"How did you survive the harpoon? And the Mycelium."

"I would tell you, but I'm worried you orphan brats will never be able to wrap your little worm-heads around the idea. My name is Count Omar, and I am Olaf's younger IDENTICAL twin brother."

Violet gasped. "Oh...that makes sense..."

Omar facepalmed. "You see, you Baudeliars never get anything. Anyways, we plan to kill Duncan. We might get rid of Quigley too. But if that happens, we'll use Val to get the sapphires to buy a luxury car! Probably a BMW, and we'll call it the Count Olaf."

"But how are you going to get the Baudelaire fortune?"

"Hmm? Interesting question. I seem to recall hearing about a bratty little baby."

"Who? You mean Sunny?"

"No. The buck-toothed baby is now a buck-toothed brat. And to think of it, I could get the Snicket fortune too..."

"How?"

"Well, since your stupid parents haven't given us the fortunes yet, we're going to go baby-napping. For a-"

*flash-forward to VFD headquarters*

"Beatrice! Victoria!"

Bertrand ran into the room. "Beatrice?"

The Baudelaire mother sobbed. "Victoria...B-Beatrice...gone...kidnapped..."

Lemony rushed in, gasping for breath.

"Saw...Val Quagmire...escaping."

"I'm coming out of retirement."