Moar!? You can't have moar! *beats Sukairaaaaaa* Joking joking, have as many as you like.
Sukairaaaaaa! Sukairaaaaaa! I seriously loled when writing the chappy. I don't now why, it probably isn't even funny.
The whole Professor Layton cast and Cocopops were standing around a deep pit, filled with the bodies of the reviewers.
"...Paige Fox, Lia300, DragonsAreFriends1. I think that's all of them..." mumbled Cocopops. "Hang on, Darkstar Runner's still alive! Shoot her!"
The Professor pulled out a shot-gun and fired it in the pit.
"Good. Now, on with the mourning."
Everyone mourned over the reviewers tragic deaths. Layton then handed Luke a letter, who looked at it for a while before saying "I don't understand Professor, why are we going to help solve an inheritance dispute?"
"Wrong side fool." grumbled Don Paolo. "You're reading the script again."
Luke blushed, "Sorry! Let's see... What in the-- What's this!?"
"Stop reading the script!" Don flicked Luke's hat off his head. Luke died of head-coldness and fell into the pit.
"You killed me!" screamed Legal, pushing Paolo into the pit.
"I escaped from the farm!" cheered Klaus, running up to the group before they stepped to the side and he fell into the pit.
Cocopops clicked her fingers, going back to the time when Luke was reading the letter.
"Let's see--" said Luke, again, only to be interrupted.
"QUESTIONS!"
Layton and Luke, which of you loves me more?
"The Professor loves you more! He talks about you when he's sleeping!" Luke quickly blurted out.
"No I don't!" Layton pushed Luke into the pit.
"Hey!" Cocopops scolded Layton, "What's with all the Out Of Character-ness all of a sudden!"
Luke pulled himself out of the pit. "Okay, I lied. It was wrong of me. I just don't want any more fan-girls chasing me! Some of them stalk me dressed as chinchillas! The Professor still loves you more though. He loves everyone--"
The Professor had dressed himself up as Father Christmas, was sitting in a grotto and had Don Paolo sitting on his knee.
"I want a potato-clock and some speedos!" said Don Paolo.
Layton smiled. "Ho ho ho! Well you can't have any of those because you've been a BAD BOY!"
Don ran off, crying.
"--I don't think he loves Don Paolo."
"Yes... NEXT!"
Luke, you say you never take off your hat, so does that mean you wear it when you're sleeping?
"Yes." Luke answered bluntly, stroking his hat lovingly.
"Tell us more!" said Cocopops.
"What else is there to tell? I don't want to say I wear it in the shower or everyone will picture me in the shower."
Cocopops coughed slightly. "Next..."
Chemley, can I have a cookie?
"No, they're all mine!" Chemley shoved all the cookies in his mouth, "The bestest cookies in all the land..."
Luke then took a cookie from a bowl. "Did you buy these cookies? It says 'made in China' on the bottom..."
"He must of, unless his wife brought them from Iceland..." mumbled Cocopops.
Everyone shuddered. Iceland Cookies...
Dahlia, why are rich women like you so obsessed with cats?
Dahlia froze, "I'm not obsessed with pussy-wussy-cats."
Awkward silence...
"So maybe I enjoy their company. You just have to adore their cute 'ickle facey-waceys!" Dahlia fussed Claudia.
Cocopops then clapped her hands. "Dahlia, I got something for you! I been trying to get rid of it, but I think you'll like it!"
Cocopops handed Lady Dahlia a card-board cut-out of Professor Layton dressed as a cat.
"Why do you have that?" asked Layton, rubbing the brim of his hat.
"Long story... That's all we've got time for folks-- or that's all I'm bothered to write losers-- I just have one favour to ask... I would at least like to know that my dear reviewers are still alive. Feel free to review even though you have no questions... Or you'll be in the pit!" Don then ran up to Cocopops wearing a speedo and a potato-clock and pushed her in the pit.
"Holy cr--" Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzh.
~Oopsies!~
~We're just having some minor problems with the characters.
We'll be back shortly~
~Oopsies!~
In the background, the sounds of Cocopops beating up Don can be heard.