A/N: so this is just a PL parody, if you guys like it I'll do the other games, this will have a lot of British references though bc I'm British and the games are all based in Britain, so if you don't get some of them I am sorry

The hot sun shone down upon the grassy fields, clumps of colourful flowers bursting through the grass, reaching towards the bright blue sky. Butterflies of every hue fluttered along the roadside, bumblebees hopped whimsically from flower to flower and dragonflies skimmed across the nearby river.

Like Triton, sat inside a quirky red car, watched the nature speeding past him and went to turn the knob of the radio. His hand was slapped away, however, by the gentleman sat next to him, wearing a top hat.

"Professor, please! Let me put my playlist on!" Like exclaimed, holding his aux cord up.

"A life ban is a life ban, Luke. If you think I'm going to spend a whole car journey listening to nothing but N-Dubz again, forget it. I'm a gentleman and I have standards."

Luke huffed, folding his arms, and turned back towards the window. A dragonfly flew up and hovered by the window. He stuck his middle finger up at it, in fury and defiance.

"Some standards. I can't believe you've dragged us out here, in the middle of nowhere, right when McDonald's Monopoly is starting! This "St Mystere" place will only have a Subway, at best," the teenage boy complained, "I have human rights!"

"Well, your instant win Apple pie will have to wait. We have an inheritance dispute to sort out."

Professor Layton handed Luke a brown envelope, stuffed with crisp white documents and black and white photos. One was of a huge, balding man wearing a rich red fur, posing for a photo in a club with several other old men, with the 'Walkabout' logo in the bottom left hand corner. Another had him holding a disappointedly sized fish by a lake.

"Standard British man photos," Luke mused and he found another which showed the man pinching the top of a clock tower, "What a lad."

"Not anymore. He died a few months back and left a rather confusing will. We're going down to solve the issue."

"Whoever finds the 'Golden Apple' will win the whole of my estate...well, that's not hard at all. They sold Golden Delicious Apples at the market, 10p for one and £1 a bag."

Professor Layton ignored this as slapping children was frowned upon these days.

"No one even heard of the Golden Apple before Baron Reinhold mentioned it in his will. It is our duty to find it so his family will receive what is owed to them. Some people believe it's an antique or a rare iPod touch. Either way, we must find it."

Luke tried to sneakily insert his aux cord whilst the Professor was talking, only to have his hand slapped again. The professor noticed the boy's frustration and handed him a small document.

"What's this?"

"I need directions to the village, Luke. Please decipher the map that the lovely Lady Dahlia left in her letter to me."

Luke pulled open the letter to see a confusing map, paths overlapping and intertwining, and five diagrams of towns.

"What the- What kind of garbage map is this?!"

"It appears Lady Dahlia is giving us a puzzle, to test our skills. Why don't you solve it, Luke?"

"But...Professor...we're already at the town…"

"Now, Luke, no puzzle may go unsolved," Professor Layton reminded his apprentice as he pulled up to a large drawbridge.

"Yeah, But...why do you need directions? We're at the town gate."

"Solve the puzzle, Luke. I won't ask again."

With an irritated sigh, Luke pointed to the picture of the town on the paper that matched the one before him, not even bothering to read the instructions above. The professor broke into a grin.

"Good job, Luke. Obviously I didn't need the help, as a puzzle that easy is solvable at a glance for me."

Luke didn't reply and stiffly got out of the car. Professor Layton joined him and they looked up, above the drawbridge, to the town before them. High above the thatched roofs and smoking chimneys, looted a dark and threatening tower. It freaked and groaned in the breeze, like it was alive.

"Erm, Professor," a worried Luke whispered, tugging on his mentor's sleeve. The professor ignored this and waved at the bridge operator.

"Hello, good sir! Would you please lower the bridge so we may enter the town? We have important business with Lady Dahlia."

"No."

"I-I see," Professor Layton replied, stumbling slightly, "May I ask why that is?"

"No ruddy crank."

Luke and the professor shared an uncomfortable glance. The bridge keeper adjusted his stained wife beater vest and ran a hand through his greasy hair, with no signs of following up with when the bridge would be up or what a crank actually was.

"Professor, is a crank slang for narcotics?"

"I can't say for certain, Luke, however there may be a chance that Soulja Boy is here."

The greasy man before them slapped his greasy palm against his greasy head, in greasy frustration.

"No, you idiots. My crank has kacked it and I can't work out how to fix the bleedin' thing, although it is technically my job."

"Ah! It would seem a puzzle is afoot!" The professor declared, pointing his hand into the skies.

"It really seems more of an engineering problem," mused Luke, who was utterly ignored as the Professor began barking instructions to the befuddled bridge keeper.

"Please, rotate cog A 90° clockwise, my good man!"

These orders continued, much to the annoyance of Luke, the frustration of Layton and the confusion of Franco, which was the bridge keepers name but seeing as neither Luke or Layton bothered to ask his name, it was never uttered.

"Maybe it was a bad idea to try and solve a visual puzzle from opposite ends of a river," Luke huffed.

"This seems to be rather difficult," Professor Hershel Layton sighed, stroking his chin, "Maybe it was a bad idea to try and solve a visual puzzle from opposite ends of a river."

Luke rolled his eyes.

"Professor, I never thought I'd have to say this but maybe this time we should leave the engineering to the professionals," he sighed. It was at this point he looked over to see Franco trying to eat the cog that had been troubling him, but felt it best to pretend he hadn't seen this, "Maybe there's another way into the village or we could just go home and have a delicious McDonald's dinner meal-"

There was a loud splash as Professor Layton hurled himself into the river and began furiously swimming across. Oblivious to Luke's screams, he pulled himself through the water, which had actually been far colder than he'd anticipated. However, he kept on going, blocking out the waters icy sting or the buoyancy aid Luke just hit him in the face with. Eventually reaching the other side, he emerged from the depths and quickly reached inside Franco's mouth to retrieve the cog.

The puzzle was solved.

"See, Luke, every puzzle is simple if you look at it from the right angle," explained the doggy Professor, as he dripped his way into the village.

The bridge was lowered and Luke crossed into the village, wondering if it was too late to call Childline and plead to Esther Rantzen herself for help. Nevertheless, he entered the village and prayed the apprehension in his heart was just indigestion.