Professor Layton and the Angel's Prophecy

Epilogue

"Ah, Hershel and Emmy! How delightful it is to see you!" After he had let go of the two adults – Emmy breathing a sigh of relief as the stench made her dizzy – he leaned over the little boy with the thick mop of red hair.

"Look at you! The last time I saw you, you were this high!" He held his hand a few inches off the ground, and Alfendi frowned.

"The last time I saw you," he countered, stumbling over some words. "you were less smelly!"

Don Paolo fell back in bedazzlement, and Emmy covered her mouth, laughing hysterically.

"That's a... a good one," Don Paolo admitted, brushing off his sleeves before leaning over to whisper to the parents. "You've raised a witty one, certainly. I daresay he'll be as smart as you, Hershel." He noticed Emmy's narrowed eyes and he fixed his statement, fumbling awkwardly. "A-and you of course, Emmy." She nodded her approval and he wiped an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead.

"Why do you have to whisper his compliment?" Emmy inquired.

"If the lad knew just how bright he was, he'd never let me hear the end of it!"

He peeked over his shoulder and gasped to see the young boy's eyes narrowing at him, just like his mother.

"Yes, definitely like his mother after all."

Stepping back, Don Paolo flung his arms back, knocking over a beacon. He darted his hand out to grab it, missed, and knocked over circuit boards and various items onto the floor. As he scrambled to pick them up, he exclaimed at the sight of a little handle with a protruding stick. Turning back to face his friends, he held his hands behind his back and grinned nervously.

"Anyhow, what device have you come to see this time?" He rummaged through the disaster that was the table, sighed and reached for a box, placing the item in his hand back in before holding it out again. "This clever thing is an extending arm. You just..." Squeezing the trigger, the stick shot out, a metallic pole shooting out into space. It stopped just shy of the tent's roof. Sending it back into its handle, he poked at his moustache with it and sighed. "It currently can't do anything much, but I plan to fix that. Oh look!" From a shelf he held up a hat which at the flick of a button, a pair of sunglasses folded out in front of the eyes. "And this!" He ran to the opposite side of the room, sorting through another rubbish heap until he produced a little earpiece. Attaching it to Emmy's ear, he grinned, explaining it could translate any foreign language into English, and he cleared his throat.

"Je m'appelle Don Paolo,"he stumbled in French. Emmy raised an eyebrow and waited. The little earpiece began to flash and a robotic voice chirped in her ear.

"I am a duck."

"I think your machine is broken," Emmy tutted. Don Paolo pulled at his moustache and shook his head. Emmy glared at him before smirking. Removing the earpiece, she clipped it into Don Paolo's ear.

"Être con comme un balai," she spoke in fluent french. The little robotic voice translated.

"You are as dumb as a broom."

"That was mean," Don Paolo grumbled.

"At least it got it right this time."

Alfendi's laughter grated at Don Paolo and the Tinkerer turned back to find his next invention.

As Emmy threw the ear piece back into the mountain of spare parts, Don Paolo retrieved a claw-like device and held it out proudly. 

"This is magnetic! It grips onto an object, and if it is metal, it squeezes tight with a vice-like strength."