Now, who has looked at Don Paolo and thought: I bet he wasn't always like that or I'm sure he's nice really! We all have our ambitions don't we? His is just to kill a guy... So yeah, a little random drabble.

The Truth of Don Paolo

Don Paolo pranced out of bed and skipped down the stairs, quite merrily. "Oh what a beautiful day!" he cried, his hands pushed against his heart. He took out some clothes, and squirrels and various other woodland animals dressed him while he sang about various good things.

"I must say good morning to Mr. Layton!" exclaimed Don, ashamed for forgetting something he had been doing for the past. Five. Years."Oh! But silly me! I need to comb my hair back!"

Don took hold of his hairbrush and brushed it back neatly. He looked so snazzy, any woman would swoon at the sight of him. His upper lip remained bare, so any beverages or snacks wouldn't get stuck in the bristles and ruin his look.

"Good morning Mr. Layton!" Don waved as the man climbed into the red car.

The man glared. Only glared. Like he had been doing so for the past. Five. Years.

"Mr. Layton needs to shave," Don whispered to a chipmunk, when Layton had driven off. "His beard has gotten so awfully spiky. Oh, but I mustn't act so wicked! Time to do the gardening!"

Don pranced around his neat garden, pulling out any little-ickle naughty weeds that threatened the poor lickle pansies. Later, he sat in the sunshine, telling stories to children and fluffy little baby bunnies and sneezed cutely each time Don tapped them lightly on the nose.

"Ooh! Mr. Layton!" Don called out as Layton parked his car. The man glared at him, however he stamped over to Don's garden.

"Leave me alone! I don't like you!" growled Layton.

Don took hold of Layton's hands and skipped around in circles. "But I love everyone, Mr. Layton!"

Layton snatched his hands away and walked off, dizzily. So dizzily in fact, he trod on one of the poor ickle-wickle defenseless pansies.

"Nooooo~!" Don screamed as he held the corpse of the flower. His hair began to fall out in shock, and the parts that didn't fall out stood on end. A mustache sprung out of his upper-lip as he begged – no screamed – for mercy. All the children ran away from the scary man, and the cute little rabbits got trampled on.

And that my children, is the truth of Don Paolo.