As Owen sat down on the chair, the defense attorney walked up to him. Owen quickly took off his hat and rose his right hand assuming that he was gonna go through the whole thing all over again, luckily it wasn't the case.

"Were you in the Black Bottom Café at the night of February the 13th?" He asked,

"Soitenly!" Owen said cheerfully while snapping his fingers. Meanwhile Cody and Harold were starting a game of tic-tac-toe using chalk and were writing on the bench.

"Did you, at the time, see the defendant Miss Lindsay Bailey in any way shape or form commit or try to commit bodily harm to the deceased Kirk Robin?"

"I object Your Honor," the district attorney interrupted, "Counsel is trying to lead the witness!"

"Objection sustained," the judge said and the district attorney sat down, right onto Cody and Harold's game. This made them both equally cross.

"Mr. McCord did you see Ms. Lindsay Bailey in physical fight with Kirk Robin?" The district attorney became suspicious, and stood up revealing the tic-tac-toe game was printed on his backside

"If it pleases the court," he began, as Cody and Harold quickly finished their game on his pants, "May I suggest Counsel be instructed to allow the witness to testify to what he saw." He turned around to see what was going on behind him, and Cody and Harold pretended like nothing happened.

"I say Jasper, what comes after 75?" Cody asked while disguising his voice,

"76," answered Harold,

"That's the spirit," said Cody before he and Harold chuckled to each other. The attorney turned back around, unaware of what happened. The judge nodded his head approvingly,

"Request granted, proceed with the testimony."

"Mr. McCord kindly tell the court what you know about the murder of Kirk Robin." The defense attorney asked Owen, who turned to looked at the judge.

"Well it was like this Mr. Court," began Owen before was interrupted,

"Address the judge as Your Honor," the attorney said in a low voice,

"Well it was like this My Honor." Owen began again, the attorney got so flustered he raised his voice a smidge.

"YOUR Honor, not MY Honor!"

"Why? Don't you like him?" Owen asked cluelessly, the judge himself was trying not to chuckle himself.

"Allow the witness to process, the court understands him."

"Thanks Courty, you're a pal!" Owen said gleefully, the judge suddenly looked grim although he set a bull loose through a china shop.

"Well me and my pals, we're musicians." Owen began, "we were tearing up some hot swing music in the orchestra, Lindsay was swinging the fans!" To demonstrate he wiggled his legs, however the jury was absolutely baffled and confused of the slang Owen was spewing out. "Her sweetie Kirk Robin was inhaling a bottle of hooch at a table and a hoofer by the name of Buck Wing was beginning to shake his tootsies!" The defense attorney was not amused and said firmly,

"Kindly speak English and drop the vernacular." Owen was puzzled and looked at his derby hat,

"Vernacular? That's a derby!" He pointed at it, the attorney repeated it again.

"Drop the vernacular!" And Owen dropped his hat and it landed with a THUD! The attorney was getting annoyed, "No no, not that! Talk so the jury can understand!"

"Is everybody dumb!?" Owen said incredulously, he immediately stood up and came to the judge's bench. "Say judgy, if you let me and my partners and Lindsay kind of act out for you. We'll show you just what happened." The judge looked to his left,

"If Counsel doesn't object that's an excellent idea."

"No objections." The district attorney said,

"No objections." The defense attorney repeated,

"No objections?!" Owen said happily, he snapped his fingers and clapped his hand twice before chuckling before heading towards Cody, Harold and Lindsay. "Okay, Lindsay!" He said triumphantly.

Lindsay went near the judge's bench and unzips her coat revealing a one piece swimsuit that had a plunging neckline and showed off her long legs. The clerk was watching from behind and his jaw dropped. A bunch of men in the jury moved up to get a closer look at Lindsay. The clerk tried to focus on his work but his eyes were deadlocked on Lindsay. Cody held a baton in his hand and blew into a mouth harmonica, Harold played on a violin and Owen clicked spoons together. Cody stamped his feet three times before they played their instruments. As they played, Lindsay danced by moving her hips and wiggling her arms. One juror drummed his finger to the beat as his supposed wife gave him a stink eye but he paid no heed and continued. As the music continues and Lindsay continued to wiggle and flaunt her curves, the judge turned pale of the chaos unfolding in the courtroom.

Soon Owen replaced his spoons with a bass fiddle that was taller than him. Using a bow he swung it back and forth until was caught in the strings and when he tried to pull on it, the bow shot away and landed in the clerk's mouth. The clerk crossly pulled the bow out and Owen spun the bass around before hitting him in the stomach. Harold was playing the violin so elegantly as he was playing with the bow, the bow snatched the clerk's toupee and whisked it away but the clerk didn't notice anything, he was too fascinated by Lindsay. As Harold pulled the bow with the toupee and he freaks out and yells out.

"A tarantula!" He decides to play a joke by putting on Cody's body, this causes Cody to freak out and they try to shake it off the bow. Cody got the "tarantula" off the bow with his foot, as he was about to stomp it Owen grabbed a hammer off the table and accidentally hit Cody's foot. Cody angrily slapped Owens face, "What's the matter with you!?" He barked, the court officer ran over wondering what's all the ruckus. Cody grabbed his gun and fired at the "tarantula", the noise alerted the clerk who immediately noticed his toupee was gone.

"I killed him." Cody said, the officer grabbed the gun back.

"What's the matter with you?" He fumed, the jury looked over to see what was all the commotion.

"Oh, a field mouse!" Owen said, Harold carefully picked it up with his violin bow.

"Stand back," he warned, "it's liable to bite ya." Cody picked it up and looked at it in disbelief,

"Tarantula?" He said sarcastically, "shot five holes in a divot." He smacked Harold in the back of the head, "get outta here, go on!" He examined it closer, "wasted five good slugs in a..." The clerk angrily grabbed his toupee back and put it make on his head and said furiously,

"I'll sue you for this!"

"Oh superstitious, eh?" Cody mocked,

"Oh, vici kid" Owen muttered, the judge spoke in a serious no-nonsense voice.

"Gentlemen, you must control your killing instincts. Process with the testimony, please."

"Proceed!" Cody snapped at Owen and conked him on the head with the baton.

"Ow!" Owen yelped before making a high-pitched whine. Cody blew on his mouth harmonica and Owen played his bass fiddle. After a brief dance from Lindsay with involved her shaking her legs and chest while clapping her hands. The music came to an end and she bowed gracefully.

"That was sure hot Cody!" Owen said and slapped Cody on the back which made Cody accidentally swallow his harmonica. Every time Cody tried to take a breath, the harmonica played a note. "Hey Harold," beckoned Owen, Harold ran over. "Listen!" They both poked Cody in the ribs, each time made the harmonica play a note. Owen grabbed Cody's left arm and Harold squeezed Cody's ribs, as Cody's arm went down and up they managed to play Ach Du Lieber Augustin making the jury howl uproariously in laughter. Cody released his arms and looked like a volcano about to erupt until Owen gave him a hard kick in the rear making him cough up the harmonica. "You got it!" Owen said cheerfully, Cody was less than amused. So was the judge,

"Please omit the rest of the entertainment and continue." He said firmly.