The Ginyu Force, Attourneys at Law, present...
Case 001: Post Nasal Drip
Section 02: "The Juice Bar"

Ginyu hung up the phone and shouted out of nowhere, "Well, boys, we have our first case!!" This took the other members off-guard, and caused a bit of pandemonium; Burter spilled his coffee all over his only suit, Jeice lost his arm wrestling competition to Recoome, and Guldo..wet his pants.

"Oh, thanks a lot, Ginyu! Look at this mess!" Guldo took out his handkercheif and dabbed at the wet area of his pants.

"Like you weren't going to do that anyway.", Ginyu retorted. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, we've got a potential work-related physical trauma case. I'll be meeting the client tommorow at Arnie's Juice Bar in Angel Grove."

Jeice spat on the floor. "Where in bloody 'ell is Angel Grove?!"

"It's just a twenty minute drive. You guys are coming with me, but you'll have to get your own table."

"Why?! Don't you trust us, Ginyu?!", Burter snarled. The Captain laughed.

"Come on, fellas! He might be scared of a bunch of monsters like you!"

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The next day, the Ginyu Force hopped in their all-purpose mini-van and made the short trip to Angel Grove. They arrived at Arnie's Juice Bar and got out of the car. Ginyu prepped his team.

"Who are we?!" Ginyu asked/ shouted. The answer was a resounding "The Ginyu Force!!!" from all members.

"Good. I'm going in. You guys will come in... say, five minutes from now. I'm off!" Ginyu walked into the bar armed with his briefcase.

"Hmmm... now, where's our William...?" Ginyu noticed a lanky lad with glasses and a constant stream of mucous running from his nose. "Ah."

Ginyu walked over to William, who stood up and shook his hand. They both sat down, and Ginyu opened his briefcase. William spoke first.

"I ordered us thome thelery thaketh, ith that okay?"

"Uh, sure. Now, let's go over your defense."

"Okay. I've developed a perthonally harmful and expenthive ditheathe from the lining in the Power Ranger helmetth, which ith cotton. I, being extremeley allergic to any and all formth of cotton, wath not aware of thith until I wath completley afflicted with my potht-nathal drip."

"Good, good, that's good! Now, do you have any evidence?" Evidence was key in a case like this. Key!

"You betcha, thir!" William pulled a brown paper bag from underneath the table and began pulling items out of it. "Let'th thee... I've got the helmet, the helmet retheipt, my medical recordth, a dated videotape of my induction into the Power Rangerth, and a jar of my own mucouth."

"He he... we'll just leave that here. But the other stuff... great work. We've got this case in the bag! Now, all we have to do is take this to a court, and we win!"

The rest of the Ginyu Force, who had been sitting at the bar disguised in panchos, all jumped up and shouted in joy, losing their sombreros in the process.