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I paced nervously back and forth through my office, eyeing the papers strewn across my desk. She's late. Again! She hadn't been on time when we last met, either, but then I had just kept working until she arrived. However, this time I had found a nice stopping point and was waiting with my coat on and my paperwork finished for the day, for once. If she doesn't get here soon we'll miss the movie!

I took a last sip of tea, placing the empty cup in the saucer on my bookshelf while staring out the huge window in the back of my office. A minute slipped by, and then another. I crossed my arms and tapped my finger, thinking about the email I'd received a few days ago. It was from Wright, something he'd seen a while back about a special showing at the Deja View.

A knock on the door interrupted my musing. "Come in." It opened, revealing the blue top hat and cape of the girl I'd been waiting for.

"Sorry I'm late, Uncle Edgey!" she said as I frowned at the nickname she'd picked up from Larry. "Ema was our guest speaker at Forensics Club, so I stayed and talked with her a while afterwards." She smirked for some unknown reason, but I let it pass.

"Are you ready to go, then?" I double checked that I had everything I needed as she nodded. "Then let's head out." I followed her into the hallway, closing the door behind me.

"So...what are we going to see again?" Trucy tilted her head, crossing her arms thoughtfully.

"Your father sent me an email about a special showing of The Steel Samurai: Destruction of Neo Olde Tokyo. He thought you might like to spend some time with me and that I should take you to see it." She stopped at the elevator, but I tapped her shoulder and continued to the stairs.

"Could you say that last part again? About why I'm here?"

I wasn't sure why she would want me to repeat something she clearly heard, but I complied. " I said that your father suggested I take you to the movie."

"Gotcha!" She said triumphantly. I stared at her, confused, for a moment before she noticed. "Oops...I guess I picked that one up from Polly." She shrugged her shoulders and stuck out her tongue for a split second before appearing serious, a rare event for her. "Anyway, something was off about that statement. Right as you said, 'your father suggested', you adjusted your glasses."

"Ah, you're referencing my 'nervous tell', correct?" As comprehension dawned on me, she gave a nod and we passed the eighth floor. "However, I don't see what you're implying. Care to elaborate?"

She smiled, noticing my only slightly concealed challenge. If she'd already caught me once, there was no point in continuing the lie, as she'd only become more persistent. However, that didn't mean I had to make it easy. "So you want evidence, then, Uncle Edgey?" I nodded, with a proud smirk. Her father may have taught her how to bluff and beg and slip through trials by the skin of her teeth, despite the loss of his badge, but she's learned quite a lot about the other aspects of the justice system from me. Over the years I'd often challenged her to put together some pieces from my latest case, explained some of the history of law (though she only seemed to find certain parts of that interesting), demonstrated the importance of both circumstantial and decisive evidence, and helped guide her logical skills.

At the moment, she was thinking, fingertip on her chin, about how to prove her assertion. "Well…" I had to resist the urge to give her a hint. While I usually enjoyed our games quite a lot, I would rather that she not discover the secret behind this one. I couldn't help but be pleased, however, when she said, "Aha! If we examine the email, then we can see whether Daddy really said that or not!" She grinned, and her steps seemed a little bit bouncier.

"That sounds like a plausible solution to me." I pulled out my smartphone, opening my emails and handing it to her. "Here it is. You can take a look."

It only took her a few seconds of scanning the note to see the error. "Objection! This evidence contradicts your testimony!" She looked up at me, one hand on her hip and the other tilting her hat. "Daddy never said anything about me! He just said that you might want to see the movie."

I gave her a quick pat on the shoulder before saying, "Good. Now, what conclusions can you draw from this new information?"

Again, she spent a moment thinking. "Uncle Edgey..." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Uncle Edgey, I assert that you are, in fact, a Steel Samurai fan!"

I was visibly taken aback. Ngh! But how did she figure it out that quickly? After taking a moment to gather my composure, I said "How does this relate to the matter at hand?" while tapping my finger against my arm.

"Well, if you are a Steel Samurai fan, then you clearly don't want anyone to know. Also, if you wanted to see the movie, you needed a kid to use as your 'excuse' to go. I happen to be the best candidate for the job, so you invited me."

Her startling accuracy worried me; I felt like a defense attorney having to protect a guilty client. "Alright. Now that you've proven the relevance, why don't you prove the validity? What evidence do you have to support your claims?"

She smiled. "The Steel Samurai statue and board game in your office."

"Those are simply gifts from people who are… important to me." Gumshoe, who had bought the game as a New Year's present for me, fit that description well, despite his bumbling tendencies. The giver of the statute, however… Let's just say that the significance she holds in my life is quite different than I'd implied.

Trucy, thankfully, didn't see through my stretched truth. She jumped slightly, her cape fluttering as her hand flew to her mouth. "Ah!"

It was at that moment that we emerged into the parking lot of the Prosecutors' Office. The corners of my niece's mouth twitched upwards, but I dismissed it when they quickly fell. We continued towards my sports car, and I smirked as I noticed how perfectly clean it looked.

And then I saw the note on the windshield.

I'm so sorry I hit your car! I don't have insurance or the money to pay for it, but I'll make it up to you! I promise!

P.S. Please don't sue me. If I need to, I can get a very good defense attorney or three.

"Wh…" I stared blankly at the page for a moment. "WHAT?!" I turned it over, looking all around the paper to see if I missed something, to no avail.

"What's wrong, Uncle Edgey?" Trucy said, an innocent look of concern on her face.

I handed her the note. "This...This is the most vague, inconsiderate apology I've ever seen! It doesn't say what the damage was, who this person is, or how they will 'make it up to me'. If this was a witness testimony, even the most useless defense attorney could make a case. In fact, I think that parrot was more detailed than this!" I crossed my arms, clenching my hands tightly.

After a moment of silence, still reeling from my outburst, I took a deep breath. I must think about this logically. My hands relaxed and I began tapping my finger, though my scowl stayed in place. This mystery person said they hit my car. Most likely, this means they left some sort of visible damage. If I can find that, then that will at least answer one of my many questions. A nod of the head settled it and I got to work, examining the car carefully. "Trucy, could you help me? I'm trying to find any signs of damage."

"Sure!" She bounced over happily, and began looking at the front. I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious-looking nook and cranny.

After going around the car twice with no results, my frustration was beginning to rise again. "Ngh. My logic couldn't have failed me…"

As my scowl got deeper and deeper, Trucy spoke up. "Uncle Edgey, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back!" She grinned and dashed off towards the stairs.

It was only by the time I had examined my car five times, and was livid to the point of muttering words much stronger than I would normally use under my breath, that I saw the small, crumpled Post-It note nestled in my exhaust pipe. It read: "Happy April Fool's Day! No one hit your car; it's perfectly fine." Again, I stared at the page, getting more and more outraged by the second. I venomously said a few more expletives, louder this time, before tearing the note in half and throwing it in the nearest garbage can. My face burned at the thought of getting so worked up over nothing, and I was glad that my niece had disappeared for the time being.

Trucy bounded around the corner just as I slid into the driver's seat and shut the door a little too hard. She climbed in beside me, saying "I'm back! Did you find the evidence?"

"Hmm? Oh, it was just nothing." I looked away and pretended to busy myself adjusting the mirrors. I realized my response was more than inadequate and vague, as well as slightly nonsensical, but I was very glad that she didn't press further.

I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot while Trucy began to play on her phone. After a few minutes, she started up a conversation again, though I was only half listening. Between driving and trying to calm myself, I didn't register most of what she said.

"... the Steel Samurai's only child, the Iron Infant -" The name caught my attention, as well as the incorrect fact.

"Would you repeat that, please?"

"Yep! I was talking about how Pearly and I got together yesterday and watched the prequel to the movie we're seeing so I would know more of the backstory. We decided that the best part was when the Evil Magistrate pretended to kill the Steel Samurai's only child, the Iron Infant, but kidnapped him instead. We both totally thought that he was dead, so we were really excited when he turned out alive! Oh, and that part where the Steel Samurai Final Smash failed, since it had always worked in the past and is supposed to be his most powerful move, according to Pearly." I cringed slightly at the many faults in her statement. Dire errors such as those could not stand uncorrected.

"Actually, that's not quite right. First of all, the Steel Samurai has daughter, the Copper Kid, who plays an extremely important role in this movie. In addition, there were many clues scattered throughout The Steel Samurai: the Evil Magistrate Strikes Back that the Iron Infant had not, in fact, been murdered. They were quite obvious if you knew where to look, so that 'plot twist' was no surprise to me. Lastly, The Steel Samurai Final Smash is certainly not his most powerful move, and actually failed during episode 23 of The Pink Samurai: Partners in Life, when, too weak to perform it correctly, he tries in vain to use it to escape his confines before his wife comes to rescue him. His best move is definitely the Steel Samurai Rain of Justice. Even though it only works 87.4% of the time, in The Steel Samurai: the Video Game, it deals 25 more damage and decreases the attack of all enemies in the area."

We turned into the parking lot, and I glanced at Trucy, who was wearing a smile that was both impish and triumphant. "...Uncle Edgey, I don't think anyone who isn't a Steel Samurai fan could have possibly said anything like that."

"...Nnnghhhoooh!" My eyes got wide as I realized I was now like the defense attorney whose cross examination put the final nail in the defendant's coffin. I gripped the steering wheel and began tapping my finger while I pulled into a space, my heartbeat quickening. After parking, I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to my niece. "Trucy… please don't tell anyone. Especially your father. My reputation would be ruined…"

She looked down, fiddling with her brooch. "Oh...Well...I kinda just texted everyone in my contacts...Including Daddy and Uncle Larry…"

I gasped and cringed, but before I could respond she grinned again. "Just kidding. Happy April Fool's Day, Uncle Edgey!" She winked before hopping out of the car, and I could only watch, dumbfounded, as she skipped into the theater. I have one devious niece…

After a moment, I followed her. She was already at the counter, buying tickets from someone I knew very well.

"Edgey! It's been a while!" The man in question grinned, waving frantically to me as I approached.

"Hello, Larry. I didn't realize you were working here." I joined Trucy and began to pull out money from my wallet.

"Heh, yeah. I love art, but it just doesn't pay the bills. Or the dates with Christine."

I raised my eyebrows. "So I suppose she's a model, then?"

"Nope! She may not be as hot as some other chicks, but she's amazing and special. She's different from anyone I've ever gone out with, in the best way possible!" The look on face as he said this was different from any I'd seen on him before: a smile of pure joy, rather than the smirk of pride he used to use when describing a girlfriend.

"So are you saying that she might not be a murderer or a cheater? That she might actually like you?" I smirked as we traded money for tickets.

"Yeah, I think so!" He now had a silly grin plastered on his face. We turned to walk away, Trucy calling a goodbye, before he finally caught on. "Hey! What do you mean 'actually like me'?!"

By that point, however, we had already made our way to the concession stand. I handed her a few dollars, saying "Go ahead and get whatever you'd like; I don't need anything. I'll wait for you over here."

She grinned, bouncing in her bubbly way. "Thanks, Uncle Edgey!" As she dashed away, I began to examine the list of future movies behind me. Hmm… Perhaps I'll come see The Steel Samurai Versus the World Samurai again. With Trucy, of course.

"...You whippersnappers! Back in my day, people were always polite to their elders! If I had so rudely knocked someone over, I would have immediately apologized. Now I have to turn around and teach you some manners, and I might miss my dear Edgey-poo!" I froze, not wanting to turn around. No. That word...That voice...That awful nickname...It can't be! I snuck a glance over my shoulder, seeing a figure in a blue suit who was pointing an ostentatious toy ray-gun at the two offending teenagers, her head covered by a fishbowl-like helmet. My eyes widened. Noooooooo! I began breathing faster as I looked for an escape route. Luckily, at that moment, my niece bounced up with a bag of popcorn and a drink in her hand.

"Trucy! I need you to make me disappear! Quickly!"

"Edgey-poo! There you are!"

I clenched my teeth. "Please, hurry!" She tilted her head with a furrowed brow. "I have to get away from her!" She whipped out her so-called "Magic Panties" and began to sort through them, but by then it was too late.

"Edgey-poo! I can't believe you! I haven't seen you in a few years and all of a sudden you've got some young whippersnapper trailing after you! You know that we're meant to be but you still went and got a daughter! Back in my day, men didn't hop from one girl to the next, they respected the girlfriend they had! In fact, there was one young man who waited ten years for me after I'd broken up with him! He -" She continued to speak, but I turned my attention to my niece.

Trucy had looked up from her magic trick and was staring at Oldbag, mouth open and eyes wide. "...I didn't know it was possible for someone to talk that fast. Or that much. And that's coming from me!"

"Ms. Oldbag, this isn't my daughter. This is my niece, Trucy Wright."

Having regained her composure, she grabbed the edges of her cape and curtsied with a grin. "It's a pleasure to meet you." I heartily disagree.

"Oh! Now there's someone who respects their elders!" She smiled, giving Trucy a slight wave. "My name is Wendy Oldbag, dearie, but you can call me 'Wendy' or 'Granny' or whatever suits your fancy, Miss Whippersnapper." ...Is that her attempt at being polite?

"So what are you doing here, Ms. Wendy?" Trucy returned to bouncing and surreptitiously searching her Magic Panties.

"Just the other day, when I was ordering a new vase of flowers to send to Edgey-poo, someone called me and told me that he would be here today. I would never miss a chance to see my dearest prosecutor!"

Trucy looked up again. "Wait, you send Uncle Edgey flowers?" The oldbag nodded. "By chance… do you send him anything else?"

"Of course! I have to show my appreciation for him somehow! I always send my Edgey-poo the best! I send him sweets, tea, statues… everything I can think of! Ooh, there was one time, back when I worked for Global Studios, when I snuck into the producer's office and stole one of the original prototype designs of the Steel Samurai model and sent it to him! They never said anything about it, but I'm pretty sure that's why I got fired." Wait, that statue is a one-of-a-kind prototype?! Trucy glanced at me with that same impish look in her eyes, grinning at me innocently. "But I didn't mind! I just asked my Edgey-poo if he would let me be his bodyguard! Of course, he likes to play hard to get and refused, but -"

At that moment, there was a sudden flash of smoke, and through Oldbag's coughs I heard Trucy's whisper in my ear. "Come on!" I felt a hand grasp my wrist, and, even though I couldn't see, I followed in the direction it pulled me. Before I knew what happened, we were in the theater, previews playing. She continued to drag me until we had made our way to seats that she deemed acceptable. We sat down, just as my phone buzzed, and she immediately began to throw handfuls of popcorn into her mouth, miraculously catching them all with minimal effort.

I pulled out my smartphone to look at the text I'd received. It was from Larry, saying, "I forgot to mention earlier that the Steel Samurai movie is actually a double feature. There's another kids' movie before it, and then it plays." Hmm… I suppose I can sit through two movies.

A logo came up on the screen, and I could barely read the name before it disappeared, replaced by a cartoon-style moon in a night sky. The shot panned down, showing a group of six, multi-colored ponies that started speaking to eachother. What kind of movie is this?! Colorful, talking equines?! I sincerely hope that the other adult men here without a convenient sixteen-year-old niece are simply waiting for the Steel Samurai… I crossed my arms and sat back, ready to be bored out of my mind.

I most certainly hate to admit it...But it didn't end up as horrible as I'd imagined. Actually...It was rather...interesting. I decided that I would have to use subtle manipulation to get Trucy to force me to watch the show...for investigative purposes.

After the movie was over, everyone around us began to get up. I figured that there was some sort of intermission, so Trucy and I simply waited. However, after a few minutes, an usher approached us.

"Excuse me, but you need to leave now… The next showing is about to start, and if you want to see it again, you need to pay."

"What?" My brow furrowed, and the teen flinched under my glare. "But this was supposed to be a double feature of My Little Pony: Equestria Girls and The Steel Samurai: Destruction of Neo Olde Tokyo."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know what you're talking about. You're going to have to leave."

"Ngh… Alright."

As Trucy and I made our way over to the concession stand, keeping a cautious eye out for Oldbag, she spoke up. "I wonder what's going on. This doesn't seem like a simple mix up."

"Well…" I glanced up and saw Larry at the ticket desk. "When something smells…" Trucy raised her eyebrow as we walked over, but I ignored her confusion for the moment. "Larry, do you have something to do with this movie misunderstanding?"

"Umm...No." He glanced to the left before scratching the back of his head.

"You are a terrible liar."

"Okay, fine! Nick and I decided to play a little April Fool's joke on you. That's all!"

I rolled my eyes. "It's time we take you home, Trucy." I grabbed her hand and started to lead her off before Larry stopped me.

"Wait, that's all? You're not going to blow up at me or anything? Wait a second...you didn't actually like that movie, did you?!"

I sighed, crossing my arms again. "No, Larry. What in the world would give you such a ludicrous idea as that?"

"Well, you usually aren't so calm about stuff like this!"

"Heh. That is simply because I'm taking the fact that we are discussing you, Larry, into account. Mindless, foolish tricks are to be expected." He made a face, as if he wanted to interject, but I continued anyway. "And Wright...Believe me, he will receive his 'punishment' in full, later." I smirked, and pulled Trucy off as she waved at him.

Oh, yes. This will all be worth it for the look on Wright's face this evening...

Author's Note: I was looking at my author's notes from the rest of this story the other day (I dunno why, though), and I realized I'd planned to have a chapter every few days at the beginning.

HA! *Laughs like Calisto Yew*

I swear, this took me a month to write. It's been tough, from being uninspired to struggling to write Oldbag. While I'm here, I'd like to thank my awesome friends Lilac Winters21 and AceFangirl for helping me by previewing sections of this chapter. Thanks guys!

Even though this one was really hard, I think it's also one of the ones I'm most proud of. Edgey's my favorite character, and I love writing him. :D I realize it spends a lot of time with Trucy and Edgey's little game of wits, but I really enjoyed it and hope it doesn't bother you guys too much. ;D This relationship is definitely my new headcannon, though. :D

I also have a few little messages for you this author's note. First of all, this is an Ace Prankster chapter, but only Edgey's car counts. Next, I made a Super Smash Bros and Star Wars reference in there...Props to all who get them. :D Last, I did not come up with the theater name The Deja View. Google is an awesome friend when it comes to punny theater names... ;D Oh, and the Steel Samurai board game is a reference to the Investigations Manga. I don't remember if I've already said you guys should go read it...But you should. ;D

There's only a few more chapters left! Thanks for sticking with me thus far! :D