A/N: Here it is, the ending that you've all been waiting for. I really appreciate everyone who has read this story for all their support and for all the people who have posted reviews. At first, I was not entirely sure what direction I would be going in this story- sticking closely to the source material with slight altercations or going off in an entirely new direction; but in the end, this was a pretty fun fanfic to write and I hope that you enjoyed it just as much.


Upon returning to Groz's chamber, Pearl and Glinda cheerfully walk in, grinning as they carry their respective objects, Espeelle's umbrella's handle with Pearl and Shoe with Glinda, who turn around to see that Canon and Scruffy Scarecrow are lagging behind.

"C'mon, you slowpokes! What's taking you so long?" Glinda asks with irritation in her voice as Canon and Scruffy Scarecrow struggle to drag Tiger's limp, unconscious body into the chamber.

When the two men finally reach the two women, they let go of Tiger's body before Canon glares at Glinda with a look that could be considered a weapon of mass destruction if looks could kill.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Glinda. I didn't realize that you had to drag an unconscious 200 pound tiger for 10 miles- Oh wait, that was me and Scarecrow!" Canon snarls.

"Yeah, pal!" Scruffy Scarecrow chimes in "All you had to carry was Shoe, whereas I had to drag Tiger while Canon complained! Now, I'm normally a patient guy and all, but a scarecrow can only hear 'Why can't Tiger do anything? Why are we always stuck dragging Tiger? Why does Scarecrow's breath smell so rancid?' Only so much before losing his mind."

At that moment, Tiger finally regains consciousness and gets back on his feet.

"So guys, what'd I miss?" Tiger innocently asks as if he did nothing wrong.

"Oh, nothing…" Canon states nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. "Just the entire confrontation with Espeelle and the walk back here, you oversized paperweight!" The tinman snaps, causing Tiger to start crying, prompting Pearl to hug the large orange feline.

"Don't be mean to Tiger, Mr. Canon!" Pearl states as she scowls at Canon. "He can't help it if he gets frightened."

"Y-Yeah!" Tiger whimpers.

"Well excuse me for-"

"Why have you come back?" Groz bellows as his large green head appears before the group, transforming Canon's rage into apprehension as the tinman starts to tremble.

Pearl approaches Groz. "Mr. Groz, we did as you said and killed that mean ol' witch. The Warlock of Toilets melted her and we brought back her umbrella. See?" Pearl holds up the handle of Espeelle's umbrella.

"So you liquefied her…? And with toilet water, no less! A sickening death for a sickening witch. Excellent work!" Groz praises the group with a big grin on his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Groz!" Pearl chirps. "Now, if you don't mind, we'd like you to keep your promise to us."

"Not so fast. Not so fast!" Groz bellows, the pillars of flame shooting up. "I'll have to think about it. Go away and return here tomorrow!" The wizard commands.

Regaining his courage, Canon marches up right next to Pearl, a steely look of determination filling his eyes.

"Now listen here, Groz. You've had plenty of time to think things over while we were out doing YOU'RE dirty work." Canon objects, pointing an accusing finger at the floating head as if he were back in court.

"Do not arouse the wrath and fury of the great and powerful Groz!" The floating head bellows as Shoe jumps out of Glinda's arms and walks through a curtain in the corner of the chamber. "You should be grateful that I'm giving you audience tomorrow, and not in 20 yea-Aaaaahhh!" Groz screams as his floating head suddenly disappears.

Suddenly, a man in a reddish-orange suit that resembles Gant bursts out from behind the curtain, screaming and trying his best to pry shoe off him, who has taken an interest in clawing his face to death. When he successfully manages to rip Shoe off of him and place the cat on the ground, he is greeted with looks of shock from all five people present.

"Who are you, mister?" Pearl asks.

The man grins and clasps his hands together as the group approaches him. "Well, no point in hiding it any longer since the cat's literally out of the bag. I'm the great and powerful Wizard of Groz."

"I can't believe what I am hearing!" Canon says with a livid tone.

"W-Well, I'm afraid that it's true. I'm the only wizard here." Groz states as he nervously plays with his hair.

"You vile snake in the grass!" Canon growls as he points an angry finger at Groz.

Scruffy Scarecrow keeps looking around the chamber. "What am I missing, pals? Where did Groz go? He was here just a minute ago."

A metallic tang can be heard as Canon slaps his forehead before directing Scruffy Scarecrow's gaze to the old man before them. "Weren't you listening now, you dumb oaf? That lying bucket of bilge water there was Groz all this time!"

Groz sighs, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I don't blame you for how you feel Tin Canny… I deserve it…"

"You're a very bad, BAD man!" Tiger states as tears well up in his eyes, obviously hurt that such an ordinary man had tried his darndest to terrify him during their previous encounter.

"No, you've got it all wrong. I'm a very good man, just a very bad wizard." Groz nervously justifies, though by the looks of anger on the group's faces, he can see that that excuse isn't going to fly with anyone- except maybe Scruffy Scarecrow, who seems to be still confused about the matter and is only glowering in an attempt to fit in.

"Now you listen here, 'Groz', if that is your real name. You had better be a good enough wizard to grant our requests or you will be dealing with a lawsuit so terrifying that it will make Espeelle look like a little bunny by comparison!" Canon yells, flashing the wizard his infamous steely glare.

"Now, now. Tin Canny, I-"

"NO!" Canon bellows. "It's MY turn to speak, you cowardly charlatan! During the course of this journey, I have been nearly melted by Espeelle, my body used a battering ram, and have been traumatized for life after seeing the Larries pelvic thrusting! And for what? A 'wizard' who hides behind smoke and mirrors! You better have a good lawyer, Groz, because I swear to all that is holy that I will dedicate every fiber of my being to being rightfully compensated for the grief that you have subjected us to by claiming every last asset that this town has to offer! And don't even think for a second that I will be merciful on account of Pearl being with me, because mark my words, I will win that lawsuit by any means necessary and then proceed to tear this entire city apart, ruby brick by ruby brick! I will lay claim to the Orange Stone Road and set up an attraction where passers-by can literally kick the lies out of you for five dollars! I-"

"I wasn't finished yet, Tin Canny." Groz wryly states as he flashes Canon a cold, unblinking stare that rivals his own, immediately silencing the tinman, before flashing the group a big smile. "Now, as I was saying, all of your requests are easy to fulfill. Take Scary, for example. Why, anyone can have a brain, including every simple creature that crawls in the dirt, every fish that swims through the seas, and even the Nahyema shippers. Back where I come from, we have universities where men, with no more brains than you do, go to become great thinkers who are revered as geniuses; but they have one thing that you don't have…" Groz reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a rolled up sheet of paper and a stack of money. "A diploma and $50,000 in loose bills! Take 'em, you earned them!"

Groz hands the items to Scruffy Scarecrow, whose eyes widen upon unrolling the paper and reading its contents. "Wow! A degree in communications! I must be the smartest man alive…! The sum of the square roots of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side." Scruffy Scarecrow boasts.

Canon sighs. "That's for a right triangle, Scarecrow, not an isosceles triangle."

Scruffy Scarecrow throws some bills at the tinman. "$100 says otherwise, pal."

Groz turns his attention to Tiger. "As for you, my frightened friend, you suffer from the delusion that just because you run away from danger, you aren't respectable. Back where I come from, we have people called crime lords, men who wield unimaginable power, yet are unable to even be near adversity without running away with their tails between their legs; but there's one thing that differentiates you from them…" Groz reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun and a plastic bag filled with white powder. "A gun and drugs! Enjoy!"

Groz hands the items to Tiger, whose face morphs into a big, toothy smile. "Thanks, Groz! Now I won't hafta to kill my clients to get back da money dat they owe me!"

"As for you, my galvanized chum, you want a heart-"

Canon raises his hand. "I'm going to stop you right there, Groz. Seeing the trend that has been set with my two acquaintances before me, if your solution to my problem is loading me up on Prozac or Novocain or some other mood enhancing medication, then you might as well save yourself the trouble and head over to the Ruby City courthouse for our trial." Canon cynically states.

A wry frown spreads across Groz's face. "You really need to learn to let people finish their sentences, Tin Canny. As I was saying, before you rudely cut me off again, your issue is not a lack of heart, but an utter lack of people skills." Groz reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cheap pamphlet that one would find in a doctor's office. "Here's a pamphlet on the basics of small talk. It's not much, but it'll get the job done, you emotionally constipated cockwaffle."

Groz nonchalantly tosses the pamphlet at Canon, which lands on top of his head in such a manner that the big yellow smiley face adorning the front cover covers his own face, resulting in the tinman letting out a guttural growl that contradicts said happy face.

Groz claps his hands as his smile returns. "Well, if that's everything, then you guys are free to go!"

"B-But, Mr. Groz, Shoe and I still need to get back home." Pearl meekly says.

"What are you talking about, Pearlsy?" Groz asks with a confused look on his face. "You're wearing the Boron Booties, so you've been able to go back home this entire time; but we do thank you for helping us out."

"WHAT!" Pearl shrieks as she turns to Glinda, glowering at the burger which as she stomps over to her. "I've been able to go back to Cali-fornia this entire time!? Why didn't you tell me we first met in Munchkin Land?"

"Well, I didn't think that you'd believe me." Glinda nervously retorts, picking up holding Shoe in front of her to shield her from the wrath of Pearl.

"Oh please! When I first met you, I thought that you were Mystic Maya, a woman who I have looked up to for as long as I could remember! For Mystic Ami's sake, she's the person who told me that if I touched her burgers, I would go blind- something that I still believe to this day! Not to mention, if you thought that I wouldn't believe you telling me how to get home instantly, why did you choose to send me all the way here to see Groz?" Pearl yells.

Glinda puffs her cheeks. "Hey, the process is really, really hard! You wouldn't have been able to do it without going on this journey!"

"Actually, Glinny, all she had to do was click her heals together three times while saying 'There is no place like home.'" Groz interjects.

Glinda flashes Groz a scowl before returning her attention to Pearl, who is growling as she rolls up her sleeve and clenches her little, yet powerful, fist.

"How dare you do this to me, Ms. Glinda!? I trusted you! You saw what was going on in that nasty witch's crystal ball! You saw how Mystic and Mr. Nick are worried sick about me! If you would have told me the truth from the start, I could have saved them so much heartache and worry- worry that could very well strain their relationship and delay them getting married!"

A morose look forms on Glinda's face as she eyes the ground. "Pearly... I-"

"No, I've heard enough out of you! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slap you to somewhere over the rainbow!?" Pearl huffs.

Pearl raises her arm as she prepares to unleash her infamous slaps upon the burger witch, but is stop when the firm, metallic hand of Canon- who has since removed the pamphlet off of him, crumpled it up, and threw it in a corner- grabs her shoulder and kneels down to her eyelevel as she turns around to face him.

"I know that you're hurt and mad, Pearl, and so am I, but despite being gypped by that wizard, I want you to know that I have thoroughly enjoyed this journey of ours. Sure, I may have had a few conflicts with Scarecrow and Tiger…" Pearl rolls her eyes in response. "Alright, a lot- but you made it all worthwhile in the end; for if it wasn't for your kindness and dedication to your friends, I would have never learned what it means to be a friend. That's why I just want to say, well, I… You see, the others and I… I… This is kind of hard for me to say." Canon states with reddened cheeks as he scratches the back of his head. "I'll-"

Pearl interrupts Canon by giving him a hug. "I know that it's hard for you, Mr. Canon. I'll miss you too… a-and, goodbye…" Pearl whimpers as a lone tear rolls down her cheek and onto the tinman, prompting him to gently push her away.

"Hey now, watch those tears. None of us want to see me frozen like a statue again." Canon blithely remarks as he playfully ruffles the small spirit medium's hair.

Pearl then proceeds to approach Tiger, who has tears welling up in his eyes, and gives him a hug. "Goodbye, Tiger. I'll miss the way you'd get all nervous and faint before you found your courage."

"W-Well, I never woulda found it if it weren't for you. If youse eva return to Groz, I'll give youse a reduced loan. I-I Waaaaaaah!" Tiger bursts into tears. Why does dis have to be so haa-aaa-aaaard!" The orange feline wails at the top of his lungs as he uses his tail to wipe away his tears.

Last, but not least, Pearl turns to Scruffy Scarecrow and gives him a hug. "I think that I'll miss you most of all." Pearl proclaims in a shaky voice, which causes Canon and Tiger to replace their sadness with disdain.

"Hold it!" Canon yells as he points an angry finger at his little friend. "I pour my heart out to you and this is the thanks I get!? I can understand you missing Tiger less!"

"Hey!" Tiger responds in a tone of hurt.

"Oh please, you and I both know that you truly didn't do that much, Tiger- but ME!? I'm guy who had not only allowed himself to be used a battering ram to save you, but who almost lost his life! What in Groz did that worthless sack of straw do to warrant the honor of being missed most of all?" Canon huffs.

Pearl takes Shoe out of Glinda's hands and starts stroking him. "Well, when I first met him, Scruffy Scarecrow sang me a song about what he'd do if he had a brain."

"A song!? Tiger and I were outranked by a mere show tune!?" Canon lividly states as he clenches his fist, spurring Scruffy Scarecrow to start singing the song that he sang for Pearl when they first met.

I could think through the minutes, brainstorming in some tin huts,

Pondering nature's grace.

And my noggin I'd be rubbin'-

"Shut up!" Canon barks, immediately silencing the scarecrow.

"Well, he made a good first impression, whereas you just made us sad with your backstory and Tiger tried to kill us." Pearl justifies, though it doesn't seem to have done anything if Canon and Tiger's angry expressions are of any indication.

"Oh, would you look at the time. I have to get back home. There is no place like home…!" Pearl clicks her heals together.

"Hold it!" Canon shouts. "We're not done here."

"There is no place like home..!" Pearl clicks her heals together again.

"Pearl Fey! I order you to stop clicking your heals together this instant so that we can resolve this issue like-"

"There is no place like home!" Pearl clicks her heels together a third time, causing her body to slowly disappear in a flurry of yellow sparkles.

"Pearl, you get back her." Canon commands. "Pearl. Pearl! Pearl!"

As Pearl vanishes, she finds herself and Shoe floating in a world of utter darkness, with no sights or sounds with the exception of Canon constantly repeating her name, which is strangely getting louder each time.

As Pearl regains her vision, she finds herself back in Phoenix's office, where Edgeworth is gently shaking her, a look of worry on his face as he calls out her name, while Gumshoe, who's wearing his normal goofy grin, stands next to him.

"Mr. Edgeworth, I think she's waking up!" Gumshoe excitedly proclaims.

Edgeworth breathes a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're alright, Pearl!" Edgeworth squeezes the young girl in an uncharacteristically bear hug.

"Mr. Canon..? Scruffy Scarecrow…?" Pearl wearily asks as she rubs her head, which has a large purple welt on it from where the trashcan hit her earlier.

"'Canon?' Pearl, it's me, Prosecutor Edgeworth, and Detective Gumshoe." Edgeworth states in a concerned tone as he points to Gumshoe.

"Well, she was half right about me, sir!" Gumshoe chuckles.

"The poor girl's delirious, no doubt from that trashcan hitting her in the head."

"No, Mr. Eh-ji-worth! I just got back from the land of Groz, where I went through so much with my friends to get back here. There was Scruffy Scarecrow, a brainless scarecrow who was exactly like Scruffy Detective, only he didn't have a brain…"

With Gumshoe, that last part is debatable. Edgeworth thinks to himself.

"There was also Tiger, but he didn't do all that much. And lastly, there was Mr. Canon, a cold, heartless tinman prosecutor who would constantly get into arguments with Scruffy Scarecrow." Pearl states.

I.e. Mr. Edgeworth. I'm afraid to think about how many times Canon cut Scruffy Scarecrow's pay? Gumshoe thinks to himself as he lets out a morose sigh.

"Good, it was just a dream. And here I thought that you were suffering from a head injury; but we can't be careless. I'll call your guardians, who are worried sick about you, take you over to them, and then we can head over to the hospital to get you examined, okay?" Edgeworth asks as he pats Pearl on the head.

Pearl shakes her head. "But Mr. Eh-ji-worth, it wasn't a dream and I can prove it! See the Boron Booties that-" Pearl stops upon noticing that the Boron Booties have been replaced with her normal sandals.

"Riiight…" Edgeworth states with disbelief before dialing Phoenix's cellphone number and, after a few seconds of waiting, being greeted by Phoenix's 'hello'.

"Wright, Gumshoe and I found Pearl. She was in your office… Is she alright? Well, from the look of things, a trashcan broke through your window during the storm and hit Pearl on the head, rendering her unconscious until we arrived… Yes, she's still breathing… Yes, I am aware that you told Maya that she wasn't at Big Willy's. Speaking of Maya, can you give her the phone? I wish to talk to her…"

"Hiya, Edgeworth!" Maya chirps with a mouth full of food.

"Don't you 'Hiya' me, Maya!" Edgeworth sternly states. "You are 19 years-old AND Pearl's guardian. What kind of example are you setting for her by going out for burgers, if your chewing is of any indication, instead of searching for her? And before you start unfairly blaming Wright, knowing you, you disregarded Pearl's wellbeing the second that she ran away in favor of keeping Wright as your captive hostage and watching the 'Nickle Samurai' marathon; only to start searching for her when the marathon ended on account of the tornado warning for our area."

"But-" Maya tries to retort , only to be blocked out by the unstoppable force that is Edgeworth's sense of justice.

"No buts, Maya. Pearl was hit in the head by a trashcan, resulting in a nasty welt. You're lucky that she wasn't killed! You're not some child anymore, Maya; you're a young adult who has to take more responsibility in her cousin's wellbeing. And while we're on the topic of wellbeing, I noticed at the party following the whole Engarde fiasco that you were explicitly forbidding Pearl from eating even a single vegetable. I know that from Wright's accounts that you think that they are 'icky', but if Pearl wants to eat them, then let her. Not only are vegetables necessary for healthy growing patterns, which Pearl is on the low side, and a healthy complexion, but they also allow for one to maintain a healthy colon and to keep regular. Do you wish for Pearl to become constipated? And speaking of health, I've heard from Wright that you have been keeping Pearl up past 11 o'clock at night, an unhealthy bedtime for a girl of her age. Medical professionals say that children at that age should be in bed no later than nine p.m. Why, when I was living in the von Karma household, von Karma would have us in bed by 8 and would not spare us the rod if we did not comply. Now, I'm not saying that my former mentor's ways are the best- far from it- but they do have some merit, considering how both Franziska and I became successful prosecutors at such young ages. Yes, discipline and the encouragement of the pursuit of knowledge are the keys to proper childrearing. Speaking of which, I've noticed how Pearl struggles with the pronunciation of words and, from what Wright has told me, modern society in general. Now, I know that she was raised in your simple village in the boonies that probably has no running water, thinks that the Earth is flat, and that the universe is geocentric, and as such has received all the knowledge of a rock, but that is no excuse considering that she is your charge and you basically live in LA, mooching off of Wright's resources like a leach. So I would highly suggest getting her into a good elementary school, posthaste! Or, and this is a big 'or', if Pearl desires to go into law, I can pull a few strings and get her into Themis Legal Academy, the most prestigious K-12 boarding school in the nation when it comes to legal studies, where Pearl will not only receive a proper primary education, but also give her the knowledge to become a lawyer, prosecutor, or even a judge by the age of 18. Not to mention, at Themis, she would be taught the aspects of law that Wright and I cherish the most: finding the truth and stopping corruption from a staff of teachers who are the epitome of honesty. Oh, and while we're at it, we can also start preparing Pearl's resume. I can come over tomorrow and…"

At this point, Maya has since put the phone on the table, gone to the restroom, gotten into the line at the cash register, which was all the way back to the door, ordered 20 milkshakes, all paid for with Phoenix's credit card, and consumed each and every one of said milkshakes while Edgeworth is still going strong with his lecture- a rant that the Demon Prosecutor continues for another 20 minutes before establishing that he and Gumshoe would bring Pearl over to meet her and Phoenix at Big Willy's.

Edgeworth and Gumshoe then proceed to drive Pearl over to the nearby Big Willy's in the prosecutor's bright red sports car; where upon arrival, they see Phoenix, who is whimpering as he reads the receipt for his assistant's feast, and Maya, who is devouring yet another burger, standing outside the restaurant.

"PEARLY!" Maya squeals as she sees her little cousin with Edgeworth and Gumshoe.

"MYSTIC MAYA!" Pearl jovially responds as she runs over to Maya and leaps into her arms.

Phoenix breathes a sigh of relief. "Edgeworth, you don't know how grateful I am for you finding Pearl."

"Well, I did kind of owe you for defending me last year. Plus, if Maya's rather-whinny screams of 'No, Nick! I don't wanna lecture!' meant what I thought they meant, this was a situation that needed my attention." Edgeworth grins at Maya. "Speaking of which, Maya, I hope that you took my advice earlier to heart."

Maya nods. "Yup! Sure did!"

"Then you agree with my point towards the end where I'll buy Gumshoe a moon bounce for his birthday?"

"Uhh…Yeah, you should totally do that!" The perky spirit medium chirps.

"Objection!" Edgeworth yells, a sneer forming on his face reminiscent to that of a cat that has just cornered a mouse, as he points at Maya. "I never once promised to get Gumshoe a moon bounce. Moon bounces are rewarded only to detectives who can properly do their jobs!"

"No!" Maya screams, recoiling back in the same manner as a witness that Phoenix would see in court.

"Aww…" Gumshoe moans as he slumps his shoulders in defeat.

The maroon-clad prosecutor slams his palm against his leg to emphasize his point. "Ergo, Ms. Fey, it's as clear as the cravat tucked into my shirt that you were, in fact, NOT listening to my advice. As such, it appears that I must repeat it to you once more… in person!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Maya screeches, flailing her arms in the air like she's having a seizure, before latching onto Phoenix's chest like a cat that's about to be thrown into a bathtub. "Help me, Nick!" The petite medium wails. "I don't wanna hear a lecture! It'll be boriiiiiiing!"

"Help me get back the five grand that you spent on burgers today and then we'll talk, Maya…" Phoenix curtly responds as he tries in vain to pry his spry, gluttonous assistant off of him. "Will you please let go of me, Maya? I may have risked everything to save you from de Killer, but even I'm not willing to get drawn into one of Edgeworth's spiels that makes time stand still."

Edgeworth noisily clears his throat. "Excuse me, but you do realize that I am standing right here?"

Suddenly, Phoenix yelps as a sharp, burning pain rushes through his back, making the ace attorney feel as if he was just shot; though upon struggling to turn around, notices Pearl standing right behind him, her fist primed to slap, glaring at him with fiery anger in those big, grey eyes of hers.

"How dare you, Mr. Nick!? Mystic Maya is your special someone who you are willing to do anything for- even enduring Mr. Ed-ji-worth's talks that no one would wish on their worst enemies!"

How shall I use my newfound powers of invisibility? To fight for truth and justice, or to sneak over to my car unnoticed and plow them all down! Edgeworth ponders, letting out an agitated sigh to signify his seething rage. "As much as I love to be ignored, which I most certainly don't, I will not have this lecture postponed any longer, or my name isn't-"

"MILES EDGEWORTH!"

The group direct their attention to the yelling, which is from Franziska, who is soaking wet and glaring daggers at them, as she pedals towards them on her niece's small, pink, flowery bike before throwing the basket that she has with her at her 'little' brother, which smacks him square in the face.

"Ah, Franziska, as subtle as-" Edgeworth snidely remarks before he is interrupted by Franziska getting off the bike and throwing it at him, knocking him onto the ground like a scene straight out of a cartoon. "Gumshoe, help me!" Edgeworth pleads as he struggles to get the bike made for young girls off of him.

"Don't worry, sir! I'm on- Yowch!" Gumshoe yelps as Franziska whips his right shoulder.

"You will not help him, Scruffy! If I had to suffer with that foolish bike, then so will my foolishly foolish little brother who has foolishly betrayed me along with you!" Franziska whips Gumshoe again.

"Franziska, why were you riding a little girl's bike? Did you never get around to getting your license?" Phoenix asked before getting whipped by the angry teenage prosecutor.

"What a foolishly foolish question coming from a foolishly foolish fool like yourself, Phoenix Wright! Of course I got my license- perfectly, might I add." Franziska growls. "The reason why I am stuck riding on some foolish children's bike like a fool of your caliber is because my car broke down this morning, and when I called both Scruffy and Miles Edgeworth to provide me assistance, they refused on the premise that they were busy with a case!

Franziska glares down at Edgeworth. "So is this the 'big case' that you were swamped with, Miles Edgeworth!? Foolishly gallivanting around with Phoenix Wright and his band of fools!"

"No, that's not it, we…" Edgeworth hears a faint creaking sound coming above Franziska, which upon looking up, notices its source: the Big Willy's sign, which consists of a large, husky boy with raven-colored hair, wearing a white shirt underneath red overalls, and is holding a giant metal burger with 'Big Willy's' written on it in big yellow letters, which was apparently weakened by the tornado because said burger is starting to rock back and forth.

"Franziska! Get out of the way! NOW!" Edgeworth yells to his adoptive sister, whose only response is to whip him again.

"Don't think that you can foolishly pull the wool over my eyes like some foolish child, Miles Edgeworth! I see how it is- whenever I, your big sister, needs your help, you couldn't care less, but when it's that foolish fool Phoenix Wright, you can't drop whatever you're doing fast enough…! Just like when you disappeared…!" Franziska snarls, obviously hurt and trying her best to hold back her tears, but is too prideful to let it show.

Edgeworth shakes his head. "Listen to me, Franziska; you have to move right now! The Big Willy's sign-" Edgeworth tries to warn his adoptive sister of the danger she doesn't realize that she is in, only to be treated to another lash of her whip.

"Save your breath, Miles Edgeworth, I'll get my proper revenge on you later…" Franziska flashes a fierce glare at Pearl. "After I accomplish what I came here for: destroying that foolish little girl's foolish cat that not only destroyed my precious fern, but escaped from my basket and made the long bike ride to the animal shelter, where I had to brave that horrid tornado, all for naught! So hand over that foolish cat, Pearl Fey, or watch as Phoenix Wright suffers for your lack of cooperation!" Franziska demands as she whips Phoenix to prove her point.

"Stop hurting Mr. Nick, you big bully!" Pearl clenches her fist.

"Then tell me where that foolish cat is!" the female prosecutor whips Pearl's father figure harder, causing him to grunt in pain.

"Even if I wanted to give shoe to a mean, nasty woman like you, I couldn't. I left him back at Mr. Nick's office; so please stop being mean to Mr. Nick." Pearl begs as tears well up in her eyes.

Franziska sneers at the weepy child before her. "There, that wasn't so hard now, was it? But before I take my leave…" Franziska flashes Phoenix and Gumshoe a sinister stare before cracking her whip, causing the two men to flinch. "I'm going to give you two a little parting present…"

However, before Franziska can unleash a barrage of lashes unto the attorney and detective, an especially strong gust of wind blows at her back, causing the large burger in Big Willy's hand to come unhinged and fall on top of Franziska with a large bang; leaving only her two wriggling legs exposed.

"FRANZISKAAAAAAAAAA!" Edgeworth screams at the top of his lungs as he tries once again to free himself from the little pink bike's weight, but to no avail. "Seriously, can someone please get this bike off me?"

Gumshoe easily lifts the bike off of Edgeworth and throws it off to the side, allowing the Demon Prosecutor to get back up on his feet, before he, the maroon-cladded man, and Phoenix rush over to Franziska and try to get the large metal burger off of her.

"Maya, call 911 while we try to help Franziska!" Edgeworth orders, which Maya quickly complies with by pulling out her cellphone and calling said number.

To everyone else there, this was merely an unfortunate accident that could have happened to anyone, but Pearl knows differently- for when the gust of wind that toppled the burger blew through the area, the young spirit medium heard a whisper that was in Maya's voice, a whisper that unmistakably said "Burger!"

THE END


A/N: Hey guys, I hope that you enjoyed the ending to Wizard of Groz as much as I enjoyed writing it. Next chapter's the bonus ending, so if you're interested, read what happens if things were to go a little differently for Pearl when she tried to use the Boron Booties.