Thankfully, the Baudelaires are reunited at the front desk and spend the rest of their shift working in the lobby. However, as with working in a hotel, they’re so busy that evening they don’t have any time to discuss about the things they observed while they were apart. After all, there’s just so many things to do in the lobby like checking in V.F.D. guests which are pouring in from everywhere for Thursday’s summit. Not to mention, all the other stuff associated with concierge duties. Because the Baudelaires won’t get to talk to each other until late that night.

Of course, I had to pick the Beatles’ “Back in the U.S.S.R.” which refers to a dreadful flight from Miami Beach to the Soviet Union in a Beach Boys style riff which is the farthest thing from what you’d get in the Russian music scene during the 1960s. In this version, I have the Baudelaires working on the lobby desk as concierges and waiting for the time when they’ll get to discuss their findings.

 

“Back on the Hotel Ground Floor”

Sung by Violet and Klaus Baudelaire

Violet:
Oh, working at the Denouement right up till three
Wasn’t even tipped a dime
Spent the evening working in the front lobby
Man, it’s such a busy night
I’m back on the hotel ground floor
Not sure if I can take it all anymore, God
Back on the hotel ground floor. (Yeah)

Klaus:
Been away so long within this crowded place
Gee it’s good to be at desk
Don’t have time to talk or present my case
God, is there any time for rest?
I’m back on the hotel ground floor
Not sure if I can take it all anymore, God
Back on the hotel
Back on the hotel
Back on the hotel ground floor

Violet:
Well, the Dark Ave. boys really knock me out
Just see them from behind
And Prufrock guys make me sing and shout
But Quigley’s always on my mind

Klaus:
Aw come on!

Violet:
Oh, please!

Klaus:
Dear God!

Violet:
Dear God, why?

Klaus:
What the?

Violet:
I’m back on the hotel ground floor
Not sure if I can take it all anymore, God
Back on the hotel ground floor.

Klaus:
Well, my notebook’s really written out
Not sure what I can define
Don’t know if it’ll help us find stuff out
Fiona’s always on my mind

Violet:
Oh, so how long must we remain sitting at this front reception desk
Before we can all sit and talk
When you finish one job there’s always the next
We can’t all share what we saw
We’re back on the hotel ground floor
Not sure if I can take it all anymore, God
Back on the hotel ground floor

Oh let me tell you, siblings
Hey, we’re back!
We’re back on the hotel ground floor
We’re not free
Yeah back on the hotel ground floor

Ha ha