AN: I'm not sure if anyone came up with this yet. If someone did, please inform me, and I'll delete this short fanfic. In-game-text isn't exact, since there is no script for The Stolen Turnabout, which this story has some spoilers for.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Ace Attorney series. I'm not nearly that creative anyway.

"Your Honor!" yelled Phoenix. "If the Sacred Urn was really in the Atmey Detective Agency, then the prints of this person should be on the urn. TAKE THAT!" He substantiated his claims by pulling a photo out of the Court Record.

Luke Atmey seemed unmoved, cleaning his monocle. "So what's all the fuss about fingerprints, anyway?"

Phoenix let a confident smile slip onto his lips. "Don't you remember the events of yesterday, Mr. Atmey? I felt what was inside your bag, and I remember it quite clearly. It was smooth, hard, and circular. Furthermore, it was bigger than my hand."

"OBJECTION!" yelled Prosecutor Godot. "You went to Kurain Village before! The fingerprints could have been made anytime!'

Phoenix shook his head. "Of course not! It's been polished!"

"Huh?"

"Not me," he continued, "but what the head of security, Ms. Adrian Andrews said. 'I polished it until it was practically glowing. I thought I could make it look more valuable.' If the urn was in the Agency yesterday, my fingerprints should be on the urn!"

"Gak!" Luke Atmey jumped back, his monocle flying off.

"Your Honor! The defense requests the urn be checked for fingerprints! If mine are on there, that means-"

"OBJECTION!"

SPLAT!

Like earlier in the trial, Godot threw a cup of coffee at Phoenix's head. This one, however, was much hotter.

"M-Mr. Godot!" stammered the Judge. "What on earth is it this time?"

Godot sighed. "I hardly need to point this out to the court, but… why does Trite carry a photo of himself?"

Phoenix paused. "…Huh?"

"Yeah…" pondered Maya. "I mean, you don't have a license, do you?"

"Huh? Huh?"

Godot pounded his desk. "Your Honor! The defense attorney is obviously infatuated with himself!"

"I… am…WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" cried a shocked Phoenix.

The Judge nodded. "Well… yes… but that has no bearing on the current case, Mr. Godot."

"OBJECTION! Of course it does! I believe we all recall Manfred von Karma?"

("I don't want to recall him…") thought Phoenix.

Godot continued. "He was infatuated with himself to the degree he would fabricate evidence! And he eventually got the death penalty!"

"OBJECTION!" protested Phoenix. "B-but you can't forge fingerprints!"

Godot smirked. "Oh really, Trite? Well, do you have any evidence to prove that you can't?"

Phoenix began to sweat. Seeing weakness, Godot added salt to the wound. "Of course, even if you did, it would probably be forged, wouldn't it?"

"Gak!" Phoenix jumped back in his chair. ("I don't have any response to that…")

The Judge nodded. "Very well, then. Mr. Phoenix Wright! I declare you… ENGAGED TO LARRY BUTZ!"

"W-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"

A voice cried out from the stand. "Oh, Nick! You love me too! Let's get married and have lots of kids!"

To Phoenix's surprise, he was dressed in a tuxedo rather than his usual blue suit. Two large bars appeared in front of him.

"Object"

"Get Married!"

Phoenix didn't even have to decide.

--"Object"

"I now pronounce you-"

"OBJECTION!"

Phoenix then woke up. He was pointing with his left hand index finger.

"Nick, keep it down!" yelled a voice from the next room.

"Sorry Maya," he called back. ("Just a dream…")

He went to the fridge and poured a glass of milk. He also helped himself to some cookies he and Pearl made earlier.

"That's it…" mumbled Phoenix. "No more food from Kurain."

However, Phoenix didn't notice that he was drinking Kurain goat milk.

"…Get away, Oldbag! Not you too, Edgeworth!"

"NICK, SHUT UP!"

END