Conde Olaf: … what is this?
Sunny: Dah dah
Conde Olaf: I’m sorry, I don’t speak monkey. BANANA

Sunny, the youngest, had a different interest. She liked to bite things and had four sharp teeth. There was very little that Sunny did not enjoy biting. Sunny was at an age when one mostly speaks in a series of unintelligible shrieks. For instance: “Dah dah” which probably meant, “Look at that mysterious figure emerging from the fog”

Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or, rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion. A room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents. And everything he read he remembered.

Violet Baudelaire, the eldest, was one of the finest 14 year-old inventors in the world. Anyone who knew Violet well, could tell she was inventing something when her long hair was tied up in a ribbon. In a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, Violet knew there was always something. Something she could fashion into nearly any device for nearly every occasion.