Hello readers,

Here's the next chapter.

Djinn – Thanks so much for all your support.

Dikratsblim – Thank you. I've never seen an OC Professor Layton story that lasted longer the two chapters, so I thought I give a go.

Hope you enjoy :)


Chapter 3: Ambrosia

The Crown Petone

Few minutes earlier

Inspector Grosky swam quickly away from the sharks that were on his tail. It was quite a wonder how he was able to outswim them, but then again noting stops Grosky and his pursuit of criminals.

He had reached the side of the Crown Petone and scaled the hull successfully. For the second time that night Grosky had clambered over the side and landed skilfully on the deck just outside the entrance to the theatre.

"And hardly a hair out of place," he boasted, straightening his hair once more.

He looked around the ship and was surprised to see that nobody was aboard. So many people disappearing in so little time baffled the inspector.

"Ahoy there!" he cried, trying to see if he can catch anybody's attention.

When nothing responded, he growled in irritation.

"Where is everyone?" he loudly proclaimed, "they can't hide from Inspector Grosky. Justice will prevail and I-"

Grosky was stopped mid-speech by an explosion, the force almost knocking him too his feet. Along the side of the ship, explosions were set off, tearing the ship into pieces. The explosions were getting closer to him and Grosky made the drastic decision he needed to abandoned ship. Leaping of the bow of the ship, Grosky once again plunged into the cold sea waters.

He had managed to swim away in time before the last explosion erupted through the night sky, sending the Crown Petone to the bottom of the sea.

Grosky swam to the surface and watched the carnage take place. Tearing his sight away from the sinking ship, he spotted some movement under the water. Ducking down under the surface he saw two submarines jet by him that came in the direction of the ship. The submarines were enormous, about the size of a blue whale, and were much faster than any sea vessel Grosky had seen.

Strangely enough, the two submarines spilt up and headed in two directions. One headed out to sea while the other headed back to England.

Groksy frowned irritably as he was unable to follow them.


Atlantic Ocean?

Day light was what woke Edgar up from his slumber. He squinted in annoyance and wrapped the blanket around him tighter. However, a tired moan sounded, and Edgar felt a weight of his shoulder made him give up on getting a couple of seconds of sleep.

He blinked and looked around him. The blue sea and the morning sky were all that he could see. He saw the other occupiers of the boat were still here, all wrapped in white blankets and still fast asleep.

'Must have been travelling all night,' Edgar muttered to himself, trying to sit up.

However, the same tired moan from before caught his attention. Edgar looked down on his right shoulder and saw that Amelia had fallen asleep on him, smiling peacefully in her sleep.

Edgar not wanting to waste the opportunity of a pretty girl sleeping on his shoulder, decided not to disturb her. Partially, because he knew it was going to be a long day and she would need the rest, but mainly so he could tease her later.

He looked towards the bow of the boat and saw that Janice had fallen asleep leaning on one of the screens. Another look and Edgar saw that Melina was sleeping with her head on Janice's lap.

Melina mumbled something in her sleep and fidgeted slightly, making Janice wake up. Janice readjusted the blanket over Melina to stop her from getting cold. She noticed that Edgar was awake and gave him a tired smile. Edgar smiled back, but his face dropped when he saw something in the distance.

Confused, Janice turned around to see what had caught his eye and gasped lightly when she saw that they were approaching an island.


Doctor Schrader's Office, London

Emmy inspected the broken piece of stone on Schrader's cluttered desk. Engraved on it was part of a larger seal with some distinguishing features such as people, symbols and looked like a wave pattern. Emmy hummed and decided to take a photo of it.

The Professor's assistant has been busy investigating the disappearance of a missing child that may be linked to the case they were working on. She had visited the child's grief-stricken family and interviewed them on where they had gone missing, how long they had been missing for, what they looked like and so on.

Today, she had decided to visit Layton's friend and mentor Dr Schrader at his office to inquire more about Ambrosia and its legends. Schrader's office was just as messy as the Layton's was before Edgar arrived. Books and papers stacked precariously on shelves and on desks, beakers and other lab equipment strewn here and there. The most unnerving part of the elderly doctors' office was the vicious-looking dinosaur skeleton hanging from the ceiling. Emmy isn't quite sure if it is real or not. It did seem out of place in an archaeologists' office.

"Doctor Schrader, does this come from Ambrosia?" Emmy asked as she snapped a few pictures of it.

"Yes," Schrader replied as he looked through a box full of parchment, "This is the only Ambrosian artefact we have ever found. It's a priceless treasure," he told her as he pulled out an old map of the southwest coast of Britain, "Man has always dreamt of eternal life. Even today, with our technologies and medicines, we must all face death one day."

Emmy unconsciously chuckled, earning a curious look from Schrader.

Emmy caught herself and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," she apologised, "I just imagined Edgar saying something sarcastic there," she explained.

Schrader chuckled as well, "Yes, I can imagine so. That boy has a unique sense of humour. How is he settling in at the university?" he asked curiously.

Emmy groaned, "He does his job fine, great even. But I feel like his has a personal agenda to annoy me as much as possible," she told him.

Schrader chuckled once more, "Perhaps that his way of showing affection," he suggested.

"Affection?" Emmy repeated, "I doubt it. I've seen how he shows affection to all the women he meets," she mumbled, "all I get is a snarky comment or quip."

"And do you make snarky comments back?" Schrader questioned.

Emmy turned to the doctor guiltily.

"Well…I suppose I do," she answered sheepishly.

"That must mean you two have a close friendship," Schrader suggested, "people who joke with each other but remain friends, nonetheless, have the strongest of bonds as they have nothing to hide from each other. I bet that you and Edgar have something special."

Emmy turned away to look at the Ambrosian seal again, trying to hide her flushed cheeks.

'Special?' Emmy thought, 'Well, I suppose we are pretty close friends,' she reflected on the times they spent eating lunch, before her thoughts turned sour, 'However, he seems to want to make friends with every woman he sees, like opera singers,' she thought bitterly.

Emmy had no idea why she was so annoyed that Edgar went on a date with Janice. She had been there for Edgar for ages and then suddenly this new girl come up and suddenly she was the only thing he would talk about. Emmy could only imagine how delighted he was when he saw Janice again at the opera.

Emmy quickly snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed that she was gripping her camera too tightly. She decided to get the investigation back on track.

"Doctor, do you believe Ambrosia still exists even now?" Emmy inquired.

"I certainly hope so," Schrader answered, "Even if the elixir of eternal life is just a legend, Ambrosia would be a great discovery. There are many people who want to study it in person."

"And we have some frightening news," came a voice from the television.

The television had been on in the background playing an old concert conducted by Whistler when it had suddenly switched to the news. Emmy instantly turned her attention to the news broadcast as it began to show a beach and a washed up submarine.

"Early this morning, a submarine came across bearing number of the missing audience members from the Crown Petone. The theatre which vanished last night," the broadcast continued.

Emmy and Schrader gasped in shock as this was the first time, they heard this.

"Singer Janice Quatlane, and composer Oswald Whistler are among those still missing," the newsreader said as the television showed images of Janice and Whistler, "Survivors are reporting that they were all part of a bizzare game that had promised them eternal life."

Emmy's eyes widened in horror as she remembered that Layton and Edgar were on there. Picking up the map Schrader had put down on the table, she rolled it up and put it under her arm. Schrader hummed in interest at her sudden behaviour before he watched her run out the office door.

"I have to go!" she called back as she rushed out.

"But Emmy!" Schrader proclaimed, but she was already gone with his maps.

"Oh dear, dear," Schrader grumbled.

Emmy rushed down the stairs of Schrader's apartment, determination ablaze in her eyes.

'I'm coming, don't you worry,' she eagerly thought as she rushed out the front door.


Unknown Island

They stood on the white sand and looked out on the island; the boats long forgotten. It was hard to guess the size of the island from where they were standing, but it was big enough for a forest, but small enough so nobody has ever found it before.

Edgar noticed a few weird things about the seemingly deserted island. The first is the large white rocks that stuck out of the water around the island. They were shaped oddly like tubes coming out from under the sea. The other odd thing was the foliage. The trees weren't tropical like you would expect from an island, but most seemed to be oaks.

"Where are we now?" Frederick asked, scratching his beard in interest.

"It appears to be totally deserted," Curtis added.

Edgar brushed off some sand of his shoe.

"Maybe the next puzzle is Lord of the Flies inspired," Edgar lazily said.

Layton turned to him with an amused smile, "I doubt it would come to that, Edgar," he reassured.

"That's good. I haven't finished that book. It'll be really annoying if some spoils the ending," Edgar commented, earing a few chuckles from Layton and Janice.

"Look there!" Marco gasped as he ran towards a stone epitaph on the edge of the forest, "Is it? It is! I am sure of it," he shouted in excitement, earning curious looks from the others.

"This," Marco proclaimed, "is Ambrosia!"

The others were very surprised by this. They all ran closer to Marco to inspect the epitaph while Marco took out a book from his bag.

"Or at least, this is where Ambrosia once was," Marco continued as he flipped through his book, "I am an amateur historian. For years now, I have spent my time compiling the scrap book on the eternal kingdom of Ambrosia."

He found a scrap of paper and held it up to the epitaph and everybody saw it was an exact match. The paper had a chalk rubbing of part of a seal. Edgar recognised it as the same seal in Schrader's office.

The seal on the epitaph was complete and Edgar could see it clearly. It consisted of a starry night forming an arc around a house or palace. Withing the house were two figures, one of them looked to be a citizen of Ambrosia while the other is a queen, judging by the crown. Below the house were waves which was also in an arc. Both the sky and the sea surrounded the house, forming a complete circle.

"Yes," Marco confirmed happily, "This is the famous Ambrosian seal."

Layton nodded, "It certainly looks like the seal. I saw it once at Dr Schrader's house," he agreed.

"I am actually here. My dream has come true," Marco happily cried.

Edgar smiled at the elderly man's happiness. Everybody else wanted eternal life while he just wanted to find Ambrosia. Edgar could respect that.

"Yes. If this really is Ambrosia," Curtis said, "our dreams will be realized. The legend of eternal life."

'Hello, bad mood,' Edgar though his happiness disappearing instantly, "you weren't gone for long.'

"Does this mean the elixir of eternal life could be nearby," Frederick said in awe.

Everybody looked around the island. It was almost as if they were going to see a sign saying, 'Get Your Eternal Life Here'.

Edgar however inspected the seal closer, feeling the groves of the inscription. He had a feeling there was more to this seal. Something that isn't clear when you first look at it.

A gasp brought Edgar out of his investigation.

"What's that there?" Celia asked, as looked down the beach.

Everybody looked to see a table and chairs on the white sand. It held a smorgasbord of food from sandwiches, cured meats, cheese and fruit. It even had a few bottles of wine. The dining table was covered in a white tablecloth and decorated with flowers.

"A feast?" Curtis questioned as they investigated the table.

Once Edgar approached, he found a note. Picking it up, he read out loud what was written.

"A reward for those left in the game," he said putting the note back on the table.

Frederick didn't wait for permission. He picked up a wine bottle and inspected the label.

"Wine, eh? Good. I am simply dying of thirst," Frederick said as he poured himself a glass.

"Mate, it's like eight in the morning," Edgar said critically.

Frederick gave him a bored look as he continued to pour more wine.

"Listen young man, I only have six months to live. If I want to drink wine at eight in the morning, I'll drink wine at eight in the morning," he said as placed the bottle down on the table.

Edgar shrugged, "Fair enough."

"Well, I for one want my reward," Curtis said as he grabbed a sandwich.

"A reward or a new puzzle perhaps?" Amelia suggested out of nowhere.

The mood turned serious as soon as she said that. The people who were about to put food in the mouths looked suspiciously at it before putting back on the plates. Nobody dared to take a bite.

Edgar sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I'll try," he said as he reached for a strawberry.

Everybody watched him as he popped the strawberry in his mouth, took a few bites and swallowed it.

Edgar smiled," See noth-"

Edgar suddenly doubled over in pain, he clutched his throat and started making choking sounds. Everybody gasped and stepped away from the table.

"Poi-son," Edgar chocked out as everybody stared in horror, "do-n't ea-t."

"My lord, you were right! This was a puzzle!" Frederick shouted in terror.

Janice was about to rush over to him, but Layton placed a hand on her shoulder She looked up at him in confusion and was surprised to see that he wasn't looking panicked or horrified, but exhausted. It was as if he was expecting this.

"Pl-ease hel-p m-e," Edgar cried before he erupted into laughter.

Edgar sat up straight and continued to laugh, much to everybody's confusion.

"Oh God, your faces," he sputtered as he wiped a tear from his eye, "that was hilarious."

Edgar stopped laughing and picked up a tray of fruit from the table and made his way to the shade of a forest.

"The food's fine, you morons," he told them without looking back, taking a grape from off the tray and popping it in his mouth.

Everybody watched him leave with shocked faces. The expressions eventually turned into frowns of hatred and embarrassment.

"I hate him," Celia growled.

Layton just sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"That was unnecessary, Edgar," Layton muttered in exhaustion.

Janice giggled from beside him.

"I thought it was pretty funny," she said with a smile.


It had been thirty minutes, and everybody has been fed. Now they were just waiting on the beach. Sitting in the shade, on rocks, chatting, doing anything to keep their minds off the game. Janice and Edgar sat on a rock under a tree while Layton leaned on the tree. They sat and watched the tide go in and out and enjoyed the serene environment.

Edgar glanced at Janice as she enjoyed the view. Not quite sure knowing what to say to her. She noticed his glance and giggled lightly.

"Sorry," Edgar said, "It's just nice seeing you again," he admitted with a small smile.

Janice nodded in agreement, "This game, this island. Eating outside on the beach. Watching the seashore here with you," she said, "It feels like a dream."

Edgar and Janice became lost in each other eyes once again. They unconsciously began to move clo-

"Yes, these are the perfect surroundings," Layton piped up, "They even have puzzles and ruins for us to examine," he said unintentionally ruining the moment between them.

Edgar sighed in annoyance while Janice cheeks flushed in embarrassment. They both moved back to their side of the rock.

"Not quite the dream I was hoping for," Edgar muttered, making Janice giggle.

Layton blinked in confusion, "I'm sorry?" he asked.

"Nothing, Prof…nothing," Edgar deadpanned.

Edgar spotted Amelia by the shore staring out into the sea. Edgar was curious about her. He knew that Whistler invited her but was her motivation for continuing the game.

Edgar stood up and began making his way towards Amelia.

"I'll be back in a bit," Edgar said, "I'm going to some investigation work."

Layton and Janice watched him go.

Layton turned to Janice, "I didn't interrup-"

"It's fine, Professor, honestly," Janice quickly said, not willing to talk to her old professor about her crush on his apprentice.

Amelia heard soft footsteps from behind but didn't make the effort to turn around. Edgar came up beside her and glanced at her.

"So, why are you here?" Edgar asked, causing Amelia to sigh.

"Mr. Whistler already said that he-"

"I meant the real reason you're here," Edgar interrupt, "the reason why you want eternal life."

Amelia frowned, "I don't need to tell you," she stoically replied.

Edgar nodded, "Ah I see now," he said, "it's for somebody else."

Amelia turned to him sharply in surprise.

"How di-"

"What sort of teenager worries about being young forever," Edgar said, "It's also obvious by the fact that you are unwilling to tell me that you love this person very much," Edgar deduced.

Amelia sighed once more and looked back to the sea.

"Parent?" Edgar asked.

"My grandfather," Amelia answered plainly.

Edgar nodded in understanding.

"Aren't you going to make another of your stupid jokes?" Amelia crossly asked.

Edgar didn't reply for a couple of seconds. He kept looking at the horizon with an unreadable expression on his face.

"My little sister died a few months ago," he told her eventually, "so no, I won't make any stupid jokes."

Amelia glanced at him, the angry expression dropping to a sad sympathetic look.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be," Edgar reassured, "it was…complicated."

Amelia nodded and turned back to the sea once more. She bowed her head as she thought about the reason why she wanted to do this. She loved her grandfather and it upset her to see him becoming more and more ill by the day. However, was it worth it?

"I'm sorry if this sounds insensitive," Amelia said, "but if the elixir of life was offered to you before your sister died. Would you…" she trailed off, not knowing how to finish.

"Back then, probably," Edgar answered honestly, "but now, no. Definitely not."

Amelia blinked in surprise, "Why not?"

"A few months ago, Agatha was the only family I had. I would have moved heaven and hell for her if it made her smile for a second. She was so young; she hadn't lived her life and the fact that she died was just…unfair. So unfair. So, yes back then I would have done this stupid game to get the elixir of life, whether it'll be real or not."

"But now?" Amelia urged.

Edgar sighed, "Eternal life is unnatural. Things have to come to an end, no matter how unfair it is for the person or anybody else," Edgar paused for second, "I would rather let Agatha have natural death then force her to live an unnatural life. It'll be cruel. I can't be the one to decide who lives and dies."

Silence fell as Amelia mulled over his words. Trying to think if what she was doing was right.

Edgar's attention was drawn to Melina. The young girl was a couple meters down the shore looking out over the sea.

"If you want some advice," Edgar said to Amelia, "if you worry too much about death, you never have time for living."

After saying that, Edgar headed towards Melina, leaving Amelia behind. The teenage girl watched him leave with a small frown on her face.

Melina shied away as Edgar approached. He gave her a warm smile, but still she seemed reluctant to talk. Looking around, Edgar spotted a shell on the beach and picked it up. He kneeled to Melina's height and held the shell to his ear.

"You know if you hold a shell to your ear, you can hear the sea," he told her, "Although, it never really worked for me," he admitted.

"I hear it," Milena quietly said.

Edgar was taken aback by the sudden response, but he smiled and placed the shell back on the beach.

"That's nice," he said.

Milena began to hum a tune. It was beautiful, but sad. Edgar swore he heard it once before.

"That's pretty," he told her, "where did you learn that?"

Milena gave a small smile, "The sea taught me."

Edgar frowned, "The se-"

He heard wild howls from the forest. Edgar turned instantly, trying to see where it had come from. He frowned, inspecting the tree lines for any potential predators.

"Melina, why don't you go bac-" he turned to the young girl only to see that she was gone.

He frantically looked around trying to find her. There were nowhere for her to hide, no rocks or trees. She just vanished.

"Melina!" Edgar cried in a panic, "MELINA!" he shouted.

"She's just gone off to play somewhere," a calm voice told him.

Edgar twirled around to see Whistler sitting on a rock and looking out to see. Not at all bothered by the fact that his adopted daughter had just vanished.

"Whistler?" Edgar questioned.

"Don't worry. She'll be back soon," Whistler replied dully, not taking his eyes of the sea.

Edgar was about to demand where she had gone before the Presenter's voice echoed from hidden speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your little break is over," he joyfully said.

That's when Edgar and Whistler heard low threatening growls from the forest. They turned to see what was making the growling noises. They gasped at what they saw.

"You have got to be kidding me," Edgar muttered before running for his life.


Layton and Janice were still under the tree when the Presenter announced their break was over. They sat up ready for whatever was going to happen; however, they weren't expecting the sound of rapid footsteps.

"Prof!" Edgar shouted as Whistler ran with him, "Wolves!"

They both turned around and gasped when they saw a pack of grey, fierce wolves chasing Edgar and Whistler across the beach. What was strange (other than the fact that Edgar was being chased by wolves) was that each wolf had a metal casing on each of the right ear. It was the same thing with the sharks.

"Now that you've eaten, you can be dessert for the wolves," the Presenter chuckled sadistically.

Everybody started to run along the beach while Layton and Janice waited for Edgar. Edgar ran up and grabbed their wrists.

"What are you two waiting for?" Edgar cried as he pulled them away from the wolves, "I'm not going to politely ask them to stop!"

The trio ran along the beach where the others had fled, the wolves hot on their heels. They soon were forced to run down a forest path, pursued deeper into heart of the island.

They stopped at a wide river that prevented them from running anymore. Edgar looked at the others already there looking across the river.

Edgar looked as well and was surprised to see a large castle on a hill in the distance. The castle was oddly designed. It was black and white with sharp spires and buildings that didn't match each other. It didn't seem to be built upwards, but rather built in one place and expanded outwards and higher like a bouquet of flowers. There was something ominous about this castle. Something that didn't settle right with Edgar.

"Puzzle number 003," the Presenter announced, "You must cross this river and reach the castle you see before you."

That was all he said before the speakers turned off.

"Prof?" Edgar questioned with a hum.

"First we need to deal with the wolves," Layton said, turning to the wolves that we quickly approaching.

Edgar looked around trying to find anything that could fight of the wolves. His eyes lit up when he stared up into the trees nearby. Three cages made of sticks and branches hung from each tree. They were each attached to a pully system and kept firmly in place by a robe wrapped around the trunk of their tree.

"Prof, up there," Edgar said nodding towards the cages.

Everybody looked at the cages in awe. Layton hummed and closed his eyes to think of a plan. Soon he smiled and pulled Edgar and Janice under the middle cage.

"I've got it! Come on. Those cages will get us out of danger," he said as he began to untie the rope around the tree.

The others followed suit. Curtis, Whistler, Frederick, and Annie took the right tree while Amelia, Marco, Celia, and Pierre took the tree on the left.

The people on the right tree quickly untied the rope and waited near the base of the tree. Frederick held the rope in his hand as he prepared to trap the wolves.

"Come on then, you silly wolves!" Frederick…mocked?

"Glad I'm not a wolf otherwise it would think twice about attacking him," Edgar sarcastically commented.

The people on the left were ready to do the same thing when Amelia noticed something. Edgar and Janice were not waiting by the tree, but under where the cage would drop. Layton unwrapped the rope and pulled it with him as he stood with Edgar and Janice.

Amelia gasped in realisation.

"Wait! Over here!" she told the others as she led them under their own cage.

"Now, drop it!" Frederick shouted as he saw the wolves come near.

He released the rope in his hand and the cage dropped on the wolves. However, the wolves jumped out of the way in time and were still on the loose.

At the same time Layton and Pierre had released their ropes and dropped the cage on them. Luckily, their cages were big enough to fit their group and they were safe from the wolves.

Seeing that their plan failed, Frederick, Whistler, Curtis, and Annie climbed on top of the cage and away from the wolves' vicious jaws

"Oh super," Celia sighed bitterly, "Now we are the ones who are trapped."

"No," Amelia countered, "this is the right answer."

"One, Two, One, Two, One, Two."

The sound of chanting caught their attention as Layton, Janice and Edgar had picked up the cage and walked past them, using the cage as protection from the wolves.

"Ridiculous," Celia muttered as she saw them walk past.

"If it looks stupid but works, it ain't stupid," Edgar said as he overheard Celia's comment.

"It was easier to place ourselves in the cages than to trap the wolves inside of them," Layton informed calmly as they walked down alongside the river.

"Yeah, but now what?" Edgar asked, trying to not to trip as he held up the cage.

"Edgar is right," Marco said, "we have no choice."

Soon all of them grabbed a side of the cage and began walking with the cage.

It was all going well until Layton accidently tripped over his own feet. He fell over and unintentionally broke the cage that was protecting them. Janice and Edgar fell as well, their groans of pain as they hit the ground alerted the wolves.

Edgar picked himself up. He looked at the wolves and then at the broken cage. He thought his language was justified.

"Shit!" he shouted as he helped Janice of the ground.

"Let's go!" Layton cried.

Once again, Layton, Janice and Edgar were running away from wolves deeper into the forest.

The others left on the cage watched them being chased by wolves and then at the group that had managed to find a bridge and solve the puzzle.

They sighed in despair as they saw the masked men suddenly appear, ready to take them away.


Layton slammed the cabin door behind them, preventing the wolves from getting in. Layton, Janice, and Edgar took a moment to catch their breath.

It was by some miracle that they found the cabin in the forest. Especially one with a lock. It was no bigger than a garden shed with wood panels for walls and a straw thatched roof. It was located in a small clearing, hidden from any trespasses.

They looked around the cabin and saw that it kept a range of miscellaneous objects. From oars, a barrel full of cloth, rope and even a chainsaw.

Edgar swiped his finger along a shelf that kept a few boxes of stuff. He inspected his finger and saw that there was little dust on it.

This cabin has been recently used.

"How interesting," Layton said as he inspected the cabin as well, "It would appear our deserted island is inhabited after all."

Edgar heard the howling of the wolves outside and knew there was no way they are getting out any time soon. He saw that Janice was looking worried and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. Janice smiled and placed her hand on his.

"It'll be alright," Edgar comforted her.

Janice nodded in understanding her worries disappearing as the two stepped closer to each ot-

"Hah!" Layton suddenly declared in realisation, again accidently the teens out of their moment.

"I guess you've just come up with a plan," Edgar grumbled in annoyance as Janice gave a defeated look and stepped away from Edgar.

"Yes, indeed," Layton confirmed as he turned to the two disgruntled teenagers, "Oh I didn't interrupt an-"

"No, let's get this done," Edgar mumbled.

"Oh good," Layton awkwardly remarked, "I think I have found us a way to get to the castle," he said as he placed a chair in the middle of the room.

"Great, we can help," Janice said as she and Edgar helped the Professor.


The wolves who still surrounded the cabin began to hear unusual sounds from within. Suddenly a whirring sound erupted and something big smashed through the straw rood. As the straw fell away from the unknown object and odd looking contraption was revealed.

Using Layton's engineering skills, the trio were able to make a make-shift helicopter. Using the engine of the chainsaw, the ceiling fan, half a barrel, two oars and some wheels, they were able to make a small transportation device that could fit the trio comfortably. Layton sat in the front with controls while Edgar and Janice sat in the back and clung onto dear life.

Edgar had no idea how it was even taking off with their weight, but it soon came clear that it wasn't supposed to fly, but to jump. They were able to cover great distances before having to land and build up momentum again. It was a rough ride, but if it meant getting away from the pursuing wolves, Edgar didn't care.

He was just glad Emmy wasn't driving it.

The contraption fell to earth once more. The wheels took the blow and rebounded the contraption into the air once more.

"This is like flying a giant grasshopper," Janice cried in delight as the contraption took to the air once more.

"Grasshopper," Edgar shouted back over the noise of the engine, "that's a good name for it."

Janice giggled, "This is great fun!" she declared.

Edgar gave her an odd look, but smiled, nevertheless.

"If you say so," he said before the Grasshopper suddenly dropped.

They leaped over a large hill where the castle came in view. Now that Edgar had a better look of it, he could see that it was built on an artificial island in the middle of a large moat. The island consisted of sand, and it had large black spikes coming up from it.

'Weird looking defences,' Edgar thought as they flew over the moat.

"I'll try to land somewhere. Hang on tight," he ordered.

Almost instantly, Edgar and Janice hugged each other.

"I meant onto contraption," Layton deadpanned.

"We know," Edgar and Janice chorused, causing Layton to shake his head at them.

The Grasshopper skidded along the water and then onto the sand. It soon almost flipped over itself before it eventually came to a stop and dropped back onto the wheels.

The trio sighed in relief that they had managed to land safely at the castle and caught their breathe.


A figure watched the landing from a television screen and smiled to itself.

It chuckled, "Welcome to my castle, Professor."


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