Disclaimer: I don't own any of the official franchise names that I've used here. Also, this contains spoilers for AJ:AA. Consider yourself warned.
"Polly!" Trucy walked in on Apollo Justice as he was putting away files from his most recent case.
"Hmm…?" Apollo muttered. "What do you want this time?"
"Well, I was thinking… Daddy's getting pretty old…" Trucy started.
Being in your early thirties is not old! Apollo thought.
"… and he's sad because he wants grandkids…" she continued.
"WHOA, do not look at me! We are related, remember?!" Apollo shouted.
"…but, that's beside the point. What I was actually going to suggest was that we save enough money to buy Daddy a pony so he won't be lonely," Trucy said with a grin on her face.
Apollo just stared at Trucy for what seemed to be a lifetime, and then replied, "How old are you again? You don't buy people ponies for companionship!"
"But… they're so fluffy and lovable!" Trucy protested.
"Someone's been watching a little too much 'Pink Plutonium Ponies'," Apollo said. "If Mr. Wright is lonely, I would suggest getting him a date."
"A- a date? But, that costs money! Which we don't have enough of!" Trucy complained.
"So? A pony costs way more!" Wow, this kid's sense of logic is bad. It's a good thing she's got perception to get her through life, thought Apollo.
"Have you even been on a date, Polly?" asked Trucy.
"Um… of course I have! The girls all loved my 'Chords of Steel'!"
"You're lying, Apollo, and I can prove it! Your hair drooped during that last statement!" Trucy shouted. "Gotcha!"
"Aw, crap. Why'd she have to have perception?" Apollo said to himself. "Enough with this foolishness; are we going to raise money or what?" he asked her.
"Sure! But, Polly, you're going to have to do it."
"What? Why me?" Apollo asked.
"Well, I can't have a full-time job! I've got school! So you're going to have to get training for your new job," Trucy said.
"Huh? Why can't I just keep being a lawyer?"
"Polly, I don't know if you remember, but our last few cases were failures concerning money. We haven't gained a single cent," Trucy lamented.
"Not true! I found a penny stuck in some gum at People Park!" Apollo announced triumphantly.
"Well, no matter. You're going to have to get a job, and that's that. Unless you want to give Daddy a grandkid. I hear they're on sale at Babies R' Us."
She has no idea what she's talking about, Apollo thought.
"Polly! Are you even listening?" Trucy waved her hand in front of his face.
"Y-yeah! I already have training, anyway. That is- 'Chords of Steel' training!" Apollo got out his "Rock Band" microphone.
"No! You know what happened last time," Trucy warned as she glanced towards a boarded-up window surrounded by shards of glass.
"Oh. Right. Maybe I should try drums instead." Apollo got out his "Air Drummer" virtual drumsticks and started hitting the air wildly.
"HEY! Watch out. You'll take someone's eye out with that, kid," Phoenix Wright said as he walked to the refrigerator. "No more grape juice? I guess I'll just have this beer instead…"
"Polly, find a job quick! Before Daddy gets any worse!" Trucy begged after Phoenix had stormed back to some secret hiding place.
"Ok, already. But, I could just buy him some more grape juice…" And I don't see Mr. Wright as the alcoholic type to begin with, Apollo thought.
"Polly!" Trucy yelled angrily.
"All right, I'll find something. Just don't expect me to be playing piano at the Borscht Bowl or anything like that." And with that, Apollo was off.