Hello :) I had hoped it would be sooner, but two weeks aren't so bad.

1st - GeorgieSusoSuarez
2nd-4th - Kira The Mew
5th and 14th - The Drone
6th-10th - Abitat Eco
11th - Sweetly Delightful
12th - The Last Sea Serpent (let's say it's some sort of alternate reality)

"Sod it all!" This unfortunate outburts was why Luke and Flora were sitting with Layton at the dining table to have - as the Professor so nicely put it - The Talk.

"Luke, Flora, there's something I'd like to talk to you about. It is very important, so no-"

"Don't worry, Professah, we already know the tooth fairy isn't real."

"Well, um, while that may be true, it isn't what I was going to talk about."

"We also know that it isn't the stork that brings the babies."

"Well, ye-what?! Who told you that?!"

Layton had no clue as to where on earth he was; in fact, he wasn't sure if he was even ON Earth anymore. You could call it a qualified guess, but you would quickly come to that conclusion as well, if you saw how weirdly people around him dressed. It might also have something to do with the fairies currently tugging his hair. Either he wasn't on Earth anymore or he might have accidentally stumbled upon Albion.

"Pssst!" one of the fairies tried to get his attention - that approach proved to be more effective than tugging him till he was bald, oddly enough. "I'm Navi. You're not from around here, are you? We might be able to get you back home, but first you have to help Link save the princess!"

Deciding that he didn't have anything to lose - except his life, perhaps? - he followed her and was soon on the way, tagging along with a green-clad young man, who didn't say a lot. It was actually refreshing to go out on an adventure with peace and quiet to think.

"Professah! Professah, I found you!"

That didn't last long.

"That is MY bear!"

Layton had only just picked up a teddy, which had been inconveniently lying on his office desk. The exclamation took him completely by surprise.

"NOBODY touches MY BEAR but ME!"

He wasn't even going to contemplate the awkwardness of that sentence. Before he knew it, he landed face first on the hallway floor followed by the sound of a door being locked.

Whether or not it was revenge for the bear thing, the Professor wasn't sure, but he knew that he had to get rid of all the kittens and puppies that had found their way into his office.

It took a few hours, but he was finally done. Of course, Rosa couldn't help remarking that the office was cleaner than it usually was. This only earned her a glare.

Ding dong.

The first thing you'd imagine to see, when opening your front door after your doorbell has rung, is either a familiar face or someone who'd like to sell you something, NOT a greenish dog hybrid of some kind. But that was exactly what Layton saw.

"For you..." It talked, pointing at Layton. "...I will make waffles."

"...That's very nice of you?"

Not long after, everyone was seated around the dinner table, eating waffles.

"There be waffle in them!" the creature said.

"Yes. Professor, what is this thing?"

"I was hoping you'd have an answer for that."

"You don't think it's a friend of-"

"No. It's probably some devil dog from the dephs of hell, wanting to make us some delicious waffles! We have heard weirder."

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

"Professor, a moose is eating your hat."

"I miss my cupcake."

"Happy Father's Day!" Luke was holding out a present for the Professor.

"Luke? It isn't-"

"Open it and see what's inside!"

With a sigh, the Professor opened it, not wanting to hurt the poor boy's feelings. That is until he saw what was inside...

...It was a hat. A WOMAN'S hat, so delightfully pink and with feather sticking out here and there, all of which were different colours. It was a nightmare!

"HAHAHA! You opened it! You really thought it was Father's Day! April Fool!"

"It isn't the 1st of April either."

"...You're just no fun."

"Luke? Flora?"

It might appear that the dear professor was playing hide and seek with both of his young wards, he wasn't, though he might as well be, because they had mysteriously disappeared. It could hardly get any worse...

"Hello, Mr. L!"

...Or so he thought.

"Hello, Rosetta... Um, what are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking? I'm rather busy at the mo-"

"Looking for your assistants?"

"My what?"

"Your assistants," she smiled, indicating she knew something he didn't. "The little boy and the young girl you always have following you around."

"You mean Luke and Flora? Why, yes! You haven't seen them, have you?"

"I picked them up and left them at a nursing home. I wonder how long it'll take them to get out of there."

"Why did you do that?"

"To be your assistant of the day! Or for the rest of the week, depending how fast those brats are."

"I am sorry to say..." the Professor said, mentally adding 'not really'. "...that Luke and Flora are not my assistants. Actually, my assistant is standing right behind you."

The next thing Rosetta knew was waking up in a hospital bed.

"All your threes."

"Go fish."

Wonderful game, 'Go fish'. The perfect way to pass the time, which they seemed to have enough of at the moment. You see, to try and strengthen their somewhat brotherly bond, Layton, Randall, Clark and a mildly confused Henry went camping. The girls found this a magnificent idea, because now they could go out shopping, gossip about David Tennants and Johnny Depps, and maybe get to know each other better. Typical.

In any case, they had found a cave just as it began to rain and were seeking shelter inside. They had only just entered when a rockfall blocked the entrance, which was followed by a familiar laughter, which miraculously made its way through. Descole was having a blast. If there was any consolation, then it'd be that he was probably getting terribly sick out there.

So here they were, playing 'Go fish', with the exception of Clark, who was studying the rocks. He never did get over not becoming an archaeologist.

"Henry! I can see your cards!"

"So sorry, Master Randall. Here, have my eights as compensation."

"How is there even light and oxygen enough for us in here?"

"Just don't question it."

"That Granny Riddleton is the most beautiful woman in the world!" What was he doing? He had only just woken up and was now suddenly standing in front of everyone, almost declaring some sort of undying love confession for the most eyesore woman he'd ever met.

"If she's so beautiful, why don't you marry her?"

"I will." That was no longer an almost.

"Fine. I'll call the church; the rest of you will handle invitations and reception. No, Flora, you're not allowed anywhere near the food!"

Somewhere, Granny Riddleton was having a blast with a Layton plushie.

For whatever reason, Layton had invited him so that they could watch 'Phantom of the Opera' on stage together. Regardless of his choice in clothes, he was by no means a romantic. Why Layton had asked him in the first place was a mystery all on its own, and the only way to figure out what he wanted was to accept the invitation.

Nothing spectacular happened until they were halfway through; the lead had fainted. Layton was only too excited to lent the people on stage the assistance of his 'friend' for the rest of the show.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

"Me? I have no clue as to what you're talking about."

"You're dead after this."

"Good, good. If you invited me out for ice cream, then I'd be worried."

Clothes shopping wasn't his favourite hobby, but when it came to Flora, there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for his 'daughter'.

"You're so good with children," Rosetta, who had appeared out of nowhere, said. "You must have experience."

"Professah, what does she mean by that?" Luke - again, out of nowhere - asked.

Clive then appeared from his hidding spot, from where he'd been looking out for Flora. "That one's easy to explain." He then whispered something into Luke's ear, the little boy's face was gradually becoming redder and redder.

"What?! Professah, have you done that to Rosetta?!"

"Well, not yet, anyway."

Layton and Flora were standing by the sidelines, not saying a word, the former out of embarrassment and the latter due to confusion.

"I am going to win!"

"No, I am!"

"You're all bloody losers!"

'Kill me now' was all that went through Layton's head at the moment. Right now, he was tied down to a chair, observing the progress of the young ladies below. One of these yound ladies was Rosetta. Somehow, he was caught up in a competition, which involved puzzle solving, running and, now, climbing up a mountain to reach the top. What was the grand prize, you might ask? Layton's hand in marriage. Sometimes, he himself wondered how he ended up in these messes.

Down below, a few of the contestants fell down a dark hole from stepping in some iron doors.

"Why are those even there?"

"Don't ask me. This is one of Descole's many islands, which he graciously lent us. It wouldn't surprise me if there were starving wolves down there!"

"If that is the case, then I feel sorry for the wolves."

"Me, too, mate."

Rosetta was scarily close to the top, and she would have won, had not a helicopter landed, reaching it mere seconds before her. Out stepped Emmy and Claire.

Then Clive showed up. "Uh~, a hot threesome, eh? Can I join, Professor?"

"No."

It wasn't, that he wasn't happy to see Claire again. Quite on the contrary, actually. What he didn't understand was how she could be alive.

"Quite simple, actually, if I do say so myself."

He turned around to see a far too familiar pinstriped suit.

"How so?"

"I went back in time and saved her and everyone else. Didn't prevent Bill from turning on the machine though, so it still exploded."

"How could you do that? Wasn't it a fixed point in time?"

"Well, yes, the explosion was, not necessarily the people that died. Who was going to stop me? Clive's parents survived, so none of the Future London higga-ma-diggie happened. Besides, with the explosion plus plenty of witnesses, Bill actually got arrested. True, he didn't get to be Prime Minister, but how can a few changed years of an island nation change world history? Really, how bad can it get?"

Enter Harold Saxon.

This was officially the most embarrassing day of his life. Why? Well...

It had all started out rather normal, but due to certain circumstances - all of which would be too hard to explain, much less understand - he was standing in the middle of Charing Cross Station. Dressed like a chicken. Dancing. Waiting for a clue where to go next, so that he'd go home sooner, get changed and forget all about today. If only it was that easy.

I imagine Luke to be terrible at April Fools pranks.

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