In the Morning

by HyperInuyasha

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Luke climbed down the stairs, having just woken up. He had to try to make a breakfast before anyone else can wake up.... Before his brain explodes from extreme stress.... He walked into the kitchen and silently opened the cabinet and got out the cereal. Then he walked over to the fridge and got the milk. Now he had to get the bowl and he's clear. He didn't want to risk his brain getting a spoon... He grabbed the bowl... but then it clanged against other plates.

OH CRA-

Then immediatley, Professor Layton sped down the stairs, putting on his shirt. Then Flora came, with an aura of sadistic glee. Needless to say, they were both pratically going to torture him into insanity.

"Making breakfast Luke? This reminds me of a puzzle about breakfast... " said Layton, who was about to bomb him with a puzzle.

"Lukey, you escaped from my cage last night. I guess I have to punish you." said Flora, taking out a whip.

"Oooh! I have a question! What is the combined item of milk and whatever the heck Flora is holding?" asked Layton, who was oblivious to Luke's constant torture.

"Ummm.... Whip cream?" asked Luke, shivering.

"Correct! Every puzzle has an awnser! Now come on! Let's go enjoy breakfast." said Layton.

"Ooooh! How about you make some bacon while me and Luke has some 'fun' in the living room?" asked Flora evily. She glanced toward poor Luke, who was scared, but happy that he was going to eat bacon.

"Oh yes! Bacon is good for breakfast. Which reminds me of that puzzle I was talking about. 'A mother brings breakfast to her three kids, bringing a plate of scrambeled eggs, bacon, and french toast. Judging by the following clues...." droned Layton as he got some bacon from the fridge. But the clues to the puzzle was unknown, as Flora was already dragging Luke into the living room.

"I'm going to dress you up as a dog today Luke. No crying this time and I might give you a bone!" said Flora, dragging Luke, thinking as if giving him a bone would make him feel better.

"HELP ME!" screamed Luke.

"I'm afraid that's not the awnser. Minus 8 Pictarats...." murmurred Layton, taking out a notebook and pencil and crossing out some numbers, letting his bacon set on fire.

Fin