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Chapter 5
By the time Judge Hackman came back to the bench (and everybody stood up on cue, then sat back down on cue), Humdinger began to get angry deep down inside. “One question, Your Honor,” he said without even waiting for permission. “Where’s the jury? You can’t have a trial without a jury, can you?”
“Sometimes you can, Mayor Humdinger,” Judge Hackman replied, “but this is designated a bench trial. There is no jury. I make the final decision.”
“Oh, well; never mind. I wanted to have people to convince you I am the ultimate winner.”
“It still would not work. They would instead hail you the ultimate loser of all time.”
“Oh.” Humdinger hung his head in shame.
“Speaking of losers,” the judge continued, “I actually have multiple rulings because we had multiple cases going on at the same time. That does not often happen in my courtroom. The first case is the case of you vs. Mayor Goodway, which I am dismissing because neither you nor your opponent have any physical evidence, such as pictures or other proof, to show who is telling the truth. Also, you had no basis for your argument; you resorted to straightforward accusing without a legitimate background. Let’s not forget your previous criminal record.”
“Which I say is all lies.”
“And I say it’s true. I am bringing you back at a later date to go over your whole record, and I’m adding charges of contempt of court and perjury.” The judge then turned to Goodway and said, “As you for, I find you not guilty.” He banged the gavel once. “Take Humdinger away,” he continued, and two police officers present escorted Humdinger out of the courtroom to take him back to prison.
“You haven’t seen the last of this!” he shouted. “I do solemnly swear I will fight this until the day I die! I am the world’s best mayor! I know you stole Chickaletta!”
“Shut up and get in the car!” one of the officers interrupted as they pushed Humdinger back into the police car.
“Some example you turned out to set!” said the other officer.
“Phew; good riddance!” Judge Hackman commented once Humdinger was out of the courtroom, and at his suggestion, Yumi took the plaintiff’s podium again. “I’m sorry, folks. Another few seconds of that man and I think I would have gone mental. Anyways, that one is out of the way. Now we have to settle the score between who is the rightful owner of Chickaletta. Again, we have no proof that she is Mayor Goodway’s purse chicken, or a chicken that belongs on Ms. Yumi’s farm, but I know you two women would not lead me astray.”
“BA-BUCK, BA-GERK!” Chickaletta clucked.
“How do you want us to decide this?” Goodway asked.
“I felt it ultimately depends on how the chicken feels about it.”
“Too bad chickens can’t talk,” Marshall commented. Normally, he would not have made such a comment in such a setting, but the judge was being more lenient than normal because this was a bizarre case for him.
“It is, or I would just ask the chicken,” the judge replied. “It is the ruling of this court, however, that Chickaletta has the freedom to choose, and here’s how we’re going to do it.” In came two other officers each with a table, a paper plate, and an ear of corn, which caught Chickaletta’s attention, but then she seemed confused that there was corn on both sides of the room, and she soon saw she had to make a decision.
“Set Chickaletta down in the middle, would you, Mayor Goodway?” the judge continued.
“Okay.” Goodway did so, and the chicken turned around and look at both ears of corn, then blinked her eyes a few times.
“Ladies, take your places behind one of the tables. Just use the ones closest to you.” The two women obeyed. “You can also pick a pup to stand alongside you.”
“I’ll have you stand by me, Chase,” Goodway suggested, and the police pup marched like a soldier over to the table, showing how seriously he took his job. He then stopped marching after telling himself, “Company, halt!” Then he relaxed after stating, “At ease.”
“And you can stand by me, Marshall,” Yumi added, “since you’re the pup-fu master.”
“Sure thing, sensei,” Marshall replied, walking to the spot and doing a few poses, although he didn’t kick or punch.
“Where’s he at?” the judge asked.
“He just got his green belt, and the others are about ready for theirs.”
“Wow; you pups are something else,” Judge Hackman smiled. “Anyway, here’s my idea. There can be no encouraging remarks towards Chickaletta from any of you, or anybody out there in the gallery, because Chickaletta must do this on her own. However, she eventually has to walk over one of the tables and start eating one of the ears of corn. Whichever one she eats will determine who gets to be her rightful owner.”
“That’s fair,” Yumi agreed.
“I don’t want to lose my purse chicken, but I will agree to your idea,” Goodway echoed.
“Then we have a deal,” the judge replied, banging the gavel again to make it official. “Chickaletta, make your choice.”
It took longer than everybody was hoping for, because Chickaletta just stared at the two pieces of corn. “Any minute now,” Rex whispered to himself when he started to grow impatient.
“Are you even there?” Everest wondered.
“Earth calling Chickaletta!” the twins said to themselves.
“Does that chicken even know what she’s doing?” the judge thought to himself. “I wonder if this was a good idea.”
After looking at both pieces of corn, the chicken shrugged and began to walk to the left. That meant she was heading for the woman she was used to being with the most. That woman was…Mayor Goodway!
“And the rightful owner is…Mayor Goodway!” Chase announced when the chicken reached the table. She tried to jump for the corn but couldn’t reach it.
“Chickaletta! Oh, chicken of my heart!” Goodway exclaimed as she picked up her chicken to give a big hug, and then set her on the table so she could eat the corn.
“There we have it,” Judge Hackman echoed. “Chickaletta is officially your chicken, Mayor Goodway.” He banged the gavel twice and said, “Court is adjourned.” Everybody stood up to leave as the judge left the bench, although he walked over to the pups so he could ask them some more questions, since he wanted to meet the famous dogs who protected Adventure Bay from harm. All the while, the chicken continued to munch her corn.
That night, the pups ate some well-deserved treats before camping out in the PAW Patroller for the night (and Chickaletta stayed with them), while the humans ate at a Mexican restaurant. “I’m so glad it’s all over,” Goodway commented. “I’m not sure your help was needed after all, but I felt better since you and everybody was there, Ryder. Thank you so much!”
“I think it’s fair to say you totally saved the day on that one, dude!” Jake added.
“No problem, Mayor Goodway,” Ryder replied. “Whenever your chicken ends up in court, just yelp for help!”
Meanwhile, another episode of “Apollo the Super-Pup” came on the TV, but it was a rerun. For Marshall, it was new, because it was the episode he missed when he ran away from the PAW Patrol, claiming they needed a break from him after taking the other pups’ comments out of context. Rubble later cleared up the confusion by stating they were actually commenting on the villain in the episode, not him.
“Now you see we weren’t talking about you,” the construction pup said. “We were talking about the bad guy you see here.”
“Now I get it,” said Marshall. “And I’m glad that’s the case. I’m glad you are my friends.”
“Exactly,” said Chase. “The PAW Patrol wouldn’t be the PAW Patrol without you.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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Chapter 5
By the time Judge Hackman came back to the bench (and everybody stood up on cue, then sat back down on cue), Humdinger began to get angry deep down inside. “One question, Your Honor,” he said without even waiting for permission. “Where’s the jury? You can’t have a trial without a jury, can you?”
“Sometimes you can, Mayor Humdinger,” Judge Hackman replied, “but this is designated a bench trial. There is no jury. I make the final decision.”
“Oh, well; never mind. I wanted to have people to convince you I am the ultimate winner.”
“It still would not work. They would instead hail you the ultimate loser of all time.”
“Oh.” Humdinger hung his head in shame.
“Speaking of losers,” the judge continued, “I actually have multiple rulings because we had multiple cases going on at the same time. That does not often happen in my courtroom. The first case is the case of you vs. Mayor Goodway, which I am dismissing because neither you nor your opponent have any physical evidence, such as pictures or other proof, to show who is telling the truth. Also, you had no basis for your argument; you resorted to straightforward accusing without a legitimate background. Let’s not forget your previous criminal record.”
“Which I say is all lies.”
“And I say it’s true. I am bringing you back at a later date to go over your whole record, and I’m adding charges of contempt of court and perjury.” The judge then turned to Goodway and said, “As you for, I find you not guilty.” He banged the gavel once. “Take Humdinger away,” he continued, and two police officers present escorted Humdinger out of the courtroom to take him back to prison.
“You haven’t seen the last of this!” he shouted. “I do solemnly swear I will fight this until the day I die! I am the world’s best mayor! I know you stole Chickaletta!”
“Shut up and get in the car!” one of the officers interrupted as they pushed Humdinger back into the police car.
“Some example you turned out to set!” said the other officer.
“Phew; good riddance!” Judge Hackman commented once Humdinger was out of the courtroom, and at his suggestion, Yumi took the plaintiff’s podium again. “I’m sorry, folks. Another few seconds of that man and I think I would have gone mental. Anyways, that one is out of the way. Now we have to settle the score between who is the rightful owner of Chickaletta. Again, we have no proof that she is Mayor Goodway’s purse chicken, or a chicken that belongs on Ms. Yumi’s farm, but I know you two women would not lead me astray.”
“BA-BUCK, BA-GERK!” Chickaletta clucked.
“How do you want us to decide this?” Goodway asked.
“I felt it ultimately depends on how the chicken feels about it.”
“Too bad chickens can’t talk,” Marshall commented. Normally, he would not have made such a comment in such a setting, but the judge was being more lenient than normal because this was a bizarre case for him.
“It is, or I would just ask the chicken,” the judge replied. “It is the ruling of this court, however, that Chickaletta has the freedom to choose, and here’s how we’re going to do it.” In came two other officers each with a table, a paper plate, and an ear of corn, which caught Chickaletta’s attention, but then she seemed confused that there was corn on both sides of the room, and she soon saw she had to make a decision.
“Set Chickaletta down in the middle, would you, Mayor Goodway?” the judge continued.
“Okay.” Goodway did so, and the chicken turned around and look at both ears of corn, then blinked her eyes a few times.
“Ladies, take your places behind one of the tables. Just use the ones closest to you.” The two women obeyed. “You can also pick a pup to stand alongside you.”
“I’ll have you stand by me, Chase,” Goodway suggested, and the police pup marched like a soldier over to the table, showing how seriously he took his job. He then stopped marching after telling himself, “Company, halt!” Then he relaxed after stating, “At ease.”
“And you can stand by me, Marshall,” Yumi added, “since you’re the pup-fu master.”
“Sure thing, sensei,” Marshall replied, walking to the spot and doing a few poses, although he didn’t kick or punch.
“Where’s he at?” the judge asked.
“He just got his green belt, and the others are about ready for theirs.”
“Wow; you pups are something else,” Judge Hackman smiled. “Anyway, here’s my idea. There can be no encouraging remarks towards Chickaletta from any of you, or anybody out there in the gallery, because Chickaletta must do this on her own. However, she eventually has to walk over one of the tables and start eating one of the ears of corn. Whichever one she eats will determine who gets to be her rightful owner.”
“That’s fair,” Yumi agreed.
“I don’t want to lose my purse chicken, but I will agree to your idea,” Goodway echoed.
“Then we have a deal,” the judge replied, banging the gavel again to make it official. “Chickaletta, make your choice.”
It took longer than everybody was hoping for, because Chickaletta just stared at the two pieces of corn. “Any minute now,” Rex whispered to himself when he started to grow impatient.
“Are you even there?” Everest wondered.
“Earth calling Chickaletta!” the twins said to themselves.
“Does that chicken even know what she’s doing?” the judge thought to himself. “I wonder if this was a good idea.”
After looking at both pieces of corn, the chicken shrugged and began to walk to the left. That meant she was heading for the woman she was used to being with the most. That woman was…Mayor Goodway!
“And the rightful owner is…Mayor Goodway!” Chase announced when the chicken reached the table. She tried to jump for the corn but couldn’t reach it.
“Chickaletta! Oh, chicken of my heart!” Goodway exclaimed as she picked up her chicken to give a big hug, and then set her on the table so she could eat the corn.
“There we have it,” Judge Hackman echoed. “Chickaletta is officially your chicken, Mayor Goodway.” He banged the gavel twice and said, “Court is adjourned.” Everybody stood up to leave as the judge left the bench, although he walked over to the pups so he could ask them some more questions, since he wanted to meet the famous dogs who protected Adventure Bay from harm. All the while, the chicken continued to munch her corn.
That night, the pups ate some well-deserved treats before camping out in the PAW Patroller for the night (and Chickaletta stayed with them), while the humans ate at a Mexican restaurant. “I’m so glad it’s all over,” Goodway commented. “I’m not sure your help was needed after all, but I felt better since you and everybody was there, Ryder. Thank you so much!”
“I think it’s fair to say you totally saved the day on that one, dude!” Jake added.
“No problem, Mayor Goodway,” Ryder replied. “Whenever your chicken ends up in court, just yelp for help!”
Meanwhile, another episode of “Apollo the Super-Pup” came on the TV, but it was a rerun. For Marshall, it was new, because it was the episode he missed when he ran away from the PAW Patrol, claiming they needed a break from him after taking the other pups’ comments out of context. Rubble later cleared up the confusion by stating they were actually commenting on the villain in the episode, not him.
“Now you see we weren’t talking about you,” the construction pup said. “We were talking about the bad guy you see here.”
“Now I get it,” said Marshall. “And I’m glad that’s the case. I’m glad you are my friends.”
“Exactly,” said Chase. “The PAW Patrol wouldn’t be the PAW Patrol without you.”
TO BE CONTINUED
PAW Patrol (TAF): Pups Save a Chicken on Trial (Chapter 5...
Chapter 5. I was going to make this the finale, but I instead decided to write a sixth chapter.
PAW Patrol © Spin Master, Nickelodeon, and everybody else who owns the rights, and created by Keith Chapman.
PAW Patrol © Spin Master, Nickelodeon, and everybody else who owns the rights, and created by Keith Chapman.
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