Professor Layton Hit the Road, Prologue
Down a quiet street of London, in a quiet apartment, a man was quietly sleeping on his sofa. He had brown hair, tan skin, and black dotted eyes. He wore a top hat, a brown coat over a dark orange shirt, brown pants, and a pair of dark green shoes.
«Professor? Oh Professor! » a kind voice came from outside the door. «Professor, a letter just came for you-oh! »
It belonged to an old lady with brown hair and wears a white cloth over it. She wore a blue dress, and, under that, she wears an orange shirt with long sleeves. She also wore red hosiery and brown shoes.
After hearing the voice of the old lady, the man slowly begun to wake up. He then smiled at her, as she walked toward him to hand him a letter. « Thank you, Rosa. » he thanked the woman.
« Sounds like someone was researching all night…again. » the lady, named Rosa, lightly scolded the man, before preparing some tea. « It's no wonder the other professors are so intimidated by you. »
« Oh, they just think I'm some young upstart. » the man humbly replied, as he sat down on his desk to open the letter.
« You work too hard, professor. It's not good for your health. » was Rosa's response, as she continued to prepare the tea. « By the way, Dean Delmona came by and said he needed to speak to you… »
« ….What is this? » the man widened his eyes in shock at the letter's content. « … "Regards, Clark." After all these years…? »
Suddenly, the man rose up. « Rosa, I'm going out. » he said in a hurry, but before he could reach the door, he stumbled backward to take the tea Rosa patiently made. « Thank you, Rosa. ».
« I hope he remembers to eat something. » she sighed. She didn't know that he had a big case in his hands. And she also didn't know of what was occurring in a former colony to the west.
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Meanwhile, in a small apartment in the US of A.
« All right Max, now remember the rules. Whoever manages to hit the small interdimensional cockroaches on our heads with these comically large chainsaws which were gifted to us by these friendly Space Marines for Christmas does not have to pay today's dinner. » a large 6-foot-tall brown anthropomorphic dog explained, while holding said chainsaws. His eyes were only pupils, with long drooping dog ears and only 3 fingers and one apposable thumb for hands. He wore a noir-ish hat with a wide brim with a black band at the base and grey suit. He also wore a black and blue striped neck-tie that runs down to his grey pants. He wore no shoes on his 3 toed feet.
« Get ready to pay up, Sam, because I intend to feast on the finest stereotypical aristocratic dishes today! » Max, a white anthropomorphic rabbit, said with a grin. « On three! »
« One. »
« Two. »
«Three! » the duo then shouted in sync, throwing the chainsaws at each other's heads. A few moments of silence followed, interrupted by a phone ring.
« I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I GOT IT! » the two shouted as they charged at the phone, fighting for the position of whoever would answer it. Sam, however, was victorious, holding Max on the ground with his foot and answering the call.
« Yes? Uh hu? Yeah? Holy Theodore Roosevelt fighting a space bear with German made anti-tank guns for hands on a sunny nuclear waste in the Sonora, we're on our way! » Sam exclaimed at the information dump he received.
« Was it the commissioner? » Max asked, half strangled by Sam foot.
« Indeed, little buddy. It would seem that several evil activities are occurring in a quiet English village, and that only we can stop this terrible plague. » Sam dramatically declared.
« Oh boy! Is this village by any means called Misthallery? » Max asked.
« Well, it would seem like that little psychotic mind of yours has managed to read through the obvious lack of originality in this fanfiction. » Sam responded.
« Well, what are we waiting for! Time to grab those comically large suitcases and hit the road in this obvious pun made only to capitalize on the name of our very first game! » Max enthusiastically exclaimed, as he pulled a Luger out of nowhere.
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Meanwhile, back in London, the professor was driving on his little car, when suddenly a yellow scooter cut his way, forcing him to hit the brakes, stopping just in time.
However, despite the quick reflexes of the man, the car behind him was not as quick, and ended up crashing against his at full speed, causing it to go forward, hit the scooter and slam its pilot on the car's window, the driver having its face comically flattened on the screen.
It was a slim woman with pale skin, thick, wavy, brown hair and oval black eyes. She wore a white helmet with dark white-framed goggles with a black strap with a yellow stripe, a collared white shirt under a yellow trench-coat, a brown belt with a brown camera pouch in the back, a pale pink bow-tie, white tights, and dark green boots.
After a comically long time, she felt flat on the street, managing to get on her feet after a few seconds with the help of the man. « Hey you jackass! Watch where you're driving, or I'll be forced to make heavily sexist jokes about women being unable to drive and being heavily criticized by the SJW! » a voice came from behind the car.
Turns out it belonged to Max, who was with Sam's beloved car, the Desoto. Strangely enough, none of the cars nor the scooter seemed to be damaged. « We should put you in heavy internment compared to the Auschwitz concentration camps for causing this accident, but since the Desoto is still as intact as Warhammer hitting a small piece of chicken chest, I'll look the other way. » Sam then responded.
Before the lady could protest or say anything, the man turned to the duo. « My most sincere apologies, gentlemen. I myself am at fault for this situation. I should have been more careful of my surrounding. Fortunately, none seemed to be harmed by this incident. » he then said, with a strong British accent.
Sam and Max turned at each other's in confusions. « Sam…what language is he speaking? » Max asked confused.
« I'm not sure, but it might be…English… » Sam responded.
« Oh, come on, you're also speaking English, you mut! » the woman responded, still dizzy from the accident.
« We are speaking English!? Jumping elephant beans! » Sam exclaimed.
« None the less, encountering the native population can have its advantages other than brutally exploiting them in using their resources. Do you have any idea where this "Misthallery" is? The commissioner has sent us there, but we have no idea about its whereabouts! » Max asked.
« Well yes actually. I'm actually going on that way. And it seems I also have a case in my hands. » the man replied.
« By all space rats in the colony of Neptune, the level of coincidences occurring in this very moment are big enough to create interdimensional nuclear explosions…or it might just be Monday. » Sam commented.
« Say there, limey in the hat, is it by any chance about a giant attacking said small city in the English countryside? » Max then asked.
The man widened his eyes in shock. « Well, it would seem you have a good intuition... »
« If this is the case, I believe we should work together like a pack of peanut wolves on the hunt of chocolate bison in the plains of Artic Canada. » Sam then commented. « The name is Sam, and my little buddy here is Max. We're freelance police! » he continued, pointing his finger dramatically in the air, while confetti appeared out of nowhere.
The man and the yellow lady remained silent at the display. « Well, I suppose that collaboration would be the best course of action in this difficult situation. Besides, is not very gentleman like to not introduce oneself. The name is professor Layton. » Layton then said.
« And my name is Emmy Altava, the professor's assistant. » the lady, Emmy, said, with Layton raising an eyebrow.
« My…assistant? » he asked kindly.
« Why, didn't Dean Delmona tell you? » Emmy asked.
«A comment that cryptic comes with an explanation, lady. » Sam frowned.
« It is as I just said. I'm his new assistant. Just call me Emmy, folks. » she responded.
« Forgive me for my rudeness, miss Altava, but- » Layton was saying, before being interrupted.
« Professor, please…Emmy! And stop apologizing so much! » the girl said with what seemed like a pleaing look.
« All right…Emmy. So sorry, but it seems that there has been some sort of mistake. » Layton said with a kind tone.
« Oh, I don't think so professor! Dean Delmona hired me himself! It seems that you have been too busy to attend your departmental meetings lately. Is that right? » Emmy asked.
« Well…I suppose there might be some truth to that. However- » Layton was about to protest, before being interrupted.
« Sounds to me like if anyone needs an assistant, it's you. » Emmy raised an eyebrow. « So from now on, I'll be the backup to all your projects! Got it? Great! I can't wait to get started! »
« Well the guy surely know who to pick assistants. » Max commented, gaining a small glare from Emmy.
« Oh don't worry Emmy. My little pal here has no quaint committing various atrocities, using police brutality and traumatize children, but he is a firm believer of women equality. In fact, just the other day, he latched himself with his teeth like a bear trap against a kid who blamed a lady for stealing his purse. » Sam then commented.
Emmy raised her eyebrows comically. « I can relate with the poor lass. » She then turned toward Layton. « So, what is about this giant attacking a small city, professor? It seems so surreal. »
« Honestly I would not believe something that farfetched myself, but this is not even the weirdest thing I have heard since breakfast! » Sam commented.
« Doesn't help that the commissioner didn't say that much about this giant in the first place. For all we know it could be some alien invasion from the third dimension. » Max then said with a frown.
Layton then pullet out the letter, and handed it to Emmy. « I think this might give you somewhat of an explanation. Go ahead, read it aloud. »
And so, Emmy begun to read the letter.
Hershel, my dear old friend, I must
earnestly seek your help again. Our
little town is in the most extraordinary
predicament. At night, a mysterious giant
shrouded in fog has been laying waste to
our homes. I am convinced you can help
stop this madness.
Please come soon! Regards, Clark.
« By all sausages in the kraut kingdom in summer, this is truly what written English looks like! » Sam exclaimed.
« And me thinking it had become a dead language. » Max then commented.
Emmy remained silent to avoid the temptation to dropkick the duo. « Say professor, how well do you know this person? »
« Clark and I go back a long way. I can't imagine he would fabricate stories for no reason. » Layton replied. « I find the other message in the letter very interesting as well. »
As Emmy read the letter once more, she noticed it as well. « You're right…I think there's some sort of message here…if you use the first letters of each line…I get- »
« The secret to end world hunger? The key for space colonization? » Sam interrupted the woman.
Emmy simply sighed. « No, but I find "Help" and "SOS". »
« So you have seen the message as well. You just may turn out to be quite valuable as an assistant, after all» Layton congratulated the woman.
« Oh, well…thank you, Professor! that means a lot coming from you. » Emmy replied, slightly embarrassed.
« So what's the purpose of hiding this code? This letter already seems to beg for more help than a radioactive ox would require to remove some wereticks. » Sam asked.
« My question as well. Clark and I have been friends for many years. If he wanted to tell me something, he wouldn't have to hide it. » Layton replied. « I'm not yet certain what this means. »
« How mysterious! My first day on the job, and it's already so Laytonesque! » Emmy exclaimed.
« Honestly I'm actually quite disappointed. It has already been five pages and no explosion or giant mutated dinosaur has appeared claiming the right to rule over the British Isles. Most of the times it actually happens in less than the half of the time we're involved in a case. » Sam commented.
« That being said, what on all gods in the universe "Laytonesque" means? Is this guy that famous with that hat? » Max asked rising an eyebrow.
« Famous? FAMOUS!? Of course he's famous! Everybody, including myself, knows about him! » she exclaimed, before pulling out a small notebook. « Hershel Layton: At age 27, become the youngest professor in the history of Gresenheller University. Published in numerous academic journals, which I could recite chronologically, if you like. Astute intellect and preternatural skills of observation have been utilized by Scotland Yard to solve some of London's most difficult crime cases. Single. Thirty-four years old. Capricorn. I made that last part up…Just a guess! »
« So does that mean that you're a freelancer too? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. That and the destruction of France! » Max exclaimed.
« I'd very much appreciate to begin a wonderful friendship…but I'm less than prone to…" destroy France". » Layton responded.
« Whatever party pooper. I even had the nukes ready! » Max exclaimed disappointed.
« Nukes? » Layton and Emmy asked confused and shocked at the rabbit.
« Oh yeah! Did I mention my little buddy is the president of the United States? » Sam then said.
« He's the WHAT!? » the duo exclaimed in shock.
« What? Just because I'm a freelancer doesn't mean I can't be the president. Aren't you supposed to be a professor, yet help the police when they're too incompetent to solve their own problems? » Max asked confused.
« Well I didn't really-oh never mind. We should actually head to Misthallery. The longer we stay here, the less probabilities we have to solve the mystery. » Layton then said, before turning to Emmy. « Emmy, if you are to be my assistant, we must set a few rules. As an English gentleman, I can never allow you to follow me into a dangerous situation. »
« That sounds reasonable! Let's just remember that there are exceptions to every rule. » Emmy replied. « "English gentleman." Ha ha! You're funny, Professor! »
« Yes, well…thank you. » Layton replied.
« And…why does the name Misthallery seems so familiar? » Emmy asked.
« Best I can think of is some possible Silent Hill spinoff set in the British isles…» Max shrugged.
« Unlikely. We're far from Wales… » Sam replied.
« About six months ago, some ancient remains were discovered there. » Layton replied. « You probably read about it in the Times. »
« Yes! I remember reading that the fabled Golden Garden might be located in Misthallery! » Emmy remembered. « And now a close friend of yours who lives in Misthallery has sent an urgent plea for help… A great archaeological find linked to a mysterious letter, all surrounded by an air of danger… I can't imagine a situation possibly being more Laytonesque! »
« Please stop saying that. » Max half threatened half pleaded the girl.
« Shall we go? » Emmy asked.
« Let's! » was Max's response.
With the help of Sam, Emmy managed to tie her scooter on Layton's car, and the group departed to the small town. However, at the very first turn…
« By the way Sam, I may have accidentally chewed through our brake lines. » Max laughed, while Sam found himself unable to slow down and hit Layton's car once again. And once again, Emmy found herself face flat on the window, yelping in pain and surprise.
« Sorry! This time it was our fault! » Max exclaimed with a megaphone.
« DAMN IT MAX! » Emmy shouted back, face still stuck on the window.
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Here it is, the rebranding of my old Professor Layton/Sam and Max Fanfiction story, with some changes and, eventually, the actual continuation of the story.
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