DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ace Attorney or any of its installments.

A/N: Hello all! Sooo...yeah, it's been forever since I last updated this story. It's been a long few months that fan fiction was just not a priority for me during that time. Thanks to everyone who continued to read and review this story. It's been great to see that you lovely readers are still enjoying the shenanigans from Ace Attorney even though I haven't been updating. Well, here's a brand new one for you! I hope you enjoy it.

ACE ATTORNEY SCRAPBOOK

Chapter 39: Up, Up and Awaaaaay!

(Did anyone else read this title in the voice of Mermaidman from Spongebob? That's how I hear it, lol)

Case Tag: 5-4 (The Cosmic Turnabout)
Quote:

Starbuck:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Engineer! Where's that engineer?! Oxygen leak detected due to faulty maintenance! Evacuate immediately!

Apollo:
What the-!? (He's flying the coop!)

Starbuck:
Aaaaagh! Help! I'm caught on the ceiling! ...Um, help? Anyone...?

Judge:
Bailiff! Prepare the cherry picker! We must launch our rescue mission at once!

December 16, 2027, 10:36am
Prosecutor's Lobby No. 3

Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth sat on the couch in the Prosecutor's Lobby, a case file in one hand and a freshly brewed cup of tea in the other. He inhaled the sweet aroma, a small smile tugging at his lips at the scent of the lemon and honey mixture filling his senses with warmth and deliciousness. Edgeworth blew lightly on the tea to cool it slightly before moving the cup closer to take a sip.

Beeeeep!

Beeeep!

Startled by the sudden ear shattering beeps, Edgeworth jerked the cup back away just in time to avoid spilling tea all over his crisp new cravat. What is all this ruckus?! Putting his tea cup and case file aside, Edgeworth rose from the couch, adjusting his suit and glasses. He glanced around, searching for the source of the sound. Heading toward the lobby doors, Edgeworth placed a hand on the door handle, only for the door to burst open and nearly knock him over on to the couch. The frilled prosecutor managed to catch himself on the arm of the couch instead of taking a complete tumble backwards.

"What is the meaning of this-" Edgeworth began to question.

He stopped mid-question when he saw a court bailiff ride into the lobby in a cherry picker. Edgeworth stared at the machine for a moment before turning his attention up to the bailiff.

"Oh!" the bailiff's cheeks flushed a shade of red nearly equal to that of a cherry. "Mr. Chief Prosecutor, Sir! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were in here already, Sir!"

"Right," Edgeworth said, standing up and dusting himself off again. "May I ask why you're driving around the courthouse in this contraption?"

"Well, you see," the bailiff rubbed the nape of his neck. "There was an incident in Courtroom #4."

"What kind of incident?"

"Honestly, Sir, you'd have to see it to believe it."

Edgeworth gave a small shrug before motioning for the bailiff to continue forward.

"Well then, lead the way."

The bailiff eyed the Chief Prosecutor in surprise for a moment before starting up the cherry picker to move forward again.

Beeeeep!

Beeeeeep!

The machine jerked forward before crawling forward at a snail's pace. Edgeworth let out a sigh as the bailiff cut through the Prosecutor's Lobby. He grabbed his tea cup and took a few sips before joining the bailiff as the cherry picker made it to the doors leading into Defendant Lobby No. 4.

Defendant Lobby 4...Edgeworth mused. If memory serves, the attorney using this courtroom would be none other than-

Edgeworth caught a glimpse of the attorney in red as he stood in the courtroom doorway to watch the bailiff drive the cherry picker into the court. Of course it's one of Wright's protégés, he thought with a smile and the shake of his head. But what on Earth could they need the cherry picker for? Watching the bailiff, Edgeworth's eyes drifted upward, landing on a man in a space suit dangling from the rafters of the courtroom.

"Just hang on, Mr. Starbuck!" Apollo Justice, fists clenched, shouted at the ceiling.

"Not like I can go anywhere!" the hanging man, Starbuck, replied.

The bailiff raised the platform toward the ceiling to reach Starbuck.

"All right, Mr. Starbuck, let me help you-"

Starbuck, who was flailing at this point, swung his legs wildly in an attempt to reach the cherry picker. Of course, the bailiff had also outstretched his hands at this moment and Starbuck's kicking feet smashed into the bailiff's hands.

"Owwwwww!" the bailiff squealed, clenching his hands to his chest. "He kicked me!"

"Get me down!" Starbuck shouted.

"I would if you'd stop kicking me!"

Edgeworth observed the others in the courtroom, noting that their attentions were all locked on to the dangling defendant. Discreetly, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of the scene. Edgeworth then departed from the courtroom and returned to the Prosecutor's Lobby to finish his tea and perusal of the case file. Getting comfortable on the couch again, he took another look at the photo of Starbuck hanging from the ceiling and the bailiff wailing as he clutched his injured hand. What a spectacle, he thought. I wonder if Wright knows about this...

Photo sent.

Edgeworth put his phone aside and opened up the case file to read. It was a few minutes later that his message received a response.

WRIGHT: Are you at the Berry Big Circus, Edgeworth?

EDGEWORTH: No, in court. Specifically, the courtroom where your junior partners are holding a trial.

WRIGHT: Ha! Looks like a real doozy.

EDGEWORTH: Not that I expected anything else.

WRIGHT: Gives "up, up and away" a whole new meaning, eh, Edgeworth?

EDGEWORTH: I have no words.

WRIGHT: Lighten up, Edgey! We're keeping you on your toes, Mr. Chief Prosecutor.

EDGEWORTH: After working with you for so many years, Wright, cross examining parrots and whales and all the other nonsense you've done in court, nothing surprises me anymore.

WRIGHT: That sounds like a challenge.

EDGEWORTH: I thought we were done with the Crazy Age of the Law when you were no longer a practicing attorney.

WRIGHT: Oh no, my friend. That time is just beginning.

Edgeworth reviewed the last message with a smile. He wouldn't want it any other way. It was good to have Wright back. Even if it gave him even more grey hairs.

For anyone who had sent me a prompt before the hiatus-thanks for your patience! I still have them all and will get to them when I can. I can't guarantee when the next post will be, but I'm going to try to keep writing this story because I still love this series so very much :) Hugs to everyone for sticking with me!