Narrator: This is the courtoom of Judge Trudy. When you have a beef, don't take the law into your own hands... ...take it to Judge Trudy. Okay.
(A young mid-teen boy and his jet-black long-haired mom enter the courtroom)
The Bailiff: Everyone up! Let's get this show on' the road!
(Everyone stands, and Judge Trudy enters the courtroom)
Alright, everyone. Please sit down, it's time for my favorite time of the day. Now... Johnny Olaf... I hear that you are suing your mother here, Dana Olaf.
Johnny: That's right your honor.
Judge Trudy: And what seems to be the charge?
Johnny Olaf: Well, I was in my room playing video games and just having fun, when suddenly...
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...she made me go to bed!
Judge Trudy: Uggghhh...! ...Mrs. Olaf, please explain to me why this is?
Mrs. Olaf: Well, see your honor...
(Judge Trudy slams her gavel!)
Judge Trudy: Ma'am, don't bore me to death. Just get to the cherry.
Bailiff (giggle): 'Cherry.' That's a good one.
Judge Trudy: Thank you.
Mrs. Olaf: Well, it was 4 am, he'd been playing all day, and it was time to go to sleep. Kids need rest.
(Judge Trudy slams her gavel!)
Judge Trudy: And you need repercussions!
(Once more!)
I hearby sentence Mrs. Olaf to a boxing match with a professional "Boxing Lobster!"
Dana: What!?
A giant red lobster wearing red boxing gloves and white boxing shorts enters into the courtroom, grapples Mrs. Olaf, and carries her out.
Mrs. Olaf: Ow...Hey?! Hey?!
Judge Trudy: BYE!
(Judge Trudy slams her gavel!)
Judge Trudy: Next case!
Narrator: The litigates for our next case are entering the courtoom. I wish I could fly...
(Johnny makes his way out, as a young blonde 5th grade enters the courtoom with his teacher)
Judge Trudy: Alright, now, Steven Crayon...
(The Bailiff starts cracking up, trying to hold his self together. Judge Trudy gives him a glare.)
Bailiff (clears throat): I'm sorry.
Judge Trudy: Now, Steven. I hear that you are holding a complaint against your teacher, (looks down at the report) Mrs. Barlow.
Steven: Yes, your honor. That's right.
Judge Trudy: Alright, and what seems to be the problem here?
Steven: Well, she made me sit out for recess!
(The whole audience gasps)
Judge Trudy: Uhhhuuuugghhh...
Mrs. Barlow (with a country'ish accent and calmly): Judge Trudy, I have a very good reason for this.
Judge Trudy (arms folded): I'm waiting...
Mrs. Barlow: Well, you see, he kept mockin' me during class, wouldn't do his work, got up and left the room without my permission, and then at lunch, he took his carton of milk and dumped it on' my head, saying "it's ridiculous that we have to drink milk..."
Judge Trudy: ...And for 'that,' you made him sit out for recess?
Mrs. Barlow: Well it seemed like the right thing to do.
Judge Trudy: Ma'am, what subject do you teach, math?
Mrs. Barlow: Science.
Judge Trudy (shrug): Same thing.
Bailiff (laughing): That's true!
Judge Trudy: Do you understand the geometrics of straightness?
Mrs. Barlow: ...Yes?
Judge Trudy: Yea, I didn't think so, ma'am. Clearly, your head is not screwed on tight.
Mrs. Barlow: But...
Judge Trudy: 'But' you lose...
(Judge Trudy slams her gavel!)
Judge Trudy: I find in favor of the Plaintiff, Mr. Crayon, owed by Mrs. Barlow in the amount of... hmm...? recess? Let's see (sarcastically)... (fastly) uhh...? Six million dollars!
(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)
Mrs. Barlow (surprised and country'ish): Judge Trudy, this is ridiculous... I don't have that kind of...
(Judge Trudy slams her gavel once more!)
Judge Trudy: Overruled! ...Bai...liff!
The Bailiff (chuckling): Always a pleasure!
(The Bailiff pulls down the right-side lever in the courtoom, releasing a giant blob of spoiled milk down onto Mrs. Barlow, completely stunning her in the process)
Judge Trudy: Yea... you're welcome!
(Judge Trudy slams her gavel)
Judge Trudy: Court dismissed! Bring out my favorite dancers...
(The Dancing Lobsters enter the courtoom as everyone gets up and celebrates along with Steven Crayon, around a frustrated milk-covered Mrs. Barlow. Judge Trudy has left.)