The Mocking J requested the first one :)
When returning to St. Mystere, due to reasons that more or less had to do with Flora wanting to see her childhood home again, they found that Claudia, Lady Dahlia's cat, once again had run off. Most of their time there was spent searching for the cat, not because she was hard to find and catch, but because she continually ran off.
"Ouch!"
"Luke, don't be such a crybaby. This is the last bandage."
"Mmmmiiiiaaawww!"
"Eh?! Oh, not again!"
Christmas had passed and New Years Eve had finally arrived. Layton and Emmy were each holding an arm around the other, enjoying the sight of the fireworks spiralling up in the air and then explode in thousands upon thousands of colours. Luke had run of for a little while, throwing firecrackers around wildly, and Clive had - for better or for worse - joined him. Flora, who had never celebrated the arrival of a new year before, was gawking in awe and excitement at the sky in all it's colours and wonders, but was staying inside as the only member of the Layton household, because she thought it was too noisy outside.
"It really is beauti-Ack!-beautiful."
"Yes, it really -Ouch!- is-Ah!"
"I wonder if Flora is -Ouch!- alright."
"ALRIGHT YOU TWO, GIVE ME THOSE FIRECRACKERS!"
When returning to work from the holiday, the Professor found that the only thing he really dreaded was his classes with a certain obsessive, sex-crazed student of his.
"Hello, Professor. How was your holiday? Did you get any "special" presents? Hehehe-Ouch! Wha-who was that? Oh, it's just you, pipsqueak. Run along no-Ack! Professor, tell him what for!"
"You may continue, Luke."
I guess this chapter is a little late, but you know, obvious reason is obvious.
I HOPE YOU ALL HAD A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! Did you get what you wished for (even though that it in reality really doesn't concern me)?
Okay, whoever threw firecrackers (those small, harmless ones) at people's legs when were little, raise your hand! *raises hand*