I do not own Professor Layton. The concept. The games, I have.
"Mister Hamster, fat and round,
we can barely lift you off the ground.
Don't you want to play?
Normal hamsters run all day.
Treats are tasty – in small amounts –
until you weigh more than the scale can count.
Exercise is what you need,
so it's time to cut back on the –"
"Hey!" Luke yelped as he was suddenly pelted with hamster feed. It didn't hurt, but he found himself ducking his head regardless.
"I don't think he liked your song much," the professor noted absently. He hadn't been anticipating an optimistic result. "In fact, I fear you may have offended him a bit." Layton politely left out any remarks about the crudely pieced together lyrics or the boy's horribly off-key singing. He thought it impolite to discourage the boy when he'd worked so enthusiastically at something. And there was little he couldn't suffer through with a cup of tea in hand.
"I was just trying to get him motivated," Luke pouted. But the professor's explanation seemed reasonable – he normally got along superbly well with the overweight critter.
"Oh, but you did quite well." Until that very moment, Layton never would have guessed the hamster could lift its flabby arms, let alone throw something with such precision.
"But that's not really the way I planned it . . ."
I quite literally just started Professor Layton and the Diabolical box. Not even twenty puzzles in, but during the kitchen scene I happened to notice the hamster was practically twice the size of Luke's head. I want to write another story like this – just so I can have someone point that out – but it's rather out-of-character, since Luke normally gets along well with animals.
Except the cat in the first game. Hah.