10:07

"We're halfway there," Mac pulled the next case. "This is number 176. People call John Doe."

"That's not his real name, I bet." Harry looked over.

"Wait till you hear this," Mac grinned as a longhaired fellow came up to the bench. "The police arrested him for standing in the middle of traffic."

"And why would you do that?" Harry turned to the prisoner.

"I was preparing to be picked up by a ship from my home planet to rejoin my wife and son." The fellow answered.

"And you are?" Dan glared at this person.

"Mork from Ork." He whipped his hand out. "Nanoo-nanoo."

"Right," Dan turned grinning to Harry. "Harry, why do we get the weirdos?!"

"A little time in the laughing academy?" Mac knew the number by heart.

"Defense?"

"Well," Christine looked at Mork grinning at her. "Let's beam him up."

"Beaming up." Harry picked up his gavel.

"Delay that Order!"

"Excuse me?" Harry looked up and saw two guys in black suits. One was a dark haired older gentlemen and the other was a younger black man with a thin mustache. They looked like they belonged in a Barry Sonnefield movie.

"Yo, Kay." Mork recognized them. "Yo, Jay."

"This person is under my jurisdiction." The older gentleman called Kay responded. "His rights fall under my protection. If you'll sign him over to me."

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to see papers giving you permission to take him." Harry looked across.

"Papers?" Jay started as he and his partner whipped out sunglasses to wear and then small pens. "Right here." A flash of light from both of their pens blinded both the staff and the people in the courtroom as Kay exchanged the file in Mac's hand. Harry and his staff blinked twice as they wondered what was going on to them.

"Your honor," Kay started to make up new events for them after the brainwashing. "I changed my mind; I'd rather drop the charges."

"What?" Harry looked around. "Oh, uh, yes, Mister..." He looked at the file. "Smith. Well, the next time you and your brother get into a fight, please keep it at home."

"We'll do that." Kay and Jay escorted Mork out.

"I love it when you guys do that!" Mork replied.

"Yeah, right." Kay led the way back out as Bull stopped Jay.

"When can I join the team?" He asked. "I've sent my application in twelve times!"

"Bull," Jay peeked over his glasses with the presence of Will Smith. "You have to pass the test."

"Could you at least say hello to Zed for me?" Bull beamed back and Jay departed. Bull took his spot back and stood watching the proceeding with himself at attention. Roz looked at the big bald bailiff.

"What was that about?" She asked.

"What was what about?" Bull looked at her.

"Uhhh," Harry tried to get his bearings. "Mac? Uhhh, next."

"What?" Mac looked down. "Oh yeah, more repeat offenders."

"What?!" Dan responded. "Who is it this time?!!"

"I'll give you a hint." Mac was not happy to see these people. "The patrol car that picked them up blew up. The jail was hit by lightning five times while they were here. The air-conditioning froze the water heater in the floor beneath them..."

"Hello," A nasally voice answered. "It's us again."

"Bob and June Wheeler…." Harry slumped back as Dan and Christine stepped away from them than to get hit by their bad luck. These people had been through his court seven times in his career and once even once owned the counter in the cafeteria. Unfortunately, once they had realized they had been ripped off, they had tried getting their money back by charging the items for twenty-five times they were worth. What scared Harry the most was that he had never saw the daughter again they once had when they first appeared in his court. He looked at them a bit annoyed by the bad luck they seemed to attract. "Why? Why are you here this time?"

"Their RV blocked the Lincoln Tunnel into New Jersey." Dan answered. "It took hours to take it apart."

"Just before the gas exploded." Bob answered.

"Thank goodness the broken pipe put out the fire." June added.

"It was so pretty when it all froze over." Bob looked up.

"Defense." Harry turned to Christine.

"Uh," Christine thought they were so pathetic as she checked her file. "Oh, uh, Mrs. Wheeler has cousins coming to pick them up."

"Yep," June looked up forlornly. "They have a cafe for us to sleep in."

"It'll be like a dream come true." Bob looked to the ceiling.

"What... cousins?" Dan was afraid to ask.

"Hi, I'm Larry," A figure poked through with two dim-witted brothers. "This is my brother, Darryl, and that's my other brother, Darryl."