Disclaimer: Oohh… Err… Sorry, I don't own 'em.

Note: O.K. The Perfect Gift's big comeback! O.K. I got bored with it. I never knew lots of people liked it. Alright. A short chapter, but I promise to make it up to you! Oh, and any more stories of Klema from me are probably never going to be updated. I grew to suddenly hate the pairing, if you wanna know why, just ask (and by that I mean comment asking why). But, I'm continuing this, it's nearly over anyway.

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"Trucy!"

"Yeah?"

"How will we get Mr. Wright to go there? And dress formally?"

"I don't know how to make him dress formally, but, I know how to get him there."

"Well, I'd better, ah, text everyone not to wear semi-formal."

"'Kay, Polly."

Trucy just ignored him. She was playing RuneScape.

"Ahh… Since, today is my birthday! Where do you kids wanna go?" Phoenix suddenly said.

"Bye, gotta go! Please send to everyone that 'he' knows!" Apollo suddenly said to the recipient.

"Who were you talking to?"

"Ahh… No one."

"Ahh… O.K. Where'd you wanna go?"

"Umm… Nowhere."

"But, it's my birthday!"

"Alright. Let's go to the supermall or something."

"The supermall?" Trucy asked.

"Oh, ahh… Err… We were planning on celebrating, tomorrow!"

"Oh…"

"Well… We could go to a joint or something."

"A joint? How about we go for a bowl of borscht?"

"Borscht? At the borscht bowl club?"

"Exactly."

"NO."

"Ugh. Fine. I know a place. Let's go to Tres Bien."

"Is there pudding there, Daddy?"

"Maybe." Phoenix paused. "Uh… Never mind. Let's go elsewhere."

Apollo shot a questioning glare at Phoenix.

"I know! Let's visit the greatest magician in the world!"

"Uncle Valant? Me?"

"Uhh… Oh! Trucy, no, it's the place where I used to take Pearls, the Berry Big Circus!"

"Who's 'Pearls'?"

Apollo just smirked. So that's why the kid looked close to Mr. Wright.

"How do you know Pearls, Apollo?"

"I don't know any P-pearls."

"Wow…You don't know any 'Pearls' but you have 5 psyche-locks. Brilliant."

"Psyche-locks?"

"Er… Nothing. Let's go now." Phoenix mumbled something to himself.

He opened the doors to the SUV and let them get on. He closed the doors, and then drove. When they got there, huge crowds of people were already there. The tickets were sold out.

"Daddy. The tickets are sold out!"

"Oh… Wait. Wait for me here. Please?"

They nodded. Phoenix walked to Moe's room.

"Hiya Moe."

"Hey! You're the guy that doesn't have a sense of humor!"

"Excuse me?"

"Haha. HI, Wright. Your always wright, wright?"

"…Right."

"So, what'd you want to see me for?"

"A show for Billy Bob Johns."

Moe smirked. "So you want a ticket?"

"Three, please?"

"No can do. But, I'll let you in."

"What's the catch?"

"I'll need a performer."

"Sure. Why not?"

"WHAT?"

"I have a performer."

"Who?"

"My daughter."

"You have a daughter?!"

"…"

"So, what can she do?"

"Err… Magic tricks?"

"Seriously, Wright."

"Why? You don't think I'm serious?"

"I'm a 50 plus year old man!"

"…"

"Whatever, Wright. Let's meet your daughter."

Phoenix walked to the front, called Trucy and Apollo to go there.

"So, what magic trick can you do?"

"Ooohhh… I can make- AHH!"

"ACK!"

"Haha! Wonderful, Trucy. But I really shouldn't let you use Mr. Amazing Hat as a trick to a 50- year old."

"Oh. O.K."

"W-what?"

"Mr. Amazing Hat."

"O-okay." He breathed. "You're in."

"What about me?" Apollo asked.

"Hmm… You would do well in the freak show!"

"Say, Moe, where is Regina?"

"In her dressing room."

"Let's all go there."

They nodded.

They certainly had fun there at the circus. Apollo almost forgot about the party. Until his phone ringed.

*Nickel Samurai theme song starts playing*

"I'm going to have to go outside."

Apollo went outside and took the phone call.

"Ah… Justice?"

"Mr. Edgeworth! What is it?"

"So were not supposed to wear formal?"

"Yeah."

"But what will I wear?!"

"O-oh, right. You can wear whatever you usually wear. You will be in surprise when you see Mr. Wright."

"Did he get an indigo suit instead of a blue suit?"

"Eh, something of that sort."

"… Goodbye, Justice."

"Uh-huh…"

Apollo went to their seats again.

"SO, who was that?"

"It was a wring number, he said her name was Adrian Smith."

"You said he, but then said her, weird."

"Uh, that was nothing."

"I never knew a single person could have 10 psyche-locks."

"Again about those pschycolocks!"

"You remind me of Edgeworth."

Apollo tensed uneasily at the mention of the name.

"So it was something related to Edgeworth? Was this the person you talked to?" Phoenix presented Klavier's profile.

"Mr. Wright! Look! That woman is great with that tiger! Regent, was it?"

I guess I don't have enough evidence yet. Phoenix thought. But clearly, that person who Apollo spoke with was associated with Phoenix in more the one way.

After the circus, they went home and ate some delicious hot prawn salad.

I promise you, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a noodle in my eye, that this is the only story I'm continuing, it would take lots to convince me back into Klema fandomship. I might write new ones. But not anything doing with Klema. Sorry if you were expecting more. If you really, really want to, I might.

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