One day, at the Wright Anything Agency, Phoenix got a phone call.

It seemed like an ordinary evening, actually. Apollo, Trucy, Ema and Phoenix were all having dinner happily, watching DVDs of "The Steel Samurai" while they ate. During dinner was when Phoenix got the phone call, while Ema was telling strange detective jokes.

"…And then he said, 'What kind of cigarettes are you smoking?'" Ema said, then laughed and took a swig of beer. Apollo and Trucy both gave nervous laughs, wondering if Ema was drunk to tell such a lame joke.

Beep, beep, beeep, beeeeep. Phoenix's cell phone started ringing, the same ring tone he's always had ever since he was a defense attorney.

"Oh, excuse me," he said. He dug the phone out of his pocket and said, "Hello?"

Apollo and Trucy tried to ignore Ema's lame jokes while they tried to listen to Phoenix talking on his phone.

"Oh, I see. Are you sure the cops can't get him?"

He paused. "Uh-huh. All right. I'll be there. See you later." Phoenix clicked off his phone and stood up.

"Papa, where are you going?" Trucy asked.

"Trucy," Phoenix began, "I just got a call from a friend. He says he's being attacked by the evil forces of Kristoph. I'm going to Los Angeles to aid him."

Evil forces of Kristoph? Wasn't he thrown in jail? Apollo wondered.

"But Papa, what if something happens to you?" Trucy asked, jumping to her feet.

"I'll take my hobo hat to protect me." Phoenix touched his hat with his right hand. "If you don't hear from me in a month, send Apollo."

Apollo looked at Phoenix with an expression that said, Why are you suddenly appointing me?

"Detective Skye!" Trucy exclaimed.

Ema started to laugh drunkenly. "Don't worry, Truce!" she hiccupped. "Scientifically speaking, he should return safe and sound." She laughed again.

"Enough!" Phoenix said, waving his hand over his head. "My taxi cab comes in the morning. I wonder what's for dessert?"

But we haven't finished dinner yet!

"Oh, boy!" Apollo exclaimed before he could stop himself. "I'm so hungry, I could eat some decisive evidence!"

So they had dessert, but Apollo realized he wasn't so hungry he could eat some decisive evidence.

A MONTH LATER…

Trucy was sadly sulking by the talent agency's door. She sighed, making Apollo and Ema go over to her to comfort her. Why Ema was there, no one knew.

"It's been a month, and still no word," she moaned.

"I'm sure he's all right, Trucy," Ema said comfortingly, while she downed some aspirin.

"Yeah!" Apollo said optimistically. "That old Kristoph's no match for Mr. Wright!"

Suddenly, Trucy got an idea and slapped her hand onto Apollo's shoulder, making Apollo squirm and yell, "OW!"

"Polly, go to Los Angeles and find Daddy. Do it… or else." She had a strange, evil glint in her eye, and of course Apollo had to say yes.

"Of course!" he said. "Great, I can't wait to cross examine some witnesses!"

LATER STILL…

Two days later, Ema was peacefully sleeping in her apartment, clutching a fingerprint kit.

"Mmm… a hah… I don't want to go swimming, Mr. Gant…"

Suddenly, somebody pinched Ema's nose. "AH!" she shouted. "MR. GANT – "

"No, Ema, it's me!" Trucy was holding a flashlight, shining it in Ema's eyes. "Trucy! Trucy Wright!"

Ema calmed down a bit. "Oh… hi, Trucy. How'd you get in here?" she asked suspiciously.

"Um… magician's secret?" Trucy said, hiding something behind her back with her free hand. "Anyway, wake up!"

"I'm already up," Ema said grouchily.

"We're going to Los Angeles to aide Papa and Polly!" Trucy declared.

Ema sat up and yawned. "Whatever. I'll bring my scientific things and my Snakoos."

Trucy gleefully clapped her hands.