Narrator: This is the courtroom of Judge Trudy. When you have a beef, don't take the law into your own hands...take it to Judge Trudy. Okay.

(A little girl and her mom were awaiting their case)

The Baliff: Everyone up on your feet, it's time to greet!

(The audience stands up, as Judge Trudy enters the courtroom and makes her way to her table)

Judge Trudy: Judge Trudy: Alright, sit, sit, sit, sit. I am Judge Trudy. So, Kate Ann Dixon, I hear that you are sueing your mother here.

Kate: Yeah, that's right your honor.

Judge Trudy: Alright, now please tell us why this is.

Kate: I would be glad to, your honor. She made me eat broccoli for dinner!

Judge Trudy: Ugh!

(The audience immediately starts booing and throwing garbadge at Mrs. Dixon)

Mrs. Dixon: Oww! Hey! Hey! Stop that!

(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)

Judge Trudy: Why'd ya make your daughter eat broccoli for dinner?

The Baliff: Yeah, why did you make her eat broccoli for dinner...?

Mrs. Dixon: Because it's good for you.

Judge Trudy: Ma'am, let me ask you something. What kind of selfish, heartless parent makes their kid eat broccoli for dinner?

Mrs. Dixon: Well, there was also meat loaf.

Judge Trudy: Can I ask you something else?

Mrs. Dixon: Sure.

Judge Trudy: Do you like milk?

Mrs. Dixon: No.

Judge Trudy: I order everyone in the courtroom to throw pints of milk at Mrs. Dixon!

(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)

(The audience starts throwing pints of milk at Mrs. Dixon)

Mrs. Dixon: Oww! Can you kids please stop throwing milk at me?

(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)

Judge Trudy: I find in favor of the plantiff, Kate Ann Dixon, owed by her mother in the amount of $49,000!

(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)

Mrs. Dixon: Are you kidding me? I don't have $49.000!

Judge Trudy: Well that's just too bad. POUR DOWN THE BROCCOLI!

(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)

Baliff: On it, Judge!

Mrs. Dixon: Broccoli?

(The Baliff pulls down a lever opening a trap door in the ceiling, releasing thousands of cooked pieces of broccoli down onto Mrs. Dixon)

Mrs. Dixon: Oh my goodness! Are you kidding me?

Judge Trudy: Yeah yeah, I'm kidding you. Case closed!

(Kate Ann Dixon and her mom (covered in broccoli) exit the courtroom)

(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)

Judge Trudy: Next case!

(Some mid-teen and his dad enter the courtroom)

Narrator: The litigates for our next case our entering the court room. Rainy nights are peaceful...

Judge Trudy: Now, Jeffrey Jackson, I hear that you have a complaint against your father here.

Jeffrey: Yeah, Judge Trudy, I really do!

Judge Trudy: And what seems to be the problem?

Jeffrey: He made me go to the Dentist!

(The audience starts booing Mr. Jackson)

Judge Trudy: Why'd ya make your son go to the Dentist, Mr. Jackson?

Mr. Jackson: Because he hasn't been in so long. He was full of cavities. He needed to go.

Judge Trudy: Well it's your son's mouth, shouldn't he be allowed to decide on whatever he wants to with it?

The Baliff: Yeah, shouldn't he...?

Mr. Jackson: I'm his father.

(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)

Judge Trudy: And I don't care!

(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)

Judge Trudy: I hearby order Mr. Jackson to ride a roller coaster at an amusement park for three hours!

Mr. Jackson: A roller coaster?

The Baliff: Come on in!

(Two amusement park managers enter the courtroom, and start to carry Mr. Jackson out)

Mr. Jackson: Put me down! Help! Help!

Judge Trudy: Court dismissed! Bring out the Dancing Lobsters!

(The Dancing Lobsters come out, and Jeffrey Jackson and the audience start celebrating)