I've always hated Mondays, and being sick on one wasn't exactly my idea of fun. But here I was, stuck in bed with a cool cloth on my forehead, a bottle of medicine on my nightstand, and a thermometer reading 37-degrees-celcius.

"No school for you today, my boy," Professor Layton had said once he read my temperature.

"But, professor," I had groaned, "what am I supposed to do all day?"

"Well now, I suppose I'll just have to keep you company, won't I?"

Now, don't get me wrong: I like spending one-on-one time with the professor, but sometimes the puzzles, tea-talk and occasional board game (ugh), can get quite boring. I had to think of some other entertainment quickly, or else I would be stuck staring at a black and white checker board and the rows of pieces with the professor competitively shouting "KING ME," and such (I mean, really, it's only checkers).

"Well, my boy, what do you want to do? How about a game of—"

"Actually," I quickly cut him off, "I was thinking…um, uh…" Oh no, I hadn't thought this through. What should I say? Suddenly, and idea popped into my mind. "Could you tell me a story?"

He looked at me, amused. "A story? Well, it's certainly been quite a while since you've asked for one of those! Are you sure?" After a vigorous nod, he chuckled. "Very well: Once upon a time—"

"Hold it! 'Once upon a time'? Really, Professor? I'm a mature teenage boy, and I would prefer my story-time to be a little less lame."

He chuckled. "Ohoho, very well then. What's 'less lame' to you?"

I thought for a moment before answering. "Well, a few key components: Action, adventure, comedy, a bit of romance and a dash of whatever else you can think of!"

"That's a bit of a tall order, but I'll see what I can whip up," The Professor cleared his throat and tried again. "Deep down, near the center of the earth, there lived a monster named Clive-O-Sauraus—"

"'Clive-O-Sauraus'? Really?"

"I think it's a very good name for a vicious robot-monster!"

I sighed. "Fine, if you must."

He continued, "Clive-O-Sauraus was a feared monster, but although his size and ferocious looks, he was quite a calm creature. One day the great Monster Hunters, Marshall Crayton and Duke—"

"I want my name to be Finnegan!"

"But this isn't you, it's a completely made-up character," the professor protested.

"Well whoever he is, I want his name to be Finnegan! Make with the name change!"

The professor shook his head. "Whatever you say, my boy. Marshal Crayton and Finnegan were asked to find the Clive-O-Sauraus and exterminate him. But, secretly, there was a person trying to thwart their plans: Fiona. Despite her pretty name, she was quite ugly, with a big nose, stringy hair and an undesirable complexion." He chuckled to himself, obviously pleased with his Flora reference.

"Was that supposed to be funny?"

"Why, was it not?"

I shook my head. "We've got the adventure part down, so maybe we'll scratch the comedy bit. You seem to be a bit lacking there. "

The Professor mumbled something about a hot pot of tea and my head, but nevertheless he began the story once more. "When Crayton and Finnegan arrived at the home of Clive-O-Sauraus (secretly being followed by Fiona), they prepared their weapons. As they began to fire cannons, Fiona quickly set off a smoke bomb to—"

"Goodness, Professor! That was such an obvious move!"

"Luke, My boy, there really is no satisfying you, is there?"

A/N: This is based on what a story time with my younger cousin is like: nothing is ever good enough for him!

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed. Reviews are appreciated!

See you soon!

~Lizz