This is my first story. I hope it is a good one. Many of these things are beyond possibility, but isn't that what stories are for? Please R&R.

Attention: I don't own any of these characters. I have to just put this disclaimer so Edgeworth doesn't come after me for plagiarism.

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Turnabout Ice Cream

Chapter 1

(Steel samurai ring tone plays)

"Huh?" Phoenix Wright woke up in a daze to find that his cell phone was ringing. He also found that he had fallen asleep on the couch in the lobby of Wright and Co. Law Offices… again. Of course, as you may or may not know, our hero Nick Wright doesn't get too much money from his clients. Because he is so poor, he lives in his office. That's right; he DOES have a refrigerator in there, too.

So anyway, Nick answered his cell phone. "Mia… what the?! How the heck can you call me? You're dead!" said Nick after hearing Mia's voice over the phone. "Nick!! You IDIOT! I am NOT Mia, I'm Maya. Isn't that obvious?" Maya answered. "Uh…sorry?" Nick said sheepishly. "Now then, for your clumsiness, you will take us for ice cream." Maya commanded. "Us?" "Yeah, Pearly and me! Okay, see you in a bit!" "Uh wait a minute… HOLD IT!" Nick cried, but it was too late. Maya already hung up. Darn. I can't even drive them there. What'll I do now? Nick thought.

Then, all of a sudden: beep beep! Someone pulled up in a Ferrari. "Maya? Since when do you have a Ferrari? And since when can you drive?" Nick asked. "Nick!! You IDIOT! I am NOT Maya, I'm Mia. Isn't that obvious?" Mia said. "Oh yeah, huh," said Nick while he was thinking, Déjà vu! Now that he got a better look, it was Mia in the driver's seat, being channeled by Maya. Good thing that Mia knew his secret that he couldn't drive.

"Hop in, Phoenix," Mia said. He did, and then Mia drove to the gourmet ice cream shop. When they got there, Pearl yelled, "I scream, you scream, we all scream for… ooh it all looks so good!" She then proceeded to order everything on the menu.

"HOLD IT!" Nick shouted. "I've been here before. You just order whatever you want and you just assume 'He's the lawyer, he'll pay for it!' Well, let me tell you, I'm poor! I live in my office, for crying out loud! I won't settle for this. By the way, how much does this stuff cost- OBJECTION!" Nick's jaw dropped. One ice cream cone with one scoop was $20.00! "We are taking our business elsewhere. Mia, TAKE THAT!" Nick shouted as he threw the car keys at her.

So they all took off in the Ferrari in search of cheaper ice cream. While they were driving, Pearl said, "Does something smell around here?" "Come to think of it, it does," said Mia. Nick thought, But when something smells, it's usually the… He was cut off by the tinny music of an ice cream truck. Lo and behold, an ice cream truck sped by them. The driver was none other than: Butz. Nick finished his thought. Yes, it appeared that Larry Butz's new job was driving an ice cream truck.

"Come on, Mystic Mia! Drive faster. We have to catch up to that ice cream truck!" Pearl shouted. "I'm driving as fast as I can. Wait a minute… how is he beating us? We're in a Ferrari!" Mia said. "Forget this; I'm running," Pearl said as she jumped out of the speeding Ferrari. "Pearls, HOLD IT!" Nick shouted, but it was too late. She was running at her top spirit medium speed, which was faster than a speeding Ferrari.

She jumped on the back of Larry's truck, causing him to spin out of control. He was sent careening through an intersection and into a car. "Hey kid, what the heck did you do that for?" Larry shouted. "Hey, you're Mr. Nick's friend, right?" asked Pearl. "Huh? You mean you know Nick?" At that moment, Mia pulled up alongside the accident. Phoenix jumped out of the car.

"Larry, what did you do this time?" he asked. "Yo Nick!" Larry shouted through gritted teeth. "Help me out here. This kid jumped on my truck, and now this crazy old lady I hit is threatening to prosecute me!" "Crazy old lady?" Mia said. "You whippersnappers! I may be old, but not crazy!" a voice shouted. "O-Oldbag?" Nick realized this lady could not get any older or crazier, for she was Wendy Oldbag, a notoriously talkative witness. This meant trouble.

Dick Gumshoe pulled up in a cop car. She must have called the police before. "Hey, pal. What's the big idea?" he said. "This young un' tried to kill me, he did," said Oldbag. "Harry Butz? Yeah, you're that weirdo from Mr. Wright's first case," said Gumshoe. "Hey! Who ya callin' a weirdo!?" screamed Larry. "Get me a prosecutor, whippersnapper!" Oldbag told Gumshoe. "Y-yes ma'am! Right away!" Gumshoe replied. He drove off in search of a prosecutor.

He returned shortly after. He was speeding, however, and could not stop in time. BOOM! He crashed into the wreckage of Oldbag's car. "I'm okay!" Gumshoe announced as he stepped out of the busted cop car. "The same cannot be said for Ms. Oldbag's car, however," said a mysterious voice. It came from the person who just pulled up on a motorcycle. The person took off their helmet. "Miles Edgeworth, at your service. Someone needed a prosecutor?" he said.

"Yes, Edgey-poo! It was me! Help me out. These whippersnappers tried to kill me with their antics!" said Oldbag. "Ugh. Not you again. Will you just leave me alone?" Edgeworth said. "What happened anyway?" he asked. "It was an accident! I swear." Larry pleaded. "This kid jumped on my truck and I went out of control into Oldhag's car." "And I was just driving and I hit the accident by accident," said Gumshoe.

"Very well. I always wanted to try my hand at being a defense attorney," Edgeworth said. "Huh?" everyone else said at the same time. "I will be defending Dick Gumshoe for his trial," Edgeworth announced. "Then I will defend Larry Butz in his trial," Phoenix declared. "Yo Nick! Thanks!" Larry cried. "I guess that means I'll defend Pearly in her trial. Even though I'm DEAD!" Mia glared at Nick. "Sorry, that's the way it works!" said Edgeworth. "You're on your own, Oldbag." And with that, Edgeworth pushed Oldbag off a nearby cliff.

Down, down, down she fell. She was about to hit the ground when BOING! She bounced off a familiar rotund shape. "Ah-hem! Who are you? My name is Marvin Grossberg, attorney at law," the rotund one said. "Can you prosecute, whippersnapper?" Oldbag asked. "Well, I'm not a whippersnapper, but as for prosecuting… I don't see why not. As long as you pay the price!" Grossberg said. "I don't care what I have to pay, just find those kids guilty!" ordered Oldbag. "All right then…" Grossberg then shouted his battle cry- what he says in court instead of "objection": "SUPER SIZE ME!!!!"

To be continued….