"All rise for His Honour Chief Justice Lemuel Gulliver," said the Usher and they all rose as the diminutive figure of the Top of the Tree in the Bronx Judiciary strode in from his Chambers behind the Bench and took his seat: "silence in Court," said the Usher and the Judge looked up from his seat and glared: "who represents the Defendants?" he asked; Michaelmas Daisy stood and introduced himself to the man he had beaten on the table tennis court a few minutes before; "thankyou Mister Daisy," said Gulliver: "and the District Attorney, Ms Shann-Delleer? is she here?" and Assistant Deputy Assistant Assistant DA the blonde Ms Fébriles
Convulsions introduced herself; but the Chief Justice was not in the mood for taking prisoners, particularly of such insignificance as this pook from the nether regions of the DA's Office: "the application for the Arraignment of the two Defendants is in the name of Ms Shann-Delleer," he almost spat the words and Ms Convulsions felt that she had been drenched by his spittle: "the People are represented in Court today by myself, Your Honour," she blustered:"the Application is from Ms Shann-Delleer, where is she?" demanded the acerbic Chief Justice; "she is missing," whispered Ms Convulsions: "the defendants have made an Application for Dismissal, supported by eminent Medical Examiners," roared Gulliver, "what does the DA say in response?" and after the ADAADA had attempted to reply without saying anything, the Chief Justice banged his gavel on the desk, cracking the begrudging veneer: "do you take me for a Kindergarten Teacher receiving a letter from an immigrant parent saying that little Ying-Tong or Yiddle I-Po is sick and can't attend class?" there was silence in response: "will the Defendants show themselves?" asked the Chief Justice and both MacFarlane and Doubleday stood, showing themselves to be shackled, each to a Jailer from the Department of Corrections: "these men are certified as being in the later stages of Terminal Illness!" roared the Judge: "in the name of common humanity, remove their restraints!" and as the Jailers unlocked the cuffs and chains, unfastened the straight-jackets and hustled them out of sight, Gulliver asked the two men to approach the Bench with their lawyer and the ADAADA: "in view of your medical circumstances and the disregard of self-styled District Attorney who can't even be bothered to turn up, I am dismissing this Case and approving your immediate release and for arrangements to be made forthwith for your return to the Homeland of your gens, in accordance with United Nations Order 1745, please accept the apologies of the Citizens of The Bronx for keeping you in claustrophobic conditions and Haste Ye Back, gentlemen," and with cheers from the Public Gallery, they thanked their lawyer and waved to their unknown supporters, before leaving the Courtroom; outside, MacFarlane borrowed a telephone from a reporter and made a quick call: "come on Dom," he said, "there'll be a chopper picking us up frae Central Park in hauf a hoor, tae tak us up tae Nova Scotia fer a wee holiday an we'll kin mak plans fer oor revenge! Haste Ye Back! the gowk husnae the furst idea whit thon means, but hae nae worries, if we ivver dae come back, we'll bring a Flame Thrower or a muckle bomb that'll sink Manhattan an the hale lot o them!" and they set off at a jog trot for their rendezvous with Destiny!