Harvey Birdman

"Mister Birdman, so glad you can make it." The Warden of Superjail greets the attorney. "I assure you that your client has had nothing but the upmost dignified treatment during his stay with us."

"HELP! I COULDN'T BE IN ANYMORE PAIN!" A voice cries out from down the green mile.

"That's Shaman... He's new here. Let me show you to your client."

"Harvey?" Space Ghost asks as Birdman enters the interrogation room.

Harvey noticing that his client and old friend was cuffed to the table.

"Space Ghost? What have they done to you?"

"I... I'm not sure. It's been so long since I've seen the light. And worse of all," Space Ghost then phases through the cuffs to point to the tip of his nose, "I have this itch on my nose that I can't get to."

"That's horrible. Such inhumane treatment."

"It's alright." Space Ghost assures Birdman as he reapplies his cuffs. "This is the treatment a criminal deserves."

"Are you certain you've, uh... you know. Done the *Shick* to Zorak?" Harvey asks while dragging a finger across his throat.

"His head was fried. Nothing short of my Power Bands could have done that. Plus, you know our history."

"Boy do I." Harvey then zones out as he reflects on Space Ghost's and Zorak's history together. Here they are fighting, using stock footage from the original Space Ghost cartoon. Here they are learning to fish together after being stranded on a deserted island. Here they are Tag Teaming Geegee- I mean, doing taxes together!

"You may as well back out now, Harvey. Even I can see my future. Despite how dim it is."

"Another lawyer would give up on a client that is dead set on admitting to the crime he's accused of and points out the motivation and ability to do so, but not HARVEY BIRDMAN, ATTORNEY AT LAW!" Harvey states while steping up onto the table of the interrogation room, failing to see he was standing on Space Ghost's hand. "Though I will look into lighter sentencings as a back up. You still have your one phone call, be sure to make it count."

"Do you... Do you think I really...?"

"Of course not. I've known you far too long to give up on you the moment bad news hits."

"Then maybe... Just maybe, there is hope for me yet. GUARD! I want my one phone call!"

Space Ghost

"At a payphone, trying to call home..." Space Ghost hums while standing at the phone, awaiting for the other end to be answered.

"Hey, it's Brak here. I couldn't make it to the phone so please leave a message at the, *INHALES* Beeeeeeeep."

"Darn it. Brak! It's Space Ghost. I just wanted to see if... well I don't expect you to be but, if you're still in my corner. I mean, The trumpet player on the Conan Show wouldn't leave O' Brian if he was accused of decapitating Andy, right? You're stil-"

"I'm sorry but your time is up. Please have a nice day and try not to farahahahahaha!"

"What the?"

"Gotcha!" Brak shouts on the other end.

"Brak? You there?"

"Boy I got you good Space Ghost. I was all like "Mister Brak can't make it to the phone, may I take a message?" and you were all like "Dho, that Brak! Always got places to be and people to see." Like anyones more important than my bestest friend in the whole world."

"Yeah... really walked into that one on my five minute call. Which I'm three minutes into by now." Space Ghost says as a guard looms next to him. "Before I go, can I count on you to testify on my behalf in court? I mean, you knew the both of us."

"Well yeah, Space Ghost. What are friends for? It's just like the song goes!"

"You can take me back to my cell now." Sapce Ghost tells the guard.

Trial, Day 1

"All rise for the honorable Judge Murdok." Sheriff Sharif announces

"That's Mentok you... Oh forget it." The Mind-Taker whines. "Be seated. So who's on triahahahaha!?" Mentok asks in a pleasently surprised tone upone seeing who it was in the defense chair. "Space Ghost! I heard about you. Never thought I'd be the one deciding your fate. Tell, me are you consumed with fear by the fact that I, Mentok the Mind-Taker, am master of your destiny!? The one who shall decide on whether you walk free or live in chains!"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Space Ghost answers.

Mentok then looks down to him, his expression turning dull upon realizing that Space Ghost did not recognize him, and sits back down. "Let's just start the trial. Prosecutors, state your case!" Mentok was met with no answer. "Prosecutors!" He then glances over to the plantiff's chair to see it's empty. "Alright, who's running late? Like seriously, you have one job! Though, win or loose the lawyer still gets paid. I should really consider a change in profession."

"WAIT!" A voice shouts.

Everyone in the courtroom turns to the doors as they swing open and in flies, Birdgirl. Well, not so much flies but more of summersaulting her way across the room and landing atop of the Plantiff's Booth.

"I'm here!" Birdgirl announces, "Not because I want to be but so that justice may be served!" She then turns to the Jury, "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, I, much like you, must cast away my nostalgia goggles and judge one of our greatest former heroes-"

"And amature TV Show hosts" Peanut chimes in for a small cameo.

"As a man! As much as it pains me to say, I ask of you to not hold even Space Ghost up on an untouchable pedestal when he is faced with criminal charges. Instead, listen to the facts of both sides and judge accordingly during this, our shiniest of knights, darkest hour."

"Bravo!" Mentok says while giving a small round of applause. "Gonna be hard to follow that one up, huh Birdman."

"Judy?" Harvey shouts.

"You know her?" Space Ghost asks.

"She was my bosses daughter and former intern."

"That's good, right? You know all her tricks."

"Uh..."

"Uh means good, right?!" Space Ghosts asks again, his voice cracking under pressure.

"Don't worry Space Ghost." The two turn to see Brak seated behind them, leaning over to join in on their conversations.

"Brak?!" The duo said in surprise.

"The one and only. But don't worry guys, I hired the best crime fighting detective team a peigon with a quarter and note asking for help can get." Brak explained.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Seattle or New Jersey

"... He looks dead." The slurred speech of Meatwad mummbles out as he looks to a deceased pigeon in the backyard.

"It's not dead! He's just sleeping." Master Shake, holding a beebee gun in hand, corrects Meatwad. "You just gotta wake him up. Go on, touch him with your hands."

"He feels dead." Meatwad adds, holding the bird up with both arms.

"You'd feel a little stiff too, if you spent your whole day flying cross country just to be judged for falling out of the sky by a bag of BEEF!"

"But you shot him. You shot him with that gun you've been hitting Carl's house with while he's gone."

"Yeah. Look at how many windows he doesn't have anymore." Shake says proudly. "He's going to be FREEZING at night!"

"Yeah." Meatwad chuckles. "When do you think he'll be back?"

"I don't know, I'm not his keeper! Though, I do have this one way bus ticket to New Mexico for when he does return. But what do you tell him when he comes asking about what happened?"

"That I... I shot the windows..."

"Because...?"

"Cause I... I was stopping a booger."

"Burglar."

"Burger."

"Good! And you take full responsibility for your actions, as the hero you are. That's why I got you Mister Fluffels here, remember?"

"I think it's a Misses Fluffels. It got a big hole in it's chest. Women, they's the ones with holes, right?"

"Of course not! Maybe... Listen, I know what women got cause I've been with many of them! All of them wanting a piece of me. So you don't question me when I say I know what's a man or a woman! Now wake your bird up by giving her a big hug!"

"So it is a lady bird?"

"Shut it and hug it!"

"Okay..." Meatwad proceeds to hug his bird's corpse.

"Tighter! As tight as you can! It really needs to feel the love to wake up!" Shake continues to encourage the delusion.

Meatwad, giving it everything he has, then accidentally pops the birds head off it's body. Blood and feathers fly as Meatwad screams 'No' and Shake shouts 'Yes' while laughing.

"Mister and or Misses Fluffels!..." Meatwad cries as his lip quivers. "Hey, what's this?" He then completely changes in modd from sorrow to curiosity as our beef boy spots something shiney on the birds body.

"Probably just my beebee pellet. Return it to me so that I may end your suffering." Shake says while stroking his rifel.

"Hey! Hey look ya all! Fluffels left me a shiny quarter!"

"Oh! That's mine, thats super mine! I call dibs on it!"

"Nuh uh! The finder keepers law over rules the dibs calling verbal contract. That's a fact."

"Oh yeah!?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, I see there's only one way to solve this." Shake and Meatwad glare at each other.

"Indeed there is."

"FRYLOCK!" The two shout as they run inside.

Frylock

"What now?" Frylock utter under his breath while on his computer. The duo then charges into his room with the quarter and dead bird. "The hell you doin' with that bird in my room!?"

"Frylock, this little beef queef killed my bird and is trying to steal what was on it's person as a big middle finger to me and the justice system! Please, do the right thing and spank his ass to Tuesday!" Shake demands.

"That ain't what happen! You tol' me to hug Fluffels and then a quarter fell out of him. Then you said you call dibs, then I was like 'Nuh uh', then you was like 'Yeah huh', then we ran into Frylock's room with Fluffels body and you said-" Meatwad was then cut off as he was putted like a football across the room.

"Your voice is like the Coronavirus! It exsists and is harmeless but it doesn't mean anybody want's to have to deal with it!" Shake shouts.

"What's this?" Frylock asks as he inspects a paper tied to the birds foot.

"Is that a dollar bill? It's mine! I called dibs on it! You're all witnesses!"

"I witnessed Frylock find that dollar before you. Finder's Keepers." Meatwad adds as he rolls back up to the team.

"Then both belong to me! I killed the Mister Fluffels after all!" Shake shouts.

"You killed Mister Fluffels? I was touching that bird all over."

"That makes you a necrophile. You know how long they'll put you away for?!"

"Shoot, I can't go to prison. I wouldn't last a day. Ya- Ya can't tell no one!"

"Well I don't know. Aiding in such criminal behavior won't do me any good as a detective. But maybe if you made it worth my while." Shake answers while holding his hand out for the quarter.

"Oh my god..." Frylock interrupts.

"Oh, right. You're here too. We'll have to kill you." Shake states sarcastically.

"It's a note, pleading for help in a matter of life and death." Frylock reveals to the team. "And it's written in crayon."

"Dear something something Mystery Team,

Pleas help! My best friend is being accused of beheading my other best friend

and is currently on trial. You can see him on TV as the news is covering his case.

Please take this quarter as the first half of your payment and proove that my friend,

SPACE GHOST, was set up and help bring the true culprit to justice.

Sincerly yours, Brak."

"Team." Shake interjects. "An innocent man's life is in our hands. Our mission, if we choose to accept, is to prove his innocence AND GET ANOTHER FAT SHINY QUARTER! Who's with me!?" Shake asks while putting his hand out for a team huddle.

"I'm in. I got nothing better to do now that Mister Fluffels is dead." Meatwad holds his hand up to join the huddle.

"Well there are other ways to make money... But this will definitely put us on the map if we succeed!" Frylock joins.

"Aqua Force! MOVE OUT!"

The team then waits for the garage door to open up so that they may roll out in the Danger Cart. As fast as a single Meatwad could roll them.