October 11, 3:24 PM, Moose & Co. Law Offices
It was an ordinary day at Moose & Co. Law Offices. Defense Attorney Lumpy, who was the only person there since his assistant Toothy died in an unfortunate incident involving cream pudding, was busy playing with a rubber duck, hoping someone would require his services in the court of law. Of course, since Lumpy was the most inexperienced attorney this side of Happy Tree Town, there wasn't much chance of him getting a case.
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was such a uncommon sound in the office that it took Lumpy a few seconds to realize what it was. When he did, he let out a demented little chuckle and picked up the reciever, eager to finally get some work to do. "Hello. This is Moose & Co. Law Offices. I am the defense attorney of the residence, Lumpy Moose. This better not be the police again, because I already said I'm not stalking that skunk girl!"
The voice on the other line was quiet for a few moments before replying, "...This is the detention center warden, you retard! Look, just come down here! It seems we've actually found a case for you to take up...faggot..." Lumpy's eyes widened with excitement! He finally had a client! Now he could go and battle against the law just like his daddy!
"I'll be right over!" Lumpy exclaimed before slamming down the phone and running out the door, still ignoring Toothy's rotting corpse lying on the office couch...
October 11, 3:45 PM, Detention Center
The detention center looked just like it did when Lumpy was arrested about a month ago for accidently suffocating somebody with cream pudding (Yeah, he's the one who killed Toothy). 'I wonder who it is that I have to defend...?' Lumpy asked himself as he walked up the front desk. "Hey..." Lumpy started to ask, but the man at the front desk just pointed down the hall and snarled, "He's down there...he's suspected of mass homocide, so be careful..."
Lumpy shrugged and made his way down the hall, ignoring all the other prisoners who were glaring menacingly at him. At the end of the hall was a glass wall. And behind that glass was a small room with a chair and a door. And sitting on the chair...was a little green bear wearing a uniform.
'This is my client, huh?' Lumpy pondered. His client didn't look very threatening for a killer.
Taking a seat on the chair on the other side of the glass window, Lumpy put on a weak smile and asked, "So...I've been assigned to defend you in court. First, though, you'll need to tell me your name..." The green bear took in a deep breath and, with a sad look of hopelessness, said:
"My name...is Flippy. I am suspected of a mass homocide of about...six people. All of them were good friends of mine..." He almost looked like he was going to start crying. Lumpy let out a sigh and mumbled, "Hmm...this might be harder than I thought..."