Picture Book

The Picture Book is a minigame in Professor Layton and the Unwound Future. It is given to Luke by Alfie in Anita's Place after solving the puzzle What Day Is It? 1.

Picture Book 1 - Lost and Found

US Version

One sunny morning, I was strolling through the meadow.  As I approached a dead tree on my right, I noticed a boot in the middle of the path and a hat to the left. "I wonder who dropped these," I thought to myself. I decided I couldn't just leave them there.

I walked to a square with a plum tree in its center. Next to the plum tree, I saw a man frantically picking something up, so I said, "I'm looking for someone who has dropped some items. Have you noticed anyone who fits this description?"

The mustached man glanced at the items I was holding and replied, "Oh, so that's where my hat went! Thanks for returning it to me!"

"Take this as my way of saying thanks. It fell out of this plum tree," said the man while handing me a delicious-looking plum.

And with that, I continued strolling through the meadow. After a short time, I bumped into a girl, so I said, "I found this boot, and I'm looking for the person who dropped it."

The girl hesitated a moment before replying, "I can't help you, but there's a white house just up the path. Try asking over there." I said my thanks and hurried on.

Curious as to whether the boot belonged to someone in the white house, I walked over to it and knocked on the door. A kindly-looking woman opened it and said, "Hello there. Can I help you?" Peeking inside, I couldn't help but notice that there was a tasty-looking banana on the kitchen table.

"I found this boot, and I'm looking for its owner," I replied. "Oh, yes! That boot belongs to my grandson," said the woman. "Thank you ever so much!" Then she handed me the banana on the table as a reward.

It was a good day. I returned two lost items to their owners and received a delicious plum and banana as a reward. I was so happy thatI couldn't help but whistle, and I felt like I could walk all day long.

UK Version

One sunny morning, I was strolling through a meadow. As I walked past a dead tree on my right, I suddenly came upon a boot in front of me and a hat on my left. "I wonder who dropped these?", I thought to myself. I couldn't just leave them there, so I decided to take them with me.

I soon got to a big square with a plum tree in the middle. Underneath the pine tree, I saw an old man gathering something, so I said, "I found some things that someone dropped in the meadow. Have you seen anyone looking anxious?"

Twiddling his moustache, the old man glanced at the objects I was holding and replied, "Oh, that's where my hat went! Thanks for bringing it back!"

"Here, take this by way of thanks. It just fell out of that plum tree." And with that, the old man handed me a delicious-looking plum.

As I strolled on through the meadow, I bumped into a girl and I said, "I found this boot and I'm looking for the person who dropped it."

The girl hesitated a moment before replying in a timid voice, "I can't help you, but there's a white cottage just up ahead. Try asking over there." I gave my thanks and hurried on.

It seemed likely that the boot might belong to someone in the cottage, so I walked over to it and knocked on the door. A kindly lady opened it and said, "Hello there! Can I help you?" Peeking inside, I couldn't help but notice that there was a tasty-looking banana on the kitchen table.

"I found this boot and I'm looking for its owner", I replied. "Oh, yes! That boot belongs to my grandson", said the lady. "Thank you ever so much!" Then she handed me the banana from the table as a reward.

It was a good day! I returned two lost objects to their owners and received a delicious plum and banana as a reward. I was so happy that I couldn't help whistling all the way home!

Picture Book 2 - Rainy Day Caffè

US Version

I work in a little café. One day, the woman in charge stepped out, leaving me to run the shop. Before stepping out the door, the woman said to me, "I'm relying on you today. I'll be back as soon as I can."

After the woman left, I noticed that a raincoat had been left behind on the counter. "Oh, no! The woman must have forgotten this!" I thought to myself. "And come to think of it, I don't even know where the woman went!"

A little while later, a man arrived, the first customer of the day. "The rain is terrible. I'll have a coffee, please. A really hot one," the customer said, taking a window seat. I looked outside and saw that it had indeed started raining.

The door flew open once again, and I could hear the sound of the rain on the pavement as the next customer came in. "Gosh, it's just like they forecasted. That rain has chilled me to the bone. I'll have a tea, please. But don't steep it for too long." The boy took a seat in a corner table.

Since the woman in charge was gone, I had to make a coffee for the customer by the window. I also had to make the tea that the other customer had ordered. However, I ran into a snag when I realized the milk bottle was gone.

The door opened again and someone stepped inside. "Thank heavens! That must be the woman," I said. But when I turned around, I saw that it was actually a traveler. This customer sat down by the counter.

"Eesh, I'm tired. But look at this mushroom I found in the forest! Was I lucky or what? Oh, right, my order. I'll have a cocoa, please." The traveler leaned over, put the mushroom on the counter, and said, "Isn't it a beauty?"

"It is, but I have to apologize because I can't make you a cocoa. The milk bottle is gone, you see," I said, deciding to be honest.

Overhearing my apology, the mustached man sitting by the window said, "I don't like my coffee black. One really needs to tip the milk bottle to make it palatable."

The boy in the corner piped up as well. "Hot tea's best friend is the milk bottle." Then the traveler by the counter chimed in, "This is unbelievable. I came all the way here to enjoy a cocoa!" The traveler by the counter's glasses began to fog up with anger. I was getting very flustered.

Just then, the door opened agin, an in stepped the woman. "Lots of customers today, eh? I'm glad you all came in here out in the rain." I was so relieved to see the woman's pointy hat.

"I can't find the milk bottle! I looked everywhere," I said, causing the woman's eyes to grow as big as saucers. "What are you talking about?! Didn't you hear me when I told you I was stepping out to get another milk bottle?"

The old dear really was steamed, but she wasted no time in making everyone fresh hot drinks and a mushroom pie. The customers were all delighted, and I cheered up as well. Doesn't this story make you want to visit a café on a rainy day?

UK Version

I work in a café a little way out of town. One day, Auntie Lil had to go out for a bit and left me in charge. On the way out, Auntie Lil said to me, "I'm counting on you today. I'll be back as soon as I can."

After seeing Auntie Lil off, I noticed that a raincoat had been left behind on the counter. "Oh no!" I thought. "I don't even know where Auntie Lil has gone. I forgot to ask!"

A little while later, an old man arrived, the first customer of the day. "What awful rain! I'll have a coffee, please. Make it piping hot", said the customer, taking a window seat. I looked outside and saw that it had indeed started raining.

The door flew open once again, and I could hear the sound of the rain on the pavement as the next person came in. "Brrr, it's just as they forecasted. The rain has chilled me to the bone. I'll have a tea please." With that, the boy walked over to the corner seat.

Auntie Lil wasn't back yet, so I set to work making a hot coffee for the first customer and the tea that the customer in the corner had ordered. "Oh no!" I thought. "I can't find the milk!"

The door opened again and someone stepped inside. "Thank goodness! That must be Auntie Lil", I thought. But when I turned around, I saw that it was actually an adventurer, a regular at the café, who came to sit at the counter as usual.

"Oof, I'm tired. But look at this mushroom I found! Lucky or what?! What was that? Oh, right, my order. I'll have a cocoa, please." The adventurer leaned over, placed the mushroom on the counter and said, "Isn't it a beauty?"

"It certainly is. However, I'm afraid I can't make you a cocoa. There's no milk, you see," I said, deciding I had to be upfront.

Overhearing my apology, the mustachioed old man by the window said, "Oh, but I don't like plain coffee! One needs a dash of milk to make it palatable."

The boy sitting in the corner piped up, "Proper English tea can't be served without milk". Then the adventurer by the counter joined in, glaring from behind steamed up glasses. "This is unbelievable! I came all the way here to enjoy a nice cup of cocoa!" I was getting very flustered!

Just then, the door opened again, and in stepped Auntie Lil. "Lots of customers today, eh? I'm glad you all came in here out of the rain." I was very relieved to see Auntie Lil's pointy hat.

"I can't find the milk!", I cried. "I've looked everywhere!" Auntie Lil's eyes went as round as saucers. "What are you talking about?! Didn't you hear me when I told you I was going out to get more milk?"

The old dear was rather cross, but she wasted no time in making everyone hot drinks and then set to baking a mushroom pie. The customers were all delighted, and even I was able to relax a bit. Doesn't this story make you want to visit a café on a rainy day as well?

Picture Book 3- The Missing Figurine (US)/The Missing Statue (UK)

US Version

One day, I received a request for help from a friend of mine, the head of a venerable old family, so I headed over to the family mansion. At the entrance I was met by a butler dressed completely in blue.

According to the master who invited me, a valuable figurine had disappeared from the mantelpiece. As I was inspecting the scene, a young master whispered from the door. "Not many people come and go from the mansion. Someone who lives here must have hidden it." He asked me to follow him to the study, where he'd tell me the whole story.

However, when we arrived at the study, there was someone already there. "There you are, you little rascal!" said the chef. "Oh, excuse me! I didn't realize you had a guest." And the chef left the room. "Who was that?" I asked. "Can't you tell from his hat?" was the reply. "I wonder what he wanted."

Across the room, we heard a loud meow. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "We're not alone!" "Heh, that's right. My cat is the queen of the house." said the boy. "Oh, but I'd better get going. It's time for my study session with my tutor now. He's the one with the small mustache."

I decided to investigate the dining room. Upon entering, I startled a gardener inside, causing him to drop the watch he was carrying. "O-oh! Y-you must be a guest. But please don't sneak up on me like that!"

Does that watch you dropped belong to you?" I asked. "N-no. It belongs to the young master. I found it while working in the garden, so I thought I'd return it to him," he said. "So why did you come to the dining room?" "The young master has a voracious appetite, so he's often here looking for a bit to eat."

I walked back through the hall to the big garden behind the house. There I encountered a tutor. Pointing at a trowel on the ground, he said to me: "I'm looking for the owner of this. He's the gardener in blue trousers."

Soon after, a maid entered the garden and said to me: "Ah, so this is where you are. The master's been looking for you. Turning to the tutor, she said, "And as for you, it's time for the young master's lesson." A look of panic flitted across the tutor's face. "Oh, my word, is it that time already?!"

The cat appeared with a meow. "Your paws are all muddy! Have you been out in the garden again?" scolded the maid. Turning to me, she said: "The family doesn't know, but she likes to dig holes in the garden and bury things there. She's like a dog."

Next to the trail of muddy paw prints, a silver fork had been dropped. "This... This belongs to that chef in the study. He lost it and was looking for it."

I met up with the master and asked about the missing figurine. "Was it shiny?" I asked. "Oh, yes," he replied. "It was a little statue of a goddess. Really magnificent silverwork." "I see... I think I understand what's happened here," I said. "My word! Really?! Jolly good!"

The master gathered everyone in the hall, and I started to explain the situation: "After the figurine went missing, the gardener noticed that holes had been dug in the garden and assumed the young master was making mischief. You see, the young master's watch was found next to the holes."

"The tutor also had suspicions. He found mud on the floor of the young master's study, which made him think something untoward had happened. Therefore, he went out into the garden to look for evidence. Had he taken a closer look, he would have seen that the muddy footprints belonged to the cat.

"The chef also had his suspicions, but it wasn't the valuable figurine that was concerning him, but rather the missing fork. He thought it had been taken by the young master as a practical joke. He's always in the dining room, after all."

"You're all awful! Everyone suspected me?! I din't hide the figurine, I didn't use the trowel, and I didn't take the fork without telling anyone either!" said the young master angrily.

"Now, now, calm down. There's another explanation that hasn't been considered." The young master looked around him. "That's right," said the master kindly. "Nobody here did anything wrong." "Exactly," I said. "The real criminal is over there."

"Meow," said the cat. "She seems to be fond of shiny things, like this silver figurine, watch, and silver fork. She hid them all in the garden." "Ah, so that's what happened!" "Another puzzle solved!" I said, smiling.

UK Version

One day, I received a request for help from a friend of mine, the head of an old and venerable family. I promptly headed over to the family mansion. At the entrance, I was ushered in by ​the butler​, dressed in blue from head to toe.

According to the baron, a valuable statue had recently disappeared from the mantelpiece. As I was inspecting the scene, the young master whispered to me from the doorway, "Not many people come and go from the house. Someone who lives here must have hidden it." He asked me to follow him to the study, where he'd tell me the whole story.

However, when we got to the study, there was already someone there. "There you are, you little rascal!", said the cook. "Where- Oh! I see we have a guest. We'll talk later then." With that, the cook hurried out. "Who was that?" I asked the boy. "Can't you tell from his hat?", he replied. "I wonder what he wanted."

From across the room, we heard a small meow. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "We're not alone!" "That's right. My cat is the queen of the house!" said the boy. "Oh drat! It's time for me to study with my tutor now. He's the one with the small moustache."

I decided to investigate the dining room. Upon entering, I seemed to startle the gardener, causing him to drop the watch he was carrying. "O-oh! Y-you must be a guest. Please don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Does that watch belong to you?", I asked. "N-no. It belongs to the young master. I found it while working in the garden, so I thought I'd return it to him", he said. "So why did you come to the dining room?" "The young master has a voracious appetite. He's often in here looking for snacks."

I walked back through the hall to the big garden behind the house. There, I encountered the tutor. Holding out a trowel, he said, "I'm looking for the owner of this. It belongs to the gardener, the one in the blue trousers."

Just then, the maid came out into the garden and spotted me. "Ah, there you are!", she said. "The master's looking for you." "I see", I replied. She turned to the tutor. "And as for you, it's time for the young master's lesson." A look of panic flitted across his face. "Oh, my word, is it that time already?!"

"Meow", went the cat again. "Bad pussycat! Your paws are all muddy! Have you been out in the garden again?" sighed the maid. She turned to me, and added, "The family doesn't know, but she likes to dig holes in the garden and bury shiny things."

On the ground, next to the trail of muddy pawprints lay a silver fork. "What's this, then?" This must belong to the cook. When we saw him in the study, he seemed to be looking for something he'd lost", I thought to myself.

I asked the baron for details of the missing statue. "Was it shiny?" "Oh yes. It was a little statue of a goddess. Really magnificent silverwork." "I see... I think I understand what's happened here", I said. "My word! Really? Jolly good!"

The baron gathered everyone in the hall and I explained the situation. "After the statue went missing, the gardener found something in the garden, which made him think that the young master must be up to his usual mischief. What he found was the young master's watch buried in a freshly dug hole."

"The tutor also suspected some mischief. He found mud in the study, near the young master's desk and realised that something was not quite right. So he went out into the garden to look for evidence. Had he looked a little more closely, however, he would have realised that the mud had actually come from the cat's pawprints."

"The cook also knew something strange was a foot. However, it wasn't the statue that was worrying him, but rather the disappearance of a silver fork. He thought it had been taken by the young master as a joke. He's always hanging around the dining room, after all."

"You're all awful! You mean everyone suspected me?! I didn't hide the statue, I didn't use the trowel to dig any holes and I didn't take the fork without telling anyone either!", said the young master, angrily.

"Actually, everyone was trying to cover for you." The young master looked around and sighed, "Hmm... Well, I suppose so." The baron looked down kindly and said, "Nobody here did anything wrong." "That's right", I said. "The real culprit is over there."

"Meeeow", purred the cat. "She's very fond of shiny things", I explained. "A silver statue, a watch and a silver fork. She hid them all in the garden." "Ah, so that's what happened!", exclaimed my friend. "Another puzzle solved!", I said, smiling.