AN: Back for some more fun!

Jack54311: Poor Miles, indeed! And I'm sure it'll only get worse for him hehe. But it also means his revenge will be sweet...

JordanPhoenix: Thanks as always for reading! Omg that was a great parody lol. Like pretty much all of Weird Al's stuff. I love Total Eclipse, but the video has always been a wtf fest haha. I don't know if you've ever heard of literal videos, but if you haven't you should check them out because they do a good job of making fun of bizarre videos including that one. Well stay tuned to find out what new craziness awaits muahaha...

Annoying Guest: But you read anyway lol. That was the hope when I wrote that first chapter haha.

The ride continued on. Luckily, and it was a small stroke of luck for Miles, the station decided to play music from time to time that wasn't reminiscent of a bunch of intoxicated morons at a bar.

He was more an easy listener type of a guy and because of that he didn't mind when he was rescued by the onslaught over the top singing when "Everywhere" by Michelle Branch came on.

People could say whatever they wanted about his like of pop music, but it mattered little to him.

It was a polished a production, her voice was light and airy which lended itself well to just about any type of instrumental backing. He even liked it when she did that one song with Santana and he wasn't even into rock music much.

But make no mistake. Miles Edgeworth couldn't stand particular artists under the pop label. Keep anything One Direction, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Shawn Mendes away from him at all costs.

The next song came on and yet again, he was relieved once he heard a gentler sound.

I'm hurting, baby, I'm broken down
I need your loving, loving
I need it now
When I'm without you
I'm something weak
You got me begging, begging
I'm on my knees

I don't wanna be needing your love
I just wanna be deep in your love
And it's killing me when you're away, ooh, baby,
'Cause I really don't care where you are
I just wanna be there where you are
And I gotta get one little taste

Your sugar
Yes, please
Won't you come and put it down on me?
I'm right here, 'cause I need
Little love, a little sympathy
Yeah, you show me good loving
Make it alright
Need a little sweetness in my life
Your sugar
Yes, please
Won't you come and put it down on me?

Ah, Maroon 5. He had mixed feelings about them now, considering so many of their songs were just becoming like everyone else's. But every now and then he didn't mind some of their stuff. Though, he would sometimes, though it was more often than not if we were being realistic, like to think of himself beyond tastes of the masses, he agreed that the music company had sucked their souls out after their first commercial success. That album had a unique sound. Yet over time that special sound was lost the same old garbage that is a part of 40 songs now. It should have been expected, considering what companies do to their artists in order to keep trending.

Regardless, he hummed the parts to himself, tapping a foot in time with the rhythm of the song as it continued.

Lyn noticed how Miles' demeanor had changed slightly whenever certain songs would come on the radio. He seemed to relax more, even in this car he thought to be disgusting, trapped with Gumshoe on some mystery trip on a early Saturday morning. She couldn't help but watch the prosecutor intently as a result.

"What?" He asked with a slight flush, noticing her scrutiny of his person. "It's one of their good songs."

"I didn't say it wasn't," Lyn grinned. "I just didn't know you were such a romantic, Miles."

"I just like the sound, I don't really pay attention to the lyrics."

But Lyn knew that a person's taste in music could reveal a lot of their personality. And as it turned out, mister big and strong was a lot more sensitive than he let on. For all the songs he favored, were of a calmer gentler variety. She was surprised, for that she thought most of the stuff he liked he would have called dribble. She thought that for the von Karma upbringing he would have liked, something like classical being all uptight.

He had feared judgement from her, but she was more curious than anything else.

"Oh, that's too bad," she grinned. "I think it's sweet."

His eyes widened if only for a second before he grumbled something incoherent, turning away from her to stare out of the window instead. Lyn could only shake her head. Because he was so self contained she wouldn't have guessed. But it was part of the fun of being around him in the end, that there were so many thing she didn't know about him and continued to learn regularly.

He continued to muse on about the history of American pop music quietly to himself as some bland songs played in the background against the chatter of Gumshoe, Maggey, and Lyn. For some time he felt like he had found some kind of peace in this trip to destination somewhere...but not for long. He was ripped from his mental cavern into the awful reality of this car ride from hell as soon as he heard:

Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere

"Ah!" said Maggey. "Let's hear it!"

Gumshoe complied excitedly as he turned the knob of the radio up loud, so loud one could feel the bass reverberating through the car. Lyn jolted upright in her seat, eyes glistening in jubilation. Together all three of them, went to town...

Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on, and on, and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night...

It would be too good to be true to only listen to the classic recording without a bunch of idiots screaming along with it out of key, but fate was unkind to Miles. He wanted to like this song. Truly, he did. But- this was the song everyone HAD to decimate. Whether they were drunk, sober, obnoxious usually or well tempered...no matter who it was, this song just turned people into animals. Untamable beasts.

Of course, Gumshoe, Maggey, and Lyn were oblivious to his irritation, or perhaps Lyn wasn't, but was rather basking in glory of having fun AND annoying Miles at the same time.

Damn you, Journey, Miles thought sourly.

They all continued in a mix of wailing, yelling, and screeching in a boorish manner that was like listening to nails on a chalkboard. Miles sunk into his seat and covered his ears, once again in a feeble hope to drown it all out.

...Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight people

With time, they tired out after the last chorus began to fade out. "Don't Stop Believin"? Miles had already stopped believing that this day would be anything remotely enjoyable for him. His ears were already pained and he still had no idea where they were going. He wondered what the Steel Samurai would have done in a moment like this, and determined his hero probably would have endured honorably as much as he liked to believe he would have attacked them with his powerful Samurai spear.

Luckily, the drive only continued on for about 5 more minutes. They had pulled off of the freeway, down a street, and into a massive parking lot swimming with insane amounts of vehicles. However, it didn't take Gumshoe too long to grab a spot as there were many available though, not as close to the entrance, as Miles struggled to make out from his seat in the car.

Wherever this was, this seemed to be what Gumshoe had wanted. While, Miles had a momentary burst of excitement, happy that this trip was finally over, it quickly faded as he spotted the giant sign for the entrance to whatever this place was.

"We're here, folks!" said Gumshoe.

"...Wild West World?" the demon prosecutor asked, staring at the old fashioned looking wooden plank with the lettering etched into it. "What on earth is this?"

"Huh? How could you not know, sir? It's the hottest new theme park around!" exclaimed the detective as he finished parking. "As much as I like Gatewater Land, they're a bit pricy... and its nowhere near as magical as Wild West World!"

"So, it's a western themed amusement park?" Lyn asked.

"That's right!" nodded Maggey. "It looks like a lot of fun! I hear you can ride actual horses and ponies!"

"Oh, uh, I bet it's tons of fun!" lied Lyn through her teeth. She did her best to muster some kind of enthusiasm for this place since it seemed Gumshoe and Maggey were hyped. However, she'd much rather be going to Gatewater Land to be honest. A western themed park didn't make her light up on the inside. Perhaps, if the park were ninja themed or something it would. In fact, she was certain there was a Steel Samurai theme park in the process of being built, but unfortunately it wasn't ready yet. If it was, she'd more willingly attend that, than...this.

Miles felt no different. He felt duped. He gave up his Saturday morning and probably day to attend some theme park. Not a regular theme park, but a western? Lords help him. He wasn't much of a fan of amusement parks in general and was rather annoyed by them after the whole kidnapping and ransom debacle at the Gatewater Land. But what on earth would they do there? Would they shoot each other with guns for entertainment? As far as he knew that's what life back then was, if the television program, "The Rifleman" could be trusted.

Also, hottest new theme park? Miles hadn't heard anything about it or seen anything in the papers or news stories. Looking at the size of the parking lot, half filled, Miles assumed that this wasn't as big and hot as Gumshoe would have him believe. This place just looking at the sign made him feel like Gumshoe had led them all astray into a bootleg, hole in the wall establishment.

"Well, don't just sit around all day like bumps on logs!" barked Gumshoe as he jumped out of the car, grabbing the bag of food Lyn had gave him. Maggey did likewise.

The demon prosecutor shot a glare at Lyn, so piercing she might as well had been skewered with a spear. Lyn was unphased by the looking, rather accepting of it. She was starting to blame herself for falling for Gumshoe's innocent charm...

"Tomorrow."

Lyn knew she was going to be in some deep shit tomorrow. But tomorrow wasn't here yet.

"Let's figure out how we'll survive today, first," Lyn deflected. She frowned as she unbuckled her belt, wiping the mystery substance from the buckle she felt once more on the weathered interior of the car.

Miles followed suit and undid his belt. "I suppose we could decrease the amount of suffering between us."

"Really?" she asked feeling a wave of relief. "Please, let's not make this any worse than need be."

"But again, it's just a temporary truce. We wouldn't be here if not for you anyway," he said as he opened the car door, stepping out.

Someone knows how to hold a grudge, she thought as she slid out of the car and into the bright sunlight.

Gumshoe locked the car, after the deadpan snarker and court jester left the vehicle. Though, anyone would want to steal this car would be criminally insane, thought Miles.

"You two move too slow!" he stomped.

"Well, it's probably because they're only lawyers," Maggey teased.

"Ha!" the detective laughed. "They don't have all the same physical stamina as us cops."

"I'm right here, you know," Miles said tapping a finger on a folded arm. "And I bet, I could beat you in a race."

"Then let's do it, right here and now, Mr. Edgeworth!" Gumshoe beamed. He quickly shoved the food items into Maggey's arms. "Let's race up until the entrance. Whoever, crosses it first wins!"

There was a brief hesitation from the prosecutor, but he felt he had already reached a point of no return. He might as well. "...Hmph, fine by me. It should be easy enough," scoffed Miles.

Oh no. The competitive side of Miles was coming out amidst the irritation. Lyn knew that this might not be a good mix.

"On the count of 3! 1...2...3!"

The two men, or man children, took off, both sprinting away towards the entrance from the decent sized parking lot at full speed. One part of Lyn couldn't believe Miles was racing with Gumshoe, while the other part totally believed it. Either way, she affirmed that it was a ridiculous sight. Maggey looked on, cheering for Gumshoe the whole time.

"Woo! Go Gummy!"

Lyn didn't care who won, and refused to root for Miles because it would amuse her to see him lose.

"Yeah! You can do it, detective!" Lyn laughed, stirring the pot. She knew that Miles hated when she sided with other people opposed to him.

Maggey cocked her head at the woman. "Huh? Is this part of your game?"

"...Nope. I'm actually more annoyed with Miles. So, I hope Gumshoe wins," she said. It would be nice to see Gumshoe beat Edgeworth at something. Like, that would be incredible to see...even if it was as mundane or childish as a sprint to the finish line.

As soon as Lyn began cheering alongside Maggey for Gumshoe, Miles twitched in disbelief and irritation. How could she root for the man who caused their torture over him? It was silly, but the prosecutor felt betrayed. The rallying cries for the detective seemed to boost his spirits as he started to gain an edge over the prosecutor. Miles reacted by pushing himself harder so he could meet the detective's pace.

The pair were only a few feet away. They were neck and neck, until they ran under the entrance's sign, which ended in a tie.

"Ha...ha...well, not too bad, sir!" huffed Gumshoe as he doubled over.

Though it ended in a tie, Miles was dissatisfied. He wanted total victory in any competitive circumstance. "Hmph...I would perhaps say the same to you, though I would hope you'd be more in shape since you need to be able to give chase, detective."

Gumshoe awkwardly flushed in response. "Er, well...let's see the park entry fees!"

Before Miles could say a word, the detective trotted over closer to the ticketing booth, where a line of about 30 to 40 people had formed. He smirked, satisfied to have picked on the larger man to some degree.

"So who won?" asked Lyn approaching him with Maggey.

"It was a tie."

"Aw, that stinks. I wanted him to wipe the floor with you," she said in mock disappointment. "Maybe next time..."

"Yeah, there's always a next time!" said Maggey fired up.

He opted to ignore how they both were putting him down. It just meant that he'd have to win everything all day. Keeping the thought to himself, he directed everyone to the ticket line where Gumshoe was waiting. He figured it'd be best to get this...adventure started so it could be over as soon as possible.

They waited for about 15 minutes before they were midway through the line.

"I wish it were faster," complained Lyn folding her arms.

"Me too! I'm starting to get hungry," Gumshoe agreed.

"Oh? Then why don't you have the meal I brought you?" Lyn suggested all too innocently. This would be the perfect moment.

"That's food? Sweet! Thanks so much, Ms. Doom!" he beamed as he asked Maggey to give him the bag. Without any hesitation, Gumshoe tore open the bag and took out the McDonald's box and Pepsi.

Miles watched as Lyn eyed Gumshoe, waiting for the payoff. She looked like an evil mastermind waiting to see the hero get blown to bits from an evil surprise. But the detective was too focused on his hunger to notice.

The man opened the box. His face which had been ecstatic, instantly drooped. "This...this isn't McDonald's," he frowned. "How could you give me..."

Lyn started giggling up a storm. Maggey and Miles quickly looked at the contents of the box. It revealed nothing more than some slightly browning lettuce and squishy looking cherry tomatoes. This looked like something that could have resembled a salad...if it was rotting.

What a cruel mistress, Miles thought, although this was in mild amusement. She really knew how to hit below the belt. If there was anything Gumshoe would get excited about, it was food. Especially food that was free.

"Aw, that's not nice, Lyn!" Maggey chastised. She gave Gumshoe an arm rub. "It's okay, we can get McDonald's later!"

"Really? Alright!" he rebounded just like a kid. "Nice try, Ms. Doom, but you can't hold me back so easily haha!"

"Oh no, seems my master plan has backfired. Whatever shall I do...?" she said blankly, though Miles saw the excitement burning in her eyes. There was something still to come.

"Admit defeat, from Dick Gumshoe," he grinned throwing the box back in the bag hastily. Miles noticed he hadn't disposed of the soda and that's where Lyn's eyes were lingering. "Nothing you do will stop me!"

Foolishly, the detective tempted fate by unscrewing the top to the soda. Brown sticky liquid exploded from the bottle like a volcano, not only splashing Gumshoe directly, but Maggey too.

"Ack!"

"HAHA! Well I got you! Nothing can stop Pepsi and Mentos," the troll laughed.

"I'm soaking wet! AND sticky!" Angrily, Maggey punched Lyn in the arm.

That didn't deter her from laughing, although she winced in pain. Lyn guessed the roller derby stuff Maggey did made her stronger. Or maybe it was just Maggey's rage. It was hard to tell.

"Ah, the looks on your faces were priceless," she said rubbing her probably bruised arm.

"I'm sorry on her behalf," said Miles. "She likes to create messes, but she'll be getting her proper punishment for everything tomorrow," he assured Maggey.

Lyn started to sulk at those words. Way to ruin the mood, she thought. It was just a harmless joke. She'd be splashed with soda before by friends and even tricked into eating cat food once. Surely a little liquid wouldn't be the end of the world.

"I hope so," Maggey said calmed down, but still rather annoyed.

"Well, ya got me in the end, I guess," said Gumshoe scratching the back of his head. "Haven't stained anything this bad since I dropped my Chinese food all over my lap."

Perhaps, Miles thought, he should invest in getting the detective a set of handkerchiefs...or some bibs. "Since these shenanigans are out of the way, the line is moving."

Indeed it was. The line was dwindling down, moving onwards a bit faster than anticipated. The sticky couple moved ahead first, while the mostly unscathed couple walked behind them.

"So what did you think?" the girl asked quietly. "Impressed?"

Miles rolled his eyes. "Yes, quite impressed that you resorted to a childish move on your part."

"Childish?" she pouted, unhappy at that wording. "Mentos in soda is a CLASSIC!"

"...Right."

Though, he wouldn't admit it to her face, he did find it a nice change of pace that someone else was the victim in her prank schemes. It was a nice bonus that it was Gumshoe for in a way, it was payback for this and all of the other stupid situations the detective dragged him into.

"Hmph," Lyn said as she adjusted her glasses. "Fine. I guess I'll find someone who has a real sense of humor instead."

The demon prosecutor would have told her not in a million years, but they found themselves only a few people behind the ticket counter. Not too long after Gumshoe and Maggey got their tickets and waited for the two of them beyond the entry gate.

Inside the booth behind the glass was a pale teen, wearing a cowboy hat, a fake mustache, a long white shirt, and a brown vest. Miles and Lyn stepped up to the booth together. The boy, unenthused he began the procedure. "Welcome to Wild West World. A world of excitement, adventure, shoot em ups, and blow em downs! Tickets for two?"

"Yes," said Miles as he took out his debit card.

The boy typed quickly on the register which read: 1 adult and 1 child pass, priced $62.

"H-huh? Wait a second-"

Miles smirked, doing his best to not openly laugh, as he covered Lyn's mouth. He knew Lyn looked rather young, but he didn't think it was enough to pass for a child. Perhaps it was her height? A lot kids, were already 5'3 at 9 years old. His troublemaker clearly never surpassed that, remaining short into adulthood. But he supposed it didn't matter. She did act like a child, so it was only fitting. And more fitting that he didn't pay the full 80 bucks to enter this sham of a park.

"Hm? There a problem?" he asked lazily.

"No, not at all," Miles said removing his hands. He reached into his pocket for his wallet. "She...just gets over excited at these theme parks. I didn't want her to yell in your ears."

Lyn forcefully stomped on Miles' foot. How could she be mistaken for a kid at this point?! She had boobs now! Swinging hips! ...Or at least she thought she did.

Miles didn't react, though he felt her foot on top of his. The teen in the booth shrugged thinking little of the display. "Ah, okay. That'll be $62."

The prosecutor passed him his card and the transaction went through smoothly. The teen returned his card and handed him a receipt.

"Have a good time at the park, squirt," the teen said looking at Lyn.

Lyn responded with a mock smile, before rolling her eyes as she walked away. Miles once safely out of the range of the ticket booth and past the entry gates started laughing aloud.

"Shut up..." she muttered. "How could you be so mean?!"

"It's okay, 'squirt'," he smirked. "We only used your childish ways to our advantage."

Before she could retort, Gumshoe and Maggey found the pair and asked where they should go first. Looking around, at least from the entrance, it appeared this place was trying it's hardest to look like a western flick. The sun was shining down, the dirt ground as tumbleweeds rolled in the light breeze. There were some cacti planted along with some vulture dolls and skulls nearby. The buildings or rides, looked like a little town. There was one clearly labeled saloon, where Miles assumed was the location people grabbed food.

"Well, if you said you were hungry, why don't we venture into the saloon?" the prosecutor asked.

"Yeehaw!" said Maggey, with a grin. Well, at least someone here was excited, Miles thought. "Let's go!"

Gumshoe, happy at the notion of a real meal, took Maggey by the hand as they walked to their destination. Lyn smiled to herself. They did look really cute together. If anyone could handle a dork like Gumshoe and a bad luck queen like Maggey...yeah. It seemed like they had found their perfect matches.

Miles and Lyn followed behind the pair a few feet away at their own pace. The girl kept looking at Miles' hand, wondering if she should try to grab it. They hadn't really held hands as a couple before. Would it be too soon to try it? It seemed weird to her that she was kinda nervous about it, for Miles was either a yes or no type of guy. He'd either go for it or tell her no, point blank. Gulping, she slowly inched over to him as they walked, closing the distance as her smaller hand reached for his.

"Hm?" he felt the soft and small hand take hold of his own.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him in the eye. "Um, is that okay...?"

Miles honestly wasn't a huge fan of PDA. He would tolerate it in small doses, when he was in open to it. He cared little for what others did, as it was their personal choice, but sometimes the public displays would make him ill. It just reeked of disgusting sugary sweethearts and this...exhibitionist desire to be seen by the entire world. He wasn't comfortable with such pompous behavior. He was very private. And he believed that such things should be done in private without prying eyes. It was more intimate that way, after all.

Honestly, besides a couple of weeks ago when he had to take Lyn by the hand after she so boldly asked to spend the night at his place, he hadn't held anyone's hand in ages. Not since childhood.

Miles had every right to say no, considering how she had gotten them in this to begin with, but seeing how nervous she was at the action, he decided to not be so harsh. He would just save it for later.

The demon prosecutor nodded and held her hand a bit tighter without saying a word. Lyn seemed to relax, grateful that she didn't bother him and make a fool of herself. In a couple of minutes they pushed through the swinging doors of the saloon.

Inside, the saloon was quite spacious. There were many hungry patrons already inside eating on these circular tables with chairs designed to look like barrels or at the bar. The place was almost a hundred percent wooden, minus the light fixtures and sounds of the radio, playing some western tunes. Even though it was bright as the dickens outside, inside the saloon was dimly lit. A person couldn't see really see the numerous amount of pictures they had plastered all over the walls and pillars with ease. However, anyone could see the absurd amount of deer head mantle pieces hanging everywhere...as well as the shotgun over the bar. Miles shook his head at the interior design. The place was tacky and cluttered to boot.

Up by the bar, the menu was up on the board. And what a menu. It only offered a few things: cheeseburger, pizza, elk steak, molasses soda, s'mores in a can, and...baked beans? What in God's name was this, Miles thought to himself. He knew amusement parks offered terrible artery clogging food, but he found it weird that they were trying to...spice up this selection? Yes, it was a western theme, but why not either stick to standard amusement park food or a specialized theme?

Honestly, nothing was appealing to him in the slightest. He looked around the establishment, glancing at what people were eating. The prosecutor winced, looking at the amount of burgers and pizzas on tables that were swimming in a grease sea. If only Gordon Ramsay could be sent to places like this...

Before Miles could further get lost in his own mind, Gumshoe insisted they sit at the barrel chairs at the round tables on the floor. The place wasn't a formal restaurant (thank God), so they could sit wherever they pleased.

"Wahoo!" as he managed to not only fit himself on the chair, but also spin it around. "These chairs are awesome! They're sorta like the ones I designed when I was a kid."

"Yeah? Why don't you start a business inventing things?" Lyn asked, rocking her seat back and forth. But not for long as she kept bumping into Miles, and he gave her the look of a mother who was about to decimate her kids.

"I've told you, you should try it," said Maggey. "You'd never have to worry about your salary being cut again!"

It was ironic to Miles how Gumshoe often had seemed foolish, but could somehow wrack his brains together to create things like that homemade metal detector.

"Naw, it's just a hobby! My real job is being a detective," he grinned.

If there was any further conversation, Miles wasn't listening it as he debated what horrible meal item he was getting. Unlike Lyn and the other people at the table, he was not a huge fan of trash food. Even if he was, the amounts of grease he saw was sickening. It gave him high cholesterol just looking it. Plus, he refused to stain his clothes. Grease was impossible to get out. Which left him with two other abysmal options...

The waitress appeared before them, in an outfit just as cheesy as the decor of the establishment. Her blond hair was tied into two long braids as she wore a brown cowboy hat. The orange tartan shirt showed off her midriff. She reached into the pocket of her jean short shorts, to pull out her notepad and pen.

"Hiya, folks. How ya'll doing today? Name's Max," she said with a fake southern drawl. "What can I get for ya'll today?"

Gumshoe instantly perked up. "We," he started looking at Maggey. "are getting two cheeseburgers."

"I want pizza!" Lyn said excitedly. To her, you could never ever go wrong with pizza. Even the worst pizza, was still pizza. Miles rolled his eyes, typical Lyn.

"And for you, sire?" the waitress turned to him.

Damn. He tapped his finger on his folded arms. His two options were either the elk steak...or the baked beans. He wouldn't dare get something like elk at an amusement park. The prosecutor sighed to himself in defeat. "I guess, I'll be getting the baked beans."

Max nodded, as she jotted his order down. "I'll be back in a jiffy!"

She skipped off, allowing everyone to hear the jingles and clanks of her ugly cowboy boots hitting the floor.

Lyn smirked at Miles. "Dude, why'd you get baked beans?"

"Because there was nothing else off of this...fascinating menu I'd dare taint my palette with."

She shook her head laughing. He was such a prissy snob sometimes. "Alright, just don't fart on me when you're done."

Under the table, Miles pinched the underside of her exposed leg. She was quite lucky he wasn't doing anything worse to her than that.

"Ow!"

"Ha, what are you talking about? Mr. Edgeworth doesn't fart," said Gumshoe grinning. "He doesn't have time for that!"

The prosecutor turned a bright shade of pink in response. He glared at Lyn. "Even if I do, it's not as horrific as the time you cleared an entire room."

Ah, she should have known he'd bring that up. "Oof. I guess that's true..."

"You cleared an entire room?" asked Maggey, her mouth wide open. "What on earth did you eat to do that?"

"Two Taco Bell Chalupas...! I regret nothing minus the fact I couldn't reach the bathroom in time!"

Was the day over yet? Miles couldn't believe he was really here, listening to a conversation about body odors, in a mock saloon with a menu that includes baked beans for crying out loud. He thought of the many different ways he could spending his time, reading, studying, watching TV, even sleeping! And for the record, he'd never had that issue with baked beans despite the phrase. The prosecutor assumed it would be fine. And when he survived this travesty of a date, he'd go home and make himself real food.

When the food arrived, Miles wished he could of said it was a blessing, but it was far from. The only thing at the table that could be considered a God send was the water. The burgers looked like slabs of meat, dripping with grease all over the plates. The pizza was no better, expect for the fact that it had a lot of cheese...which was drowned in grease, falling apart. And his beans? He stared at them for the longest, simply amazed.

They sent him baked beans, in a can. Like, straight in a silver can with a spoon.

What was he? A hobo?!

But the others didn't seem to notice, happily eating their blood pressure rising food no problem. Grudgingly, he dug his spoon into the can of beans before shoving the food into his mouth...It wasn't bad. It tasted, like, well baked beans. As unclassy as it looked, at least it wasn't covering his clothes in greasy stains that would be impossible to remove.

In about 15 minutes everyone finished and paid. At last, Miles was glad to be out of that strange place and into the park. Not that he was enthused or anything, it just meant that the sooner they visited the attractions, the sooner they'd go home.

"Oh, let's go to the maze!" said Maggey.

"Alright," Gumshoe nodded.

Lyn shuffled her feet. She had a poor sense of direction. She would probably get lost in a maze for way longer than whatever the standard time would be. "You guys do that! Me and Miles will do something else in the mean time. I'm pretty bad at stuff like that."

"Yes, she'd be trapped in there for a day, I bet," the demon prosecutor remarked dryly.

"Haha, okay. Let's catch up a little later then," Gumshoe suggested. "This place isn't too big so it should be easy to find each other."

"Sounds like a plan," Lyn agreed.

The two of them headed north up in the direction of the maze, while Lyn and Miles stood around under the heat of the sun.

"Well, what now?" Miles impatiently tapped his finger on his arm.

"Um, I dunno. Wanna...do lassoing?" she shrugged. She looked at the brochures that came with the entry passes earlier and the activities were...mostly not her thing.

Before Miles could reply with a usual snarky comment, he stomach began to cramp. Uh oh. It could be that those beans were actually deadly after all. "Before that, I need a restroom."

He snatched the brochure from Lyn's hands, quickly following the map in the direction of the nearest restroom. Surprised by the suddenness of movement, Lyn followed along behind him as best as her far shorter legs could carry her.

In a few minutes, Miles came to a grinding halt, looking at the nearly vacant spot in front of him. He viewed the map once more. This had to be the place for the bathroom. And yet, all he saw was essentially a wooden stall, just sitting out here in the dirt.

"Looking for a place to do your business, buddy?" asked an attendant dressed in a poofy shirt, chaps, boots and a vest.

"Yes, this is the bathroom?"

"Naw, this is the outhouse, man," the man said as he walked off.

An...outhouse? This "theme park" couldn't be real. They were taking the replication part of the theme way too seriously! This was absurd! And yet, the demon prosecutor's stomach was stirring him to make the ultimate move...in a mixture of shame, disappointment, and feelings of betrayals he ran up to the outhouse and swung the door open.

Lyn watched the display in mild amusement and shock. There was no way in hell she was using the bathroom today. With nothing else to do, she walked up closer to the outhouse and waited around for Miles hoping he wouldn't take too long.

Despite his stomach attacking him from the inside out, Miles hesitated looking at the state of the conditions inside the outhouse. The toilet seats were built into the wooden panels, as though one were stepping onto a stage. There was a trash barrel and a roll of toilet paper that was hanging above. The stench in the heat was sour and rank. And toilet seats looked unsanitary...If they wanted an outhouse, they could have made a modern one? Just who built this place? Did they have a brain?

Feeling yet another part of himself dying, he quickly grabbed toilet paper to place on the unholy toilet seat covers to sit on before he exploded. This was probably worse than any portapotty in the world, and that was saying something.

Jeez, what was taking so long, Lyn thought. Did those beans really do him in? If so, he was in worse shape than she was at the mansion. At least, the mansion was definitely clean. She knew Miles must be freaking out. He was a neat freak to a t.

It wasn't until 25 minutes later, the door to the outhouse swung open. Miles emerged like a man who's been beaten badly in battle and needed to retreat. Lyn felt bad for him, but at the same time, she found the scene hilarious.

"H-hey, are you alright?" she said trying to hide her laughter at his expense.

Miles grumbled something incoherent. She covered her mouth, but the giggles escaped.

The demonic prosecutor, glared at her. The nerve. He wouldn't be in this stupid park to begin with if it wasn't for her accepting this invitation. And she had to nerve to laugh at his suffering? He'd show her a thing or two.

Lyn found herself being dragged along by Miles to behind the outhouse. "What are you doing?"

He grabbed her and placed her in a headlock. "It's all so funny to you, hm?"

Uh oh. That was the tone of voice he used when he was coming to absolutely destroy her. "Funny? N-no! Not at all! Not funny!"

Without the watchful eyes of spectators, he could do what he'd been wanting to do for a while. In his grasp, she couldn't escape. He pinched and flicked her in all directions, watching her try to helplessly get away in amusement. When he grew bored of that, he put her on the ground and sat on her legs.

"Come on! I'm sorry for laughing! Please, don't do this..." Lyn pleaded, trying to push him off of her, for she knew exactly what was coming next.

Miles smirked. "If you find my suffering so humorous, I will take delight in your suffering as well," he said. "Now, keep laughing!"

"Ahhahahahahahahaha - s-stop ahahahaha!" Lyn tried to protest, but it was pointless. She couldn't move her legs, and trying to reach for him with her arms, he would just tickle under her armpits and neck, some of her most vulnerable spots.

Lyn laughed and laughed, still laughing even as she was getting more tired by the second. Tears were streaming down her face, she couldn't tell how long he'd been torturing her, but it had to have been at least over 5 minutes.

"C-come onahaha, I'm so-sorry ahahahahahahaha!"

He wasn't finished yet. "You don't sound all too apologetic."

This bastard! "Ah..sor...ry."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Wahahahaha! Sa aary! Ju-st stop! Stop ahaha...so I can say s-sorry! S-stop!"

Miles smirked, enjoying inflicting pain on his subject. He'd stop soon enough...when he felt she'd been punished the right amount.

"...Say, what's going on back here, pardner?"

Or perhaps, when he was interrupted.