AN: I know I should probably be working on my serious story, but honestly this would not leave me alone. Buddy is so cute :D And even if I don't like Jacques that much I love writing interactions between him and Buddy.

Now I have never actually watched that much of the show Punk'd XP All I know is that they prank celebrities and pop out saying "You've been Punk'd!". Basically this isn't that heavily based on that show. The title just seemed too perfect to pass up.

Anyways, this was my attempt at humor so hopefully it'll make you chuckle. XP

Jacques crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it into the trash bin. It made it into the basket without so much as touching any of the sides. The prosecutor held his arms up in victory. Buddy looked over at his superior from his spot on the bench press which he was using as a seat.

"Two points for Jacques!" The athlete exclaimed.

"Are you sure you should be throwing those documents away, sir?" Buddy wrung his hands nervously.

"Relax, Jim. This is evidence I never used during my first ever trial."

"First trial…?"

"You weren't a detective then. I had another partner." He recalled how that detective had quit a month into being assigned to the sportsnut as a prosecutor. The second one lasted longer, a whole half year, before he had enough. Buddy had been assigned about five months ago, fresh out of training. "Don't worry; he wasn't nearly as good as you are."

"…That's very reassuring."

The two sat in silence for a few minutes with Portsman spinning in his chair and Buddy checking his phone for any important messages he may have received.

"I'm bored Jim. Do you want to shoot some hoops?"

"What about your work sir?" Inwardly he knew that his partner wasn't going to listen to any of his protests, but it didn't stop him from trying.

"Hey, I'm fine. I'm a prodigy, remember?" He grabbed the orange ball next to his desk and started dribbling it as he walked out of his office. Faith sighed and resignedly followed him out.

When they came out into the hall they were greeted by the sight of Miles Edgeworth in all his maroon glory. He was carrying a briefcase and seemed to be leaving his office.

"Hey, Prosecutor Edgeworth!" Jacques called out as he raised his hand in greeting.

Edgeworth turned, obviously surprised by the address. "Erm, yes, hello." He looked over to the ball bouncing in Portsman's hand. "What are you two doing?"

"Playing some B-ball." He got low and began dribbling the ball between his legs. "I'm gonna teach him how to dunk, even if he is a little short." He slung an arm around Buddy. "That's why we'll lower the hoop."

Edgeworth glared. "Stop fooling around or the hoop won't be the only thing being lowered." The detective gulped.

"Y-yes sir." Buddy mumbled as he turned his gaze to the ground. Miles rolled his eyes and made his way to the stairwell. As soon as he had closed the door to the stairs Jacques let go of Buddy and stopped dribbling the ball.

"Jim, I just got the best idea." Jacques smirked. "We should totally prank Prosecutor Edgeworth."

"What?! Mr. Portsman, you can't! I'm putting my foot down on this one."

"Come on, it won't be that bad. Besides," He elbowed the officer. "Wouldn't it feel good to get back at him for yelling at you?" He raised his eyebrows and wiggled them a little.

"…Maybe a little bit…"

"Glad to have you on board! Here's what I was thinking. We switch the number plates on our doors so that his room says 1203 and my room says 1202, that way when he goes to open 'his' door he can't. Then he'll go to the security room and ask the guard to come up here with the master key. When he's down there we switch the plates back. When he shows the guard that his key doesn't work, it will! He'll be humiliated."

"That's a very elaborate plan, and it might actually work without either of us getting caught." Buddy gave a small smile. "But what if you forget that you switched room numbers?"

"Hm, good point. Jim, remember to remind me that we switched the room numbers."

"But what if I forget to remind you that we switched the plates?"

"Then I'll remind you to remind me!" Jacques quickly went into his office and got a sticky note. On it he wrote Remember that we switched the number plates between Prosecutor Edgeworth's and my room.

He stuck it on Edgeworth's actual door. Then Portsman took the plate from his and the other prosecutor's rooms and switched them.

"Something doesn't seem right…" The sportsperson started.

"Your basketball hoop is too conspicuous. It gives away that this is your office. What if we move it near Edgeworth's to make him unconsciously think that it's your office?"

"You're a genius." The duo got behind the hoop and pushed it over near the other door. "Now we just lie in wait behind these bushes."

A half an hour passed before Edgeworth returned, muttering something under his breath about a bumbling detective. He walked up to Portsman's door and got out his key. He inserted it into the hole and attempted to turn it. He swore under his breath and said something about not having time for the foolishness. He stalked back down the stairs and that's when they emerged from hiding.

"Okay Jim, you switch the plates, I'll get the hoop. Go!" They got to work and did their respective jobs. However, Buddy forgot to take down the note on Edgeworth's door that was never actually needed. They hopped back behind the shrubs. Soon enough Edgeworth returned with the security guard Maggey Byrde.

"My key does not seem to be working. I can put it into the hole." He demonstrated the action. "Yet it cannot turn and therefore cannot disengage the lock." He turned his key, unlocking his door in the process. Both he and Maggey were somewhat surprised.

"Sir, what exactly seems to be the problem?" Maggey inquired.

"It seems there was some mistake Ms. Byrde, you may return to your post." The guard went over to the elevator and went back down to the first floor. Edgeworth closed the door and noticed the yellow note on it. "Remember that we switched the number plates between Prosecutor Edgeworth's and my room?" He read aloud. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he glanced over at Portsman's door. He went over and started pounding his fist against it, demanding the prosecutor come out and explain himself.

"Sir," Buddy whispered. "What do we do?"

"We have to remove the note from the door and then make a break for it." They looked at each other, both silently asking who would be the unlucky soul who had to remove the memo. "Rock paper scissors?"

Buddy nodded his head in affirmation. "One, two, three shoot!" The detective revealed his choice of paper and glanced over expectantly at his superior. He was crestfallen to see that he had chosen scissors. Jacques smirked and gave him a light push to indicate that he should go now.

Buddy carefully made his way over to the door without a sound. He slowly tore the note off the door. He crumpled it in his hand causing a crinkling noise. Edgeworth seemed to perk up and was about to turn to see what the noise was.

Seeing this, Buddy hastily whipped his head around. His signature flat cap flew off his head and landed on the ground. He looked between his hat and the bushes where Portsman was motioning for him to come back. In the end he chose his hat and crouched down to retrieve it. At that same moment Edgeworth turned around, catching him red handed.

"So you're the one behind this!" The prosecutor stalked towards him. Faith shot upright, hat in hand.

"I-it wasn't me." He said nervously as he put his cap back on.

"Oh really?" Miles glanced at Buddy's hand. "What are you holding?"

Crud.

He opened his hand slowly and held out the note. Edgeworth took it and smoothed it out. "I-I…" Buddy had no way to finish that without getting the man even angrier.

"You should relish this week's paycheck because next week it's going to be substantially worse."

"Y-you can't do that! You're not the prosecutor in charge of me."

"I beg to differ." Edgeworth raised his head and tapped his shoulder impatiently.

"Objection!" Jacques hopped out from behind the bush and extended his index finger. "No one cuts Jim's pay but me!" Edgeworth glared dangerously at them both. Portsman leaned in and whispered to Buddy. "On my count we make a run for the stairs. One, two, three!"

The duo made a mad dash for the stairwell and started sprinting down the steps. They made it to the lobby in record time and both were panting from the endeavor.

"Mr. Edgeworth *pant* sure is scary, huh?" Buddy was bent over with his hands on his knees.

"I'll say, Jim. I'd heard the rumors but never taken them seriously." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the door. "Want to head down to the precinct?"

"Yeah, it'd probably be best to let Mr. Edgeworth cool down." They then headed out the exit and started walking down the sidewalk. "Mr. Portsman?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you sir. I would probably be living off of ramen for the next few weeks if you hadn't stepped in."

"No need for thanks. We're partners and partners always look out for each other, no matter what. Right?"

Buddy smiled. "Right sir."

"How about a handshake to seal the deal?" Jacques held up a hand. Buddy didn't even hesitate as he took it. The both squeezed each other's hand affirming the promise they had just made. They would always look out for each other, no matter what.

So this chapter they pranked Egeworth. Later they'll prank many people from both the Prosecutor's office and Precinct. If you would review that would be great. You can also recommend a person they should prank and even a prank they could do. I can't guarantee I'll use everything, but I would still love to see all of your ideas. Until next time :D