Lane: Order, order in my courtroom! Rattrap please begin.

Rattrap: All I want is workers compensation for the loss of my legs in the line of work.

*Mysterious Hasbro Exec. In the corner is now snickering*

Lane: Rattrap do you have any more witnesses?

Rattrap: Does a rat like cheese?

Skir: I guess so, but our guys have their hands full dealing with other issues right now.

Rattrap: *to Skir* Do us all a favor and never talk to me again. I call Another Random Character Designer (ARCD) due to the fact that the other one passed out.

*A large man stands up and walks toward the front of the courtroom, but he trips, rolls, and lodges himself in the *

*Mysterious Hasbro Exec. In the corner is now shaking his head*

Lane: Sir, are you alright?

ARCD: Yes, this happens all the time.

Lane: What is your name sir?

ARCD: *looking around at himself* My I'm fat

Lane: Mr. Fat, are you sure that is your real name?

Fat: No, my name is Ralph.

Lane: Ralph, can we move on with you like that?

Ralph: Sure why not I.

Skir: Silverbolt and Rhinox?

Lane: Mr. Skir, that wasn't what we were talking about.

New assistant to Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner: *to Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner* Brilliant idea sir to drug Skir during the Recess.

*Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner is now laughing in his chair*

Lane: Moving on, Ralph why was Rattrap's legs replaced with wheels?

Ralph: To get new customers and reach a new market while sponging off all previous fans with toys they hate of their favorite characters.

Lane: I see, and would Rattrap's current position put him within the company guide lines for the disabled?

*Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner is now cackling*

New assistant to Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner: Sir every one is looking at you.

*Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner is now sitting quietly in the corner*

Ralph: I don't know they are seal for confidentiality upon our first day of work.

Lane: This doesn't help, would Rattrap's condition be permanent or temporary?

Skir: Both.

Lane: Mr. Skir how do you spell contempt.

Skir: with a capital "M"!

Rattrap: "M" for moron that is.

Lane: Do you know what contempt means?

Skir: Something bad, no doubt

Lane: Very good, now could you act intelligent and be quiet?

*Skir is now miming the first act of Hamlet*

Lane: Bailiff could you please restrain him.

*a voice comes from the back room*

Bailiff: I can't, do to Rattrap's appearance this is considered a Kiddy show.

Lane: And?

Bailiff: I can't carry a gun.

Rattrap: I know how you feel. Ever since they took my gun away I have just felt so naked.

*Skir is now miming out the Ghost Scene*

30 minutes latter Skir has fallen asleep after miming the second act of Hamlet, West-Side story, and the entire chronicles of the Iliad

Rattrap: Now may we move on?

Lane: Let us, now Ralph how many donuts do you eat a day?

Ralph: 20 or so each morning and 5 for lunch and diner it is part of the new Hasbro Exclusive gym plan.

Rattrap: I don't give my own skid plate what his snacking habits are.

Lane: Moving on. You may step down now Ralph or in your case roll away.

Ralph: I can't, I'm stuck.

A front-end loader, a Crane, a plow, three Oji boards, butter, and a liposuction machine later.

Lane: Do you have closing statements?

Skir: You'll see.

Lane: Can you please answer a question directly?

Skir: Yep.

Lane: Then can you please do so. Will you present a closing statement Mr. Skir on the behalves of you and Hasbro?

Skir: Sadly, we will!

Rattrap: Then do so already!

Skir: All will be revealed

Lane: Is that your closing statement?

Skir: Yep, sometimes I *do* answer questions directly!

Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner: *to his new assistant* Remind me to fire him next time his contract comes up for renewal in two years.

New assistant to Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner: Sir, there is no one to replace him. The trained chimps ask for too much and the orangutans refuse to do appearances.

Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner: That is right since all we had to do to sign Skir was to promise a sock-puppet season finally and an Internet connection. I think I'll bring this topic up at the next Meeting Of The Dark Evil People.
(Author's note: the Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner is referring to a meeting of the board of directors for Hasbro also known as MOTDEP).

New assistant to Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner: Yes the other Instigators Of Darkness will need to think this over.
(Author's note: For those who haven't realized this the New assistant to Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner is talking about the board of directors also known as IOD's; BTW the board of directors at Hasbro has just been reelected )

Rattrap: Can I go?

Lane: Yes, please do quickly.

Rattrap: I am a robot not a human, you can take away my legs but I want them back!

Lane: I am ready to pass judgement. In the case of Rattrap sues Hasbro I rule that…

Skir: We're going to keep you in suspense a while longer.

Lane: You Dare I Have..

*Lane falls unconscious on the floor*

*Two paramedics are now wheeling out Lane on a stretcher*

Paramedic 1: Don't worry folks he just had a minor aneurysm he'll be just fine

Rattrap: Great, just great, now we have a mistrial and have solved nothing.

Skir: the show ain't over yet!

Rattrap: For once you make sense I'll take this to a higher court one with high moral standards and porpoise. I shall bring this on The Jerry Springier Show.

Skir: All will be revealed

Rattrap: Shut up Skir.

*Rattrap wheels him self out of the room falling over a bump on the way out*

New assistant to Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner: Too bad about Mr. Lane he should have taken his pills instead of the sugar pill I substituted

*Mysterious Hasbro Exec. in the Corner is now laughing evilly*