Banging his gavel several times to silence the jury, the judge turned to Prosecutor Disco Bear and cried, "M-Mr. Bear? What is the meaning of this? How...how can the killer be this 'Nutty' person?" Disco Bear was sweating bullets as he exclaimed, "You see, Your Honor, only one person in all of Happy Tree Village has lime-green fur AND a bushy tail...and that's Nutty, our resident nut case!"

Neither the judge nor the jury seemed to be understanding all this any better. "B-B-But...Mr. Bear, does this mean that Ms. Flaky's testimony is false? W-What...just what is going on here?" Lumpy wasn't really sure what was happening either, but he decided his best bet would be just to roll with it. 'Just look pretty and smirk like you know something...'

"I-I'm not sure what's going on either, Your Honor! However...since Nutty is one of our witnesses, I believe we should call him up to the stand and hear his testimony. It's the only thing we can do as of now..." Disco Bear replied hopelessly. He looked ready to smash his face against the wall at any second.

The sound of the judge's gavel suddenly rang through the court room. Turning to the baliff, he exclaimed, "Baliff...please bring Mr. Nutty to the stand!"

An awkward feeling of confusion filled the room when Nutty came up to the stand. For some reason...he was calm. Both of Nutty's eyes wereclearly focused, his fur was devoid of any sugary treats, and he looked more serious than he ever had in his whole life. It was like this was a whole different person.

It took about a minute for Disco Bear to force himself to finally ask, "Err...witness, you ARE Mr. Nutty, aren't you...?" The air in the courtroom seemed a lot stiffer than before.

This lime-green squirrel sitting in the witness chair nodded and replied in a strange dignified voice, "Yes, believe it or not, I AM Nutty. The reason I am like this is because I have finally cured myself of my sugar addiction. About two years visiting a psychiatrist weekly aided me in my search to become my own person again. I had been fully cured about a month ago..."

Slamming his hands on his desk, Lumpy said, "I have no idea what you're talking about, but I think it would be best if you got on with your testimony, Mr. Nutty!" The judge agreed with Lumpy's statement, so Nutty began his description on what happened the day of the murders.

"Well," Nutty began, "I remember I was busy looking for my...my pencil when I heard a scream. Turning around, I saw Flippy tear off Sniffles' head and rip out the guts inside. Blood and pieces of flesh were flying everywhere. I tried to run away, but everything was happening so fast. Then...I remember being hit in the face with something white...and that was it..."

Nodding his head gently, the judge said, "So...it sounds like you had lost consciousness as well. Okay, Mr. Moose...you may begin your cross-examination..."

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CROSS EXAMINATION

-- What Happened --

At the moment, Lumpy could only notice two odd parts in Nutty's testimony. "Witness...When you said you were looking for your 'pencil', you hesitated a bit? Why is that?"

Before Nutty could answer, Disco Bear slammed his hand on his desk and exclaimed, "OBJECTION! WHAT DOES IT MATTER HERE? MAYBE HE JUST STUTTERED A BIT ON ACCIDENT!"

"OBJECTION! WHY DON'T YOU LET THE WITNESS ANSWER THE QUESTIONS?" Lumpy shouted back, his knuckles white from being clenched so much. Turning to the blue moose attorney, Nutty replied, "Well...I was looking for my pencil. There's no way you can prove I did something else, right?"

Smirking, Lumpy reached into his suitcase and pulled out his evidence: a simple pencil. "I had the prints checked on this pencil," Lumpy said (Actually, he's lying about the prints), "And this...is your pencil! If you were so busy looking for your pencil, you would have found it because...it was lying right in the middle of the ground! Anyone with eyes would have been able to notice it stand out on that dull-looking rug!"

Nutty let out an angry cry and the jury burst out into talking amongst each other once again. As the judge banged his gavel demanding silence, Disco Bear shouted, "Lumpy! Then...what do you imply the witness was searching for?"

Unfortunately for the bear prosecutor, Lumpy had just the evidence he needed. Quickly reaching into his pocket, Lumpy pulled out a small piece of chocolate. The moment it was unveiled in the moose's palm (not the hand he uses to point at people), Nutty began to grow very fidgety all of the sudden. He just couldn't seem to keep still; he even started muttering to himself.

"Come on..." Lumpy coaxed, "Take it...I know you want it..." Before the judge could ask exactly what was going on, a loud crunching noise filled the courtroom. Nutty was chewing on something brown...and blue...and red. Lumpy, who now had only one arm, smirked and exclaimed, "Do you see that, Your Honor? He is not cured of his addiction! He bit my own godforsaken' arm off for a stupid piece of chocolate!"

"And...your point is...?" The judge asked, completely ignorant to the fact that Lumpy may soon die from excessive blood loss. Disco Bear, however, seemed to have gone pale.

Still feeling as energetic as ever, Lumpy exclaimed, "The point, Your Honor, is that the witness has been lying! Also...do you recall what the room of the murders was covered in besides blood and guts? It was...SUGAR! So...NUTTY KILLED EVERYONE...TO DEVOUR THE SUGAR THAT GOT ONTO THEIR BODIES JUST TO FILL HIS ADDICTION FOR SWEETS! NUTTY IS THE REAL MURDERER!"