Needless to say, Jack Spicer was not happy to have Chase Young enter, especially in so rude a fashion. "You're paying for that," He warned, pointing at the smashed windows and obliterated door.
"It is not I who will be paying, Spicer." Chase Young replied.
"What's all this then?" The judge demanded, twirling his pistol around his fingers impatiently. "Now, I reckon that nobody's told you, but this here's a court of law, and as such you got no right to do this. Not with all the bargin' in and the threatenin' and--,"
"I am well within my rights to be here." Chase interrupted. "I was summoned by Omi as his…er…defense counsel. Isn't that right?"
Omi blinked. A hundred (well, just two) thoughts were racing about in his head. What was going on here? Why was Chase Young trying to help him? He decided to put all those thoughts aside. "Y-yes. I did call Chase Young here…for the…"
Judge Roy Bean furrowed his brow. "Well, I guess you can do that 'defense' stuff…but make it fast and clean, alright?"
"I won't promise that." Chase responded. He snapped his fingers, beckoning one of his fierce feline accomplices forward. It was pushing a cart filled with old VHS tapes. Chase lifted one into the air. It was entitled 'The Journey of a Thousand Miles'.
"What are you doing?" Jack Spicer demanded.
"This was not part of our original calculations, Mr. Spicer, sir." The Lawyer-bots chirped.
Somehow, Chase had managed to procure a television set and a VCR. He dimmed the lights using Heylin magic (instead of just using the light switch) and put the tape into the VCR.
"Since when did we have a tape being made of our first adventure together?" Omi asked Master Fung.
Chase fast-forwarded through most of the tape until he reached a particular scene. It was set in San Francisco, and it was a worm's eye view of the scene where Jack Spicer was retrieving the Mantis Flip Coin. Omi asked him to relinquish the Shen Gong Wu for safe-keeping. Jack responded by unleashing his Jack-bots on them.
"Aha!" Omi said. "It was Jack Spicer who started the aggression, not us. I was polite."
Jack Spicer groaned. He was afraid that something like this would happen. "Lawyer-bots! Fast forward to the part where Cueball steals my Two-Ton Tunic."
The robots quickly did so.
"Hey, that was not stealing!" Omi protested. "The Two-Ton Tunic was just lying there."
"Just as the Mantis Flip Coin was just lying there." 1.0 pointed out.
The tape kept going until it reached the showdown between Jack Spicer and Omi for the Eye of Dashi. Both of them were remembering what had happened during that showdown.
"We...uh...we don't need to see that, right?" Jack mumbled. "I mean, we already know what happened...well...uh..."
"Oh, it's quite all right with me." Omi said, lounging.
After the showdown was over, Chase put in another tape entitled 'Like a Rock'.
"That's the one with that stupid mime." Jack muttered. "We definitely don't want to see this."
"Was this not also the episode in which you had your 'hiney kicked' by my friend, Clay?" Omi asked. "Yes, I remember it clearly now. You hired a mime to incapacitate my friends and I, but you forgot Clay. Then you challenged him for the Fist of Tebigong and lost to his slow-and-steady method of fighting."
Jack Spicer said nothing.
"Yes, that was a most amusing adventure." Omi replied as Chase Young played many more tapes, including the one when Omi went New York, the one where Jack Spicer brought their dreams to life, and the one where he read their minds using the Mind Reader Conch.
"Objection!" 2.0 shouted. "Relevance!"
"Say what now?" Judge Roy Bean replied.
"What does this have to do with the trial? About Master Fagin here--," The robot glared at Master Fung with beady digital eyes. "--allowing his pupils to willfully and maliciously brutalize this nice, sweet, gentle young man here with absolutely no provocation."
"No provocation?" Chase Young demanded. "Look at the tapes!"
"Tapes...can be doctored." 2.0 said evasively.
"Yeah. Yeah!" Judge Roy Bean said. "That ain't nothing but Photoshop! You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Scary Heylin warlock lizard guy!"
Chase Young began cleaning his nails absently, apparently unaware of what was going on.
"Bailiff, throw this man outta this here courthouse before he obstructs justice any further!" The judge ordered.
Chase flexed his fingers and began pointing them, one by one, at Jack Spicer. A spark of green light began to jump from fingertip to finger tip until it reached the very tip of his index finger.
"What're you doing?" Jack stammered as the light became brighter and brighter. At that point, he realized that Chase Young was probably going to disintegrate him. Maybe he shouldn't have stole those Capture-bots from him. And maybe he shouldn't have trapped him in the Sphere of Yun that other time. Yeah...
"Look!" Omi exclaimed. Jack squealed as Chase Young's threatening glow became almost blinding. He jumped out of his wheelchair, pulling off his neck brace and screaming for assistance with tearing off his cast.
"I really don't think that you should--," Lawyer-bot 3.0 began.
"He's gonna turn me into evil boy genius soup!" Jack screamed. 3.0 sighed and slid open his chest-compartment. Three mechanized saws came out of its chest, slicing apart the cast and allowing Jack to run around, screaming like a madman. He pulled off two cartwheels, a somersault, and ended up dangling from a tapestry hanging behind Judge Roy Bean's head.
"What are you doing?" The judge snapped.
"Chase Young is going to turn me into--," Jack began again, then he realized Chase wasn't even there any more. Neither was his army of cats or his VHS tapes. He had left the TV, though.
"Get back to your seat so that the jury can render their decision." Judge Roy Bean commanded.
Jack looked down at the floor, which was almost two feet below his ankles. "I'm scared." He whimpered.
"You can fly." Omi pointed out.
The evil boy genius realized this as well, and activated his heli-bot to allow him to fly back over to his side.
"We get closing statements." 1.0 chimed in at that point.
Judge Roy Bean coughed. "Yeah. Closing statements. Go ahead. But make it short; I have a golf game with my brother, Langtry, and it starts in an hour."
"We won't need 5 minutes." 1.0 said ominously, and it walked out in front of the jury.
