fell down and broke apart. Ernest was additionally stunned, but then the phone rang. He slowly picked it up.
"Hello," he said, too shocked to speak clearly.
"Is Frank all right?" Klaus asked.
"He was ina wardrobe and fire spurted out," Ernest said, still shocked.
"Oh…," was Klaus' reply. "I'm sorry that I called too late, very sorry. Please watch out for more stuff, the killer is killing people alphabetically! Next is G, then H, then I…it makes sense! But we can't escape because the doors are locked!"
"Sorry, I don't feel like talking," said Ernest wearily, and he hung up, too shocked over Frank's death.
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