Ok, here is the next chapter. Right now it will be a lot of the 'Law' shows, because that is what we started with. Afterwards, we began to create different shows for different games. So be patient, if you are waiting for your favorite Final Fantasy characters. They will be in here. Again, these are older stories.

Here we go!

It's time for FFIII Law Hollywood Style

Cast:

Bailiff-Locke

Judge- Geshtal

Defendant-Terra

Defense-Edgar, Cyan, and Shadow

Prosecution-Kefka,

Guests-Sabin, Relm, and 'O.J. Simpson'

Judge Gestal enters the room and Locke stands up. "Hear Ye, Hear Ye, the court is now in session."

"Bring in the next case." Gestal settles into his recliner chair.

Locke reads out the claim. "Terra Branford, a parking ticket for 50 GP. Do you wish to pay or proceed with a trial."

Terra rummages through her purse for her checkbook. "I-" Suddenly, the courtroom bursts open and Edgar stands there pointing at Gestal as if her were the accused. "Objection Your Honor! This person is critically innocent and I shall see to it that she is appointed innocent and set free from this misunderstanding!" He bounds into the room and sits himself by Terra. She looks appalled.

(a murmur)

Gestal looks around the room furiously. "Bailiff! What is that murmur still doing in here…alive?" he growls.

"But- Your Honor, he shot the reporter." Edgar points out. Locke shakes his head slowly with disappointment. "I did not, I popped it, (moo)…"

Gestal slams his gavel."Order!" (Bam) "This is not a trial yet, Mr. Figaro."

Terra gets up and points to Edgar."Your Honor! That man was following me in the parking lot that day! I was so afraid he was going to jump me…I mean, his fake mustache was dangling off his upper lip. It was so horrifying."

"Order please! Ms. Branford, were you actually attacked by this man?" Gestal looks at Edgar disapprovingly.

Terra looks down. "Well, no. But he chased me across the lot until he tripped."

Edgar just sits and puts on his charming grin.A fart echoes through the court. Everyone turns around to the doors. Sabin is standing there."I came to watch." he says. He throughbutbumps into bailiff Locke.

"Ooof! Watch it chunky!" Locke rubs his arm. Sabin pays him no mind and finds a seat.

Gestal turns his attention back to Terra. "Let's proceed. Ms. Branford, will you pay or would you like a song and dance from these imbeciles?"

Before she can speak, Edgar stands up. "She MUST be trialed. For all we know the parking meter could have been broken."

"Go away!" she begs. A soda can fizzes and pops open. Everyone turns to Sabin who is taking a gulp. "SSSSLLLUUURRRP! Aaaah! Hi." Locke giggles uncontrollably in the background.

Gestal gives Sabin a glare as he speaks to his brother. "Mr. Figaro, what do you have to say to her accusations?"

"Your Honor, I have with me a witness." he responds.

(a murmur)

Gestal turns to Locke."Bailiff, kill it!"

The gun goes off. POP!

Locke opens his eyes and grins."I-I got it… I love being a TURTLE!"

"Bailiff, control yourself! You are not here to amuse! If you wish to intimidate people, do it with your popper."

Kefka grins."He's amusing me."

Gestal sighs and bangs the gavel. "Ugh! Mr. Figaro, what witness?" The happertop flings off and hits Locke out cold.

"O.J. Simpson Your Honor."

The name doesn't register at first and Gestal snaps out of his boredom. "O.J.- O.J. Simpson? What's he got to do with this?" he barks at the defense attourney.A paperclip lands in Geshtal's wig. Edgar is trying to hide his grin.

Gestal looks at him suspiciously."Is there something you wish to tell the court?"

Edgar can't speak, instead he cracks up with laughter.

"What's so funny?" he presses. Sabin lets out another fart. Edgar snaps out of his fit as if the gas broke the spell. "Your Honor, O J Simpson is here to see if PSQ will accept him again."

Kefka spins apencil lazily on the deskand leans on his other hand ashe speaks."Your Honor, may I point out to you that "Mr. Simpson" is not real?" He then points the pencil to the 'OJ Simpson'.

Gestal blinks "Oh? How so?"

Kefka sits up and snorts. "Oh, please. You mean to tell me you did not see the mesh wiring under his polyester afro?"

Gestal away embarrassed. "Oh, I did… uh yeah."

"Your Honor, we request your permission to screw off his head."

Gestalshrugs and then nods."Actually, I think we would all like to see that."

Edgar nods quickly. "That's right, rip the sucker's head off- I mean, hey that's my dummy. You know I paid an artist a lot of money to look like him." Meanwhile Terra is busy writing out a check.

Kefka walks over and with one swift movement, twists the dummy's head off. It drops and rolls to the floor. "You see? He did it again! This is junk! Garbage! Trash!" Kefka pushes itover and startsjumping all over the dummy.

"Order!" Gestal bangs a rubber gavel.(Honk, Honk!) Everyone looks up at him in surprise. He looks back at them helplessly as he does not know what happened to his original gavel. Locke wakes up slowly. "Everybody please…" Gestal begs.

Suddenly, Relm walks into the court. "May I interrupt for a moment?"

Gestal leans over and looks down at the girl. "Yes?" She gets up and jumps onto his stand then pulls out a magnet. She dragsit through Gestal's wig and pulls out paperclips. Lots of them. "Huh? Wh-what's the meaning of all this!" he sputters.

"It came with the wig Your Honor." Edgar remarks. Both Defense and Prosecution break out in laughter.

"Order!" (Honk!)

"Make that three boiled eggs." Edge pops and remarks. Relm gasps. "It's that defendant, sir."

Gestal waves her away. "I'm too busy."

"Your Honor, I would like to bring Sabin Figaro up to the stand." Edgar states.

Sabin sits down at The Stand. "What were you doing at the scene of the crime?" Edgar questions the younger brother.

"Watching Terra's car."

Edgar looks at him perplexed. "Why were you watching her car?"

Sabin shrugs. "I dunno, it was one of those times were you kinda zone out and you fixate on something and just stare and stare and stare and you can't stop."

Edgar nods slowly. "Ooookay…."

Kefka snaps up quickly. "Wait a minute! I know it's not my place to ask, but if you were watching Terra's car, how come you didn't get a ticket?"

Sabin looks at him with wonder. "So that's what that little paper was…"

Edgar slaps him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm here for you bro."

Sabin looks down depressed. "Oh,darn."

Geshtal slaps his forehead. "This is politically incorrect! Ms. Branford, what do you have to say about this- Ugh!" He is suddenlyhit with Terra's checkbook. She bolts for the door.

"Wait!" Edgar gets up and chases after her.

Terra screams and runs away.

Case closed

Notes- I think by now Locke's intelligence is beginning to fade. I don't know why though. Please don't ask what a happertop is… It must be a made up thing in their world. Whatever it is, it made Judge Gestal's gavel honk.

Next time!

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