Professor Layton Fan Fiction
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Layton:
Excuse me, sir. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the manor.
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Cashew:
(Note: This is not an actual name from the game, but it totally could be.) Why yes, of course! It's so nice to have visitors to our humble village. You see, we don't often see strangers here, which makes it difficult for a man of my tremendous caliber to find a wife!
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Layton:
Err, ummm, that's just... well, I'm sorry to hear that. But about those directions...
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Cashew:
Oh splendid! You know, it's quite difficult to find a wife here in our little village. All the pretty ones are taken, you know!
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Layton:
Uh... so should I go left or right at the end of the street?
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Cashew:
I fully suspect, however, that if I could just find the answer to this puzzle that's been frustrating me for all these years, that I would impress the nearest and loveliest lass and she would be utterly smitten with me despite the fact I bear a striking resemblence to a turducken.
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Layton:
Tur-what-en? Oh, nevermind. Really, sir, I must get to the manor!
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Cashew:
Oh! The manor you say? Hmmm. Okay, I'll tell you what: If you can solve this puzzle for me, I'll tell you where to go. How's that sound, my dear boy?
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Luke:
Layton, I've really got to pee.
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Layton:
Patience, Luke. (to Cashew) Sir, that sounds suspiciously like blackmail. Well I suppose that since my only other option is to take a look at this map here in my pocket, you have me at a disadvantage. I will solve your puzzle, Mr. Cash.
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Cashew:
Ew.
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Layton:
I'm sorry?
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Cashew:
It's Cashew.
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Layton:
Oh, of course.
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Luke:
Layton. I think I went oopsy.
POSTED Tuesday December 23rd
