It was a lovely summer's day in Los Angeles. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and a fifteen year old girl just pulled an AK-47 out of her underpants in broad daylight, but that's another story.
Phoenix Wright, ex- Lawyer and Ace Hobo was sprawled on the sofa in the Wright Anything Talent Agency in a deeply uncomfortable position, surrounded by several empty bottles of Grape Juice, 500 empty packets of Snackoos and a tin of Golden Syrup. He was in the middle of a dream about fangirls being killed by the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, when the phone started to ring, waking him and causing him to fall off the sofa and bang his head off the coffee table.
"Ouch!" he squealed, like a Yaoi- Obsessed Fangirl after being denied access to her fanfiction account as the image of Johnny Yong Bosch shoving a fangirl's lardy acne-encrusted face into a meat grinder disappeared from his head.
" 'Pollo, Trucy, could one of y'answer th'phone?" he yelled, his speech slurred as a result of the Grape Juice Binge the previous night.(Long Story)
"No! I'm too busy writing in my Delicious Journal!" Apollo yelled back. "Its your phone, you answer it!"Just then, Trucy barged in with a shopping bag full of bricks of Lard and scuba diving kit.(Don't Ask)
"It's okay, I got it!" She lobbed the bag in the general direction of the corner where it missed, bounced off the wall, and laded on Apollo, making him drop his diary and causing him to cry like a girl.
"Wright Anything Talent Agency, Trucy Wright speaking, how can I help you?" she chirped cheerfully. Phoenix started snoring despite the fact he was face down under a poorly designed Coffee Table that looked like it was stolen from a Charity Shop. Apollo was still crying.
"That noise? That's just Daddy, he's asleep. Oh, the other one that sounds like a girl? That's Apollo, he's just crying because he dropped his Diary, its a pink one with kitties on it!"
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" Apollo screamed, Objection Pointing in Trucy's direction.
"Shut up, No not you, Apollo, he's whining again." Trucy continued.
"Anyway,how can I help you? You need a Lawyer? That's no problem, will you take Apollo Justice? Yes that is the one that sounds like a girl."
"I'M NOT A GIRL!"
Trucy ignored him.
"No? Hold on, WHAT?" Trucy dropped the phone.
"What's wrong?" Apollo asked, "Did you get accused of nicking things by shoving them down your knickers again?"
"No." Trucy said sadly. "It's not that."
"Then what is it?"
"Its Maya Fey." Trucy replied mournfully. "She's been arrested and she wants Daddy to defend her."
