Omg, it appears that I'm continuing it.
Well, I'd like to thank everybody for their reviews and motivation. Well.. You asked for it.. (Strangely) And here it is;
Last time on Professor Layton and the Mashed Potato Box:
Layton and Luke procrastinate and it fails to prevent the rather boring death of Andrew Schrader, after he had opened the cursed Mashed Potato Box- A box rumoured to kill whoever opens it. The only clue left behind by the police was a train ticket that leads to nowhere. And after broading the Gruesome Express and having the worst possible luck, the two stand there on the deck of the train. Why? Idk, they did that in the game for some reason, just go with it.
(..and remember kids! intentional ooc!)
Getting bored of staring at rows and rows of grass, and getting chilly from being so wet, Layton suggested they leave the deck and continue to search around for more clues about the Mashed Potato Box. Luke agreed.
The two were walking through the hideous train again when they noticed a short man with a hat and a cane, standing there for no particular reason."Why don't we just ask other people what they know about the box?" Said Layton. "Makes it easier on us." "Yeah." Agreed Luke, "The less to explore the better. This entire train is making me sick to my stomach."
"Or burning out my retinas," His mentor added.
Layton approached the man, "Hello, sir!"
With a smooth movement, the man turned to Layton. He had an arrogant look on his face. "Ah, hello." Smiled the man, "No need to call me sir. The name's Mr. Beluga, and this is my train."
Layton and Luke stared at the man in shock.
"Isn't this the most lovely train you have ever seen?" Mr. Beluga continued. "This train has been all over the London papers, and critically praised."
"WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF FANTASY ARE YOU LIVING IN?" Screamed Luke.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Shouted Layton. "SIR, I BELIEVE YOU'RE DELUSIONAL."
Mr. Beluga smiled a somewhat sinister smile, "I don't believe I understand what you're saying. Train enthusiasts come from all over the world, to ride my wonderful train."
"YOU'RE SICK! COME ON, LUKE."
Luke and Layton proceeded to run away from the senile man.
Mr. Beluga just laughed, "Everyone loves my train. Everybody loves my train. People come from all over the world... Just to ride my train."
Feeling hungry, Layton and Luke decided to try the dining car one last time. The waiter had greeted them again and finally let them sit at an open table. The two took a look at the very promising menu, and already felt their spirits rise. "I want this, and that, and this, and that, and this!" Said Luke, pointing to different foods. The Professor watched the boy in horror, "You're going to fucking eat a hole in my wallet!"
There were shouting at the other end of the dining car, all the way in the back where the kitchen was. One of the voices were very familiar."What's that?" Luke frowned. They both turned to the commotion. Mr. Beluga was seen yelling at some large heavy-set man in the kitchen. He was wearing a large white chef hat.
"THIS ISN'T CHICKEN!" Screamed Mr. Beluga, waving around a chicken wing, "THIS IS BEEF."
"Mr. Beluga!" Frowned the chef, "Sir, your eyes are going. Please, sit down and have a glass of water!"
But Mr. Beluga wouldn't listen, "Does this look like chicken to you? THIS IS CLEARLY A PORK CHOP!"
Layton and Luke turned away from the commotion and back at the menu, "Not our fault." They muttered. The waiter approached their table and took their orders. Luke looked up at their waiter, as he watched the fight with a solemn expression on his face. Curious about the pain in his eyes, Luke decided to speak.
"Has Mr. Beluga always been this insane?" Luke asked. There was a hint of sympathy in his voice.
The waiter nodded, "N-not always. You see.. A long time ago, Mr. Belu-"
"RHETORICAL QUESTION." Luke snapped.
The waiter scurried away, and soon came back with two plates of jello and two forks. "Enjoy."
"What the fuck?" Frowned Luke.
"Excuse me, but this isn't what I paid for." Said Layton. "Luke ordered every fucking thing on the menu, and I ordered a salad."
"We only serve flavoured jello here." Said the waiter, pointing to a small sign on the wall that read 'WE ONLY SERVE JELLO.'
"What the HELL? So you're saying that my jello tastes like EVERYTHING on the menu?"
"Yes."
"And Professor's jello tastes like a salad?"
"Yes."
Layton sighed, "My appologizes, sir. Carry on."
The waitor walked off to assist more people. Luke sighed, "Are you REALLY going to let them do this to us, Professor?"
"HELL NO!" Layton pushed his salad jello aside, "Come on, let's get in that kitchen and get some REAL food."
"With pleasure!"
Layton and Luke hopped out of their seats and stompped angrily to the back of the car. Senile Mr. Beluga was long gone by now, leaving the chef he was yelling at in tears. The chef turned to Layton and Luke, "No no no. Get out of the kitchen! Do you want me to get in even more trouble! Besides, look at your clothes. You might bring in all those germs and make our passengers sick!" Luke and Layton looked around at the disorderly kitchen. There were roaches running across the counter tops, and dust collecting on filthy glass plates.
"OUT!" Ordered the chef.
"Now hold on!" Said Layton, "Me and Luke would like a salad, and everything on the men- I mean a cheeseburger."
"Aw what?" Frowned Luke, "I don't want a cheeseburger."
"I'M NOT FUCKING BUYING YOU EVERYTHING ON THE MENU. Get a job, you lazy moocher."
The chef shook his head, "We only make flavoured jello here."
"I just saw Mr. Beluga with a chicken wing!" Luke countered.
"No." Said the chef, "Apparently it was a 'beef-pork chop.' But anyway, real food is only reserved for Mr. Beluga and his nephew, Sammy."
Layton and Luke cursed in unison. They turned to leave, when Luke noticed something.
"OH MY GOD IS THAT AN OBESE HAMPSTER?"
Indeed it was. It was an enormously fat fluffball of a hamster, sitting on the counter, eating real lettuce.
The chef ran in front of it in an attempt to block their view, "It's nothing."
"Sir, why is there a pet in the kitchen?" Frowned Layton.
The chef sighed, "Okay, you got me. The jello made here at the Gruesome Express is.. Made out of hamster."
Layton and Luke said nothing and neither did the chef. The two left the dining car without saying a word.
They encountered the fat bitch from earlier talking to Inspector Chelmey about her missing child, but the two couldn't bring themselves to care. Inspector Chelmey looked up at the two from his place on the ground as he watched them walk away. "I wonder what Gayton's doing here." He said to himself, "And why he has that expression on his face." His mind was on that for only a second. He turned his mangled body back to the fat bitch and resumed his conversation. Next, they encountered Sammy, Beluga's nephew holding some kind of mechanical piece of some sort, but they walked right on passed him without a second glance.
On the way back to their cart, they bumped into a mysterious girl wearing sunglasses indoors and a scarf over her head.
"Oh, hey Flora." Said Luke, "Why are you here?"
The girl gasped.
"You know you should disguise yourself a little better." Said Layton.
Flora frowned, "I.. You weren't supposed to know. I.. I didn't want.. You.." She started to cry, "You left me alone in a village full of.. Full of.."
Layton sighed, "Fine. You can stay."
Flora smiled.
"But the mashed potato box has killed my mentor. So you have to promise me to be extra careful."
Flora nodded.
"Pfft." Luke mumbled to himself, "What a goody two-shoes."
The girl took off her stupid disguise. As soon as she threw away the sunglasses, the train began to shake and rumble, before it fianlly ceased moving all together. Flora fell to the floor, and Luke bounced against the wall. Only Layton managed to keep his balance, "AW SHIT! EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES!"
Just as they were about to run around screaming with their arms in the air, a few of the train's engineers ran past them. They were screaming stuff, but Layton heard "Downed train on the tracks" in their conversation.
Layton sighed in relief, "We're not being ambushed, children. There's something on the track, preventing us to move."
Flora turned to Layton, "So scary men with machine guns aren't going to march in here at any minute, and rape me at gun point?"
"That's right, Flora."
Flora frowned, "Oh." There was a hint of dissapointment in her tone, "Oh, well that's good.. I guess."
"What are we going to do now?" Sighed Luke. "I was looking forward to getting the hell off this train."
"Well since no one else is going to fucking help, I guess it's up to me." Layton muttered. He walked outside the train, where he found Sammy and Mr. Beluga aruging with each other instead of moving the damn car. Layton stepped up to the freight car on the track, took a sliding puzzle out of his hat, and began to work on it. Mysteriously, the freight car disappeared.
"What the fuck? How did that puzzle solve anything?" Frowned one of the engineers.
"NEVER DOUBT THE POWER OF PUZZLE!" Screamed Layton. He returned back to the train, and a few minutes later it was moving again.
The three of them were solving puzzles and talking when the train stopped again at the town of Dropstone. It was a beautiful little village of some sort, and luckily there was a big festival going on, celebrating the town's 50th anniversary.
Layton turned to Sammy who was standing outside the train.
"Hi there, Top-hat dude. Thanks for helping out with the freight car earlier. The name's Sammy Thunder!"
"..Hello.. Sammy. What's going on here?"
Sammy smiled, "Ah well that sudden stop fucked up the brakes, see? So it'll take 3 hours to repair. Why don't you wander around Dropstone, find a nice dealer and get crazy high."
"This train gets worse and worse." Layton muttered under his breath. "Thanks for the information, Sammy."
Layton joined back up with Luke and Flora, who were standing there patiently in front of the enterance to the train.
"What's going on?" Asked his apprentice
"They finally realized the train was fucked up and needed repairs. In the meantime, let's wander around Dropstone."
"To be honest Professor, I don't even remember what we were searching for." Said Luke.
"Me either." Layton shrugged.
Now that our heroes are off the Gruesome Express, what adventures await them in the village of Dropstone? I don't care, and neither do you. Stay tuned. Or don't stay tuned, whatever! I'm not getting paid for this. See ya next time on Professor Layton and the Mashed Potato Box!
