Anyways, this is Phoenix Wright-fic, inspired by trips to theme parks and going on rides and playing too much of the game. It's set just after the end of JFA, and contains spoilers for the first two games. If you haven't played them, you probably shouldn't read this. Plus, of course, you'll have no idea what's going on.

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HAY LOOK A DISCLAIMER: I don't own Phoenix Wright. Or Disney. Or anything else I happen to mention in here. They're all owned by really rich people who like to own things and make us type annoying disclaimers. CURSE YOU BIG RICH PEOPLE.

This was the kind of thing that always seemed to happen to Phoenix.

He wasn't sure why it was always him, or how, exactly, these things happened. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true- he knew this particular mishap had started with Maya innocently suggesting they take a vacation.

He just wasn't sure how he wound up with seven other people on a plane to Florida.

"Von Karma?" he hissed at Maya, horrified. "You invited Franziska von Karma?"

"Why not?" she said. "She's still the same age as me, you know, and what with growing up with her dad and all… I thought she deserved to have some fun."

"No. You know what her idea of fun is? Whipping people. She thinks pain is fun! Mine especially!"

Maya pouted. "Well, Edgeworth agrees with me."

"But-"

"Edgeworth is never wrong, Mr. Wright," said Ema, popping up over the back of his seat. "It's a scientific fact."

"It is?" said Phoenix.

Ema frowned. "Well, not exactly. But it should be."

"Exactly!" said Maya, grinning. "Oh, and Ema, you can call him Nick. He doesn't mind!"

Ema giggled. "Wow, that might take a while to get used to." She sat back down. "Nick," she said experimentally. "Nick. Niiiiiiick. Hello, Nick. How are you, Nick?"

"Why me?" muttered Phoenix. He slumped back down in his seat.

It was going to be a long, long vacation.

"'Scuse me?" said Pearl. "Um… Mr. Scruffy Detective?"

"Hm?" Gumshoe said, sitting up. "Oh! It's you, pal!" He grinned broadly. "What do you need?"

Pearl shifted cautiously from foot to foot. "Well, um… Mystic Maya thought I would like to sit next to a window, but there aren't very many empty seats, so… can I sit next to you?"

He nodded brightly. "Sure thing, pal!"

Pearl smiled, slid past Gumshoe, and sat down happily.

"Oh!" she gasped after a moment. "Are those really clouds?"

"Sure are, pal."

Pearl stared out the window, awestruck. "They look like… like mountains!"

Gumshoe chuckled. "I always thought they looked like whipped cream."

"Oh!" laughed Pearl. "They do!"

"So…" said Gumshoe, after a moment, "your name's Pearl, right, pal?"

"Yep!" she said. "And you're… Detective Gum-shoo."

"That's right."

Pearl looked at him. "But do you mind if I call you Mr. Scruffy Detective? 'Cause Mr. Nick says I shouldn't, but do you? Mind?"

He laughed. "Not if you don't mind if I call you pal!"

Pearl shook her head joyfully.

"Then it's settled!" said Gumshoe.

Pearl smiled and turned back to the window.

"This is utterly foolish."

Edgeworth sighed. "You've been saying the same thing every seven minutes since we got on the plane, Franziska."

"That's because this is undoubtedly the most foolishly foolish venture I have ever attempted." Franziska glared vehemently out the window.

"Is it now?"

"I am on a plane with Phoenix Wright, three foolish little girls, your moronic friend, that idiot of a detective, and you. Yes, I would say this is a ridiculous situation. And why are you even coming in the first place?"

"First of all," Edgeworth said, "you are coming because being such an obsessive perfectionist is not good for anyone, least of all an eighteen-year-old girl. Yes, Franziska," he said as she opened her mouth, "no matter how much older you try to be or how much of a prodigy you are, you are still an eighteen-year-old girl. Secondly, I am coming- partially, at least- to keep an eye on you- you'd murder everyone in their beds otherwise."

Franziska turned away from him with a huff. "I wouldn't expect you to understand," she said. "I can't. I can't take a vacation. I can't stop. I'm not good enough. I need to be perfect. I can't be perfect if I go on vacation.

"Anyways," she added, with the slightest of laughs, "I wouldn't know what to do in an amusement park anyways."

Edgeworth placed his hand on her shoulder, gently. "That makes two of us," he said.

Larry had always been a seize-the-day kind of guy. Carp Dem and all that.

So naturally, if he was on a plane with three good-looking girls, he was going to get to know them.

Except Nick almost bit his head off the last time he kinda-sorta-almost flirted with Maya.

And he was pretty sure Edgey would be at least twice as protective of the mini-von Karma chick. She scared him, anyways.

So after the plane took off, he sat himself down next to the other girl- Emma, he thought.

"Hey," he said, "I don't think we were really properly introduced."

The girl looked up from the notes she was taking and held out her hand. "Ema Skye," she said, "scientific investigator."

"I'm… uh… well, you can just call me Larry."

Ema looked slightly puzzled at this but said nothing.

"Soooo…" said Larry, "how do you know Nick, anyways?"

Ema glanced out the window quietly- Larry wondered if that had been one of those "awkward questions" everyone kept telling him about. But after a moment, Ema spoke.

"He… defended my sister," she said. "In a case, you know. He really helped us out; it was pretty amazing."

"Yeah," said Larry, "Nick's cool like that."

"Yes. Yes he is." Ema smiled. "So! How about you, erm, Larry?" She took her pencil out from behind her ear and whipped out her notebook. "Tell me about yourself."

So he did.

Yeah that's right. I'M SENDING THEM TO DISNEY. Hahaha TAKE THAT!

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