Professor Layton Hit the Road Chapter 17
After Momma Bosco decided to enter in the group as one of the characters the author shoved in with no plan of actions for them, Sam and Max headed towards Harry Moleman new home, a rather fancy looking apartment building.
« Well, here we are at Harry's place! » Sam exclaimed. « Never thought a homeless moleman could afford living in what is essentially the white house of this street. I mean, at least the walls aren't inhabited by sentient rabbits! » Max joked.
« Well that's because he either stole the money for this residence or his uncle Morty did actually hide his money on the statue of liberty. » Sam deduced. « I'm more amazed that he decided to stay here. With all that money, I think he would had been better off anywhere else! » Momma Bosco commented.
« True, but you have to admit that despite constant alien invasions, shitty 80's villains and ratmen in the sewers, the Street has his charm! » Sam commented. « Yeah, I would never change it for anything else, if I have to be honest. » Momma Bosco sighed.
« And hey! No sign of fog! Certainly makes it better than that other place. » Max commented. « Be thankful that in our stay there hasn't been a single drop of rain. I thought British weather was supposed to be 90 % rainfalls. » Sam commented.
« So, how are you boys gonna convince Harry to go to England? He was a stubborn little man. » Momma Bosco asked. « We have our ways. » Max grinned as he pulled out a mace out of nowhere.
But as the group went towards the door, a loud screaking noise could be heard in the distance, until it became closer. It belonged to a police car which quickly slammed itself in front of a building. Then, coming out of the passenger seats where two rather robust men, one of them a police officer.
He wore a pale-coloured jacket with a low white shirt and red tie. His chest hair and quiff were both blue. He begun to wrestle with the other man, clearly a convict of some kind. Coming out of the driver seat was another man, with a white shirt, a red necktie and a deranged look in his eyes.
The third man quickly begun helping the second out with dealing with the criminal, but was pushed aside by the criminal. « Damn, thought you British boys were a bunch of sissies! What are you, Charles Bronson!? » the third man exclaimed.
« By all alligators in Space Florida after the elephants invented fire! Flint! Need any help!? » Sam exclaimed, recognizing one of the trio. « Sam! Max! Momma Bosco! Good to see you! And nah, me, Inspector Clamp Grosky and this bonehead are having a swell time! » the man, Flint, exclaimed, as he begun beating the criminal with a water hydrant.
However, it was of little use, as the thug shrug off the two and looked at the group. As he glared at Sam, Max and Momma Bosco, the woman pulled out a laser gun, shooting the man with it and turning him into dust.
The other man alongside Flint, Grosky, looked surprised at the scene. « I say… » he said shocked and with a British accent. « Oh, no need to worry, darling. Just use this molecular recombinator to put him back into pieces. But between me and you, I think you should keep him like this until he has finished his sentence. » Momma Bosco said as she handed Grosky the gun.
« I…many thanks. Anyway, the name is Inspector Clam Grosky, as my friend here introduced me before. From Scotland Yard. » Grosky introduced himself. « What is a Limey from the United Kingdom doing in the land of hypocritical freedom and gun usage? » Sam asked.
« We were going to deliver this thug to the police station, but then he decided to fight back, causing me to take the Underway instead and ended up here in the States! » Flint explained. « That must had been a weird experience. » Momma Bosco commented.
« You kidding? It was amazing! Skavenblight looked gorgeous this time of the year when there isn't the 4957394573298th Skaven civil war. » Flint exclaimed. « One of these days we gotta visit the place! » Max commented.
« So what are you doing in Britain Flint? I though the place was not for your style of justice. » Sam asked. « Yeah, with all those "regulations" towards criminals. Just beat them to a bloody paste already, will ya!? » Max complained.
« You kidding? The place is awesome! Thugs, master criminals, Scottish separatists… » Flint begun to list the criminals he had to deal with. « Wait, Scottish separatists? What do they do, aggressively demand another referendum? » Max joked.
« May I ask, who are you folks? Flint seems to know quite a lot about you. » Grosky asked. « Why, we're Sam and Max! Freelance police! Here to work in a case in Misthallery revolving a giant mechanical spectre destroying the countryside! » Sam proclaimed.
« Huh. Didn't expect that out of Misthallery. Most of their crime records could be recorded on a notebook. » Grosky noted. « Also isn't that fog generator in England? What are you doing here in the states? » Flint then asked.
« Well, in order to find out who could be the fiend behind the spectre's attacks, we need Momma Bosco tech to clone a certain Mr. Barde, and we are here in front of Harry Moleman house to get him to summon his spirit and plunk it in the clone Momma Bosco created to interrogate him savagely! » Sam exclaimed.
Grosky remained silent and confused. « You get used to it. I mean last time we had to deal with a rampaging demon! » Flint reassured the man. « I'm still having an hard time believing all of this. » Grosky commented.
« Would you believe me if I say that Professor Layton is in the case as well? » Sam asked. « Layton? As in the hatted guy everyone in Scotland Yard keeps talking about? » Flint asked. « The very same! Alongside plenty of other questionable individuals such as Emmy Altava, Luke Triton, Sniper and Claptrap! » Sam exclaimed.
« Wait, Emmy is there as well? Might as well explain why she wasn't there yesterday for the last case. » Grosky commented. « Anyway, now that the presentations are over, it's time to summon the Mole counts! Or count, because there is only one moleman here. » Sam commented as he knocked at the door.
Coming out was a tiny man with the head of a mole with glasses. « Sam? Sam is that you? Goodness, how long has it been!? » Harry cheerfully asked. « Good to see you too little buddy. I see that Uncle Morty wasn't lying when he told you where the money where. » Sam greeted the mole.
« No kidding! And thanks to my ability to summon ghosts, my life is set once and for all for luxury! » Harry exclaimed. « Speaking of ghost summoning, we need your help. » Sam said. « Let us call it a way to repay us for talking with Uncle Morty. » Max grinned.
« Sure. I couldn't be where I am without you two. So, how can I help you? » Harry asked. « We need to resurrect a certain Mr. Barde to interrogate him savagely regarding ghost attacks in Misthallery in Britain. While we could just use Momma Bosco cloning machine to get him back, I'd like to punch someone into submission that isn't as braindead as a gaming journalist, so we need to summon his spirit. » Sam explained.
Harry scratched the back of his head embarrassed. « Ehh….it's not that I don't want to help you right now, buuuutttt I AM quite busy here with- » he tried to justify himself, before a loud voice came from behind him.
« Did someone say Misthallery? » it belonged to a man with a dark green blouse and an Egyptian fez. Weirdly enough, in his chest he held a weird tentacle creature. Everyone looked at him confused.
« I must be blessed that most human beings in this era had their mind expanded, allowing to fully witnessing my form without losing their mind. » the creature begun to speak. « Papierwaite! Yog-Soggoth! What on earth are you doing here at Harry house?! » Sam asked confused.
« We were just having some relaxing tea at Mr. Moleman house for a change. Some of the finest I have ever drunk in centuries, I must add. » the creature, Yog-Soggoth begun to speak. « And what's with your big interest with Misthallery? What, are you a fog fetishist? » Max asked annoyed.
« No. It's because Clark Triton, an old colleague of mine, lives in there as the mayor. » Papierwaite explained. « I do wonder how that little rascal of his is doing. I haven't seen him since he was a toddler! » Yog-Soggoth wondered.
« He's annoying as hell. Nothing much. » Max responded. « It is also said that Misthallery is the location of the ancient Golden Garden of the Azran civilization! I've always wanted to see it with my own eyes. » Yog-Soggoth then said.
« Does that mean we can go to help Sam and Max resurrecting this Barde guy? I really wanna repay the two for finding all the money Uncle Morty hid away. » Harry asked. « But of course! It might as well be a good reason to see how Clark is doing these days! He hasn't even responded any of my calls, the rascal! » Papierwaite exclaimed.
« I sure would like to carry all of you folks back to fogland, but the Desoto does have his capacity limits. » Sam said. « Not that it ever stopped it from carrying you around! » Max joked. « No problemo! We'll just drop this little dust thug to the police, bring Mr. Papierwaite on our car and reach Misthallery in a flash. Meet you folks there! » Flint proposed.
« Well that's one problem solved. Come on Harry! Time to dig up a grave and resurrect a guy without turning him into a zombie! » Sam exclaimed. « Good. Because I hate zombies. They break stuff all the time! » Harry complained.
« Hey! At least they don't have fog! » Max exclaimed. « What about those Silent Hill zombies? » Sam asked. « Totally different kind of fog, Sam! » Max exclaimed.
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