A/N: Well, here's one of my horrible fanfictions, written at 2:30. This is really, really stupid, and I don't know why I wrote it. Review if you enjoy this madness of a fanfiction I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton, or any of it's characters. The incredibly awesome level-5 does.
One day, Luke, Flora, Clive and the Professor were all crammed into the Laytonmobile, going to a baseball game.
"PROFESSAAAAHH, TELL ME A STORY ABOUT BASEBALLLLL!" Luke whined.
"LUKE SHUT UP, WE'RE ALREADY GOING TO A BASEBALL GAME!" Layton shouted, throwing a shoe at Luke, which hit him in the eye.
"OWW! MY EYE!" Luke screamed, and started crying.
"MY PRECIOUS SHOE!" Clive yelled, and started crying along with Luke.
"PROFESSORRRRR, TELL CLIVE TO SHUT UPP!" Flora screamed.
"ENOUGH EVERYONE! WE'RE AT THE BASEBALL GAME. SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF THE CAR! AND PLEASE, TRY TO BEHAVE!" Layton shouted, parking the car and getting out.
"YAY! BASEBALL!" Luke shouted.
They found some places to sit, and sat down to watch the game.
"PROFESSAH, I'M HUNGRRYY!" Luke shouted.
"CLIVE, TAKE LUKE AND FLORA TO GO GET SOME FOOD." Layton said, handing Clive 30 bucks.
"FINE! BUT I'M NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT. COME ON, KIDS." Clive said, grabbing Luke and Flora's hands and dragging them to the food stand.
A few minutes later, they returned, food in hand.
"PROFESSOR, HERE'S YOUR HOTDOG!" Clive shouted, throwing a hotdog at the Professor.
"Thank you, Clive. Did you save any money?" Layton asked, taking a bite of his hotdog.
"Yes, I saved 10 dollars. But I used it to buy this!" Clive exclaimed, spinning around and changing into a maids outfit.
"CLIVE, WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU BUY THAT?!" Layton shouted.
Clive posed, and danced around. "BECAUSE, IT MAKES ME LOOK HAWT!" Clive shouted.
"PROFESSORRR, CAN I DRAW CLIVE LIKE A FRENCH GIRL? HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S A FRENCH MAID!" Luke shouted.
Flora giggled. "CLIVE AND LUKE, SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-" Flora began, but got hit in the head with a baseball.
"YAY! THANK YOU FOR KNOCKING HER OUT!" Luke shouted happily.
"OH GREAT, NOW SHE'S NOT GONNA WAKE UP FOR A FEW HOURS. WHAT THE HECK DO WE DO NOW?" Clive shouted.
"Hmm. I have an idea." Layton said.
They carried Flora out to the Laytonmobile and put her in there. They then got into the car, and drove home.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Clive got a job as a maid, Luke drew Clive as a French girl, Flora woke up and proceeded to puke all over the Professor, and the Professor never got to finish his hotdog.
The end.
