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HIDDEN LAKE ACADEMY,INC. FILES BANKRUPTCY
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Sasha Baron Cohen as Judge Bela Horrifico
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THE IRS(for the People) vs. SPONGECAKE – SENTENCING
The Honorable Judge Chicken Presiding
.....for Lancelot...
..all rise..
Judge Chicken: Good morn’in ya’ll! A special welcome to the Press! I had the privilege of running into a few of you at Ms. JoJo’s early on. She whips up some grits, don’t she? This here hear’in is for the sentenc’in of Mr. Spongegatecake in the case of the IRS, for the People, vs. Spongegatecake. Is everyone present? Prosecutor for the People?
Prosecutor: Present your Honor.
Judge Chicken: And ‘whom’, like that?, whom might you be? Where is Mr. Big Kahuna Prosecutor #1?
Prosecutor: I am DA Namagoochi. I have taken over for Mr. Big Kahuna, your Honor.
Judge Chicken: Now just one f**k’in minute. I thought you were with the State of Atlantis, this here is Federal, flunky. You are in the wrong GD courtroom, Mr.Namanana-gucci…freak’in Gucci?
Prosecutor: It is Federal DA, Namagoochi, sir.
Judge Chicken: You sure, boy?
Prosecutor: Yes your Honor. I’ve been chasing the SOB for years..
Judge Chicken: Well, shoot, boy, I am not too big, to admit…you understand boy. And where you be from??
Prosecutor: Japan, Sir. And Sir, I came prepared, this is for you…(Namagoochi hands him an English dictionary)
Judge Chicken: They speak English in Japan? Not American? You’re on top of things counselor, I like that! Now counsel for the defense?
Defense attorney: Present your honor. Mr. Gumbo. Sault St. Luis.. Creole.
Judge Chicken: Well Mr. Jumbo, less is more in your case, git my drift boy?
Defense attorney: Yes, Sir.
Judge Chicken: And where is our little defendant?
Spongecake: (grabbing the portastand and leaping on it, with the “flash-a-light”)
Judge Chicken: What the sam hill are you do’in Spongebobcake? What the f**k is that?
Spongecake: The “flash-a-light” .
Judge Chicken: Dimwhit, I know what a GD flashlight is, do you? A “flash-a-light”?? Put it up you moron…you are one sorry ass freak! Freak!
(Laughter in the court room)
Judge Chicken: (under breath) Freak’in idiot. ORDER, COME TO ORDER. SIT DOWN MR. SPONGEGATECAKE! Control your client, JUMBO! ORDER! Now where were we, oh, sentenc'in. Mr. Gucci, do you have anything further to add before I pass sentence?
Prosecutor: The IRS representing The People ask that the defendant Mr. Spongecake be required to pay The People the 10 million dollars out of the defendants private coffers as the defendant’s business is facing foreclosure and has filed for Chapter 11 protection, so as not to have to pay The People.
Defense Attorney: OBJECTION! We do not know why the defendant’s business has filed for Chapter 11. There is no evidence that Chapter 11 was filed to prevent payment to The People. Mr. Namagoochi is also misleading this court to remotely infer that my client’s business has also filed Chapter 11 to stop the foreclosure on that business.
Prosecutor: I never said ‘that’ your Honor. If your Honor will allow, evidence #40, clearly shows, not to be glib, where the beef was, where it went and where it is now. The defendant’s business did not file for bankruptcy protection until after the judgement was issued by your Honor.
Judge Chicken: You didn’t have to. Objection noted and denied, there is a track record Mr. Jumbo. They have tracks in Sault St. Luis? You git it, don’t cha boy? And I am sure Mr. Gucci over there ‘preciates your inform’in the court with regard to stopp’in the foreclosure. That’s good counselor. Well I have ‘bout heard all I can take… It is gett’in toward noon and it’s time for….
(Bailiff trying to get the attention of the court, leaping up and down)
All: Ms. JoJo’s! ( cheering)
(Bailiff still trying to get the attention of the court)
Judge Chicken: Ya’ll are too much, really. I sure have had a fine time of it.
Defense attorney: Your Honor… where is my…
Judge Chicken: (interrupts) Less is more, Mr. Jumbo. Will the defendant please rise? Mr.Spongegatecake? Mr. Spongegatecake stand and be seen. Bailiff?
Bailiff: Last I saw him your Honor, he was on his knees, in the darkened area of the court, I think it was Mr. Colossus, yep, I think he was pleading to Mr. Colossus.
Judge Chicken: Who was pleading to Colossus? I never saw Colossus today.
Bailiff: Mr. Spongecake, I tried to get your Honor’s attention. Mr. Spongecake high tailed it outside, flailing the flashlight around. And Mr. Colossus disappeared, poof, gonzo, from what I could see.
(pandemonium ensues)
Judge Chicken: Okay, calm down people, warrant is now issued, we’ll pick him up, he won’t get far.
Officer at back of Courtroom on phone: All points bulletin. Apprehend Defendant Spongecake driving a Jaguar, with the letters F-A-G-U-A-R spray painted all over it, may have a flashlight…
Officer to Judge: Got ‘em your Honor. Three minutes out. They say he is babbling about giant teeth… crimson eyes, red tongues and waving that flashlight at everyone. Officers think he might need to be restrained, appears to be crazy as a loon.
Judge Chicken: Now ‘that’ officer has foundation. (three minutes pass, officers come bounding into the courtroom with an incoherent Spongecake) Come forward, come forward with the defendant. (Spongecake babbling away, eyes darting everywhere, whimpering) SILENCE, Mr. Spongegatecake and put down that damn flashlight! Take it from him for God’s sake!
Spongecake: Your Worship..Oh, your Worship….
Judge Chicken: Your Worship, my ass! What the f**k is wrong with you? No one leaves my court, unless I say so, you little twerp.
Spongecake: Big teeth, mammoth teeth, behemoth teeth..eyes, dark, crimson, black, red tongue…darting … I need my “flash-a-light”, give me my” flash-a-light”.
Defense attorney: Judge, clearly my client is under a bit of stress…
Judge Chicken: Put a lid on it Creole! CLEARLY, that is an understatement. Nice word, eh? What the Hell did the guy eat for breakfast? ( as Judge raises his glass to drink, hesitates) Geez, is there someth’in wrong with the water? Bailiff, have some water… (Bailiff drinks water).. seems okay. Give the defendant some water. Calm down the little SOB. ..Oh, f**k it, give him that damn flashlight. ORDER! GD IT, ORDER! (base of the gavel breaks off, hits Spongecake’s head) There that’s better. Spongebobcake, you there, hellooooooooooo? Prop him up. Mr. Spongebobcake, do you have anything to say before sentencing.
Spongecake: Gil…guil..ty. Ill… protect..eyes, giant teet…
Judge Chicken: Yes, yes you are. Since the defendant stated his guilt and the court found that he willfully defrauded the IRS for THE PEOPLE, I find for THE People. The court rules that Mr. Spongebobcake must pay THe PEOPLE back with interest, out of his own pocket. It is my understanding that the State of Atlantis is in the wings wait’in to take you to a place where you can be totally free to be as nuts as you wish. When and ‘if’, and that is a big ‘if’, you return to your native soil, which I doubt, your Federal sentence shall run concurrent with that of the great State of Atlantis… to which I am ‘guaranteed, you will never again see the “light of day.” Thank ya’ll for join’in us ..(toward the media, waving, bowing)
(Spongecake curled on the floor, holding his “flash-a-light” tight to his neck)
Adjourned.
..all rise…
All: (as Colossus moves further into the darkened corner, cheers and dancing).
..outside courthouse…where there is a media frenzy…
Judge Chicken: There you are Yancy, darl’in. (doing a shuffle) How’s ‘bout join’in me for a spin to Ms. JoJo’s - in that there F-A-G-U-A-R! Pretty damn colorful, yesseree!
Yancy Mace: (under a rather large brimmed hat, sunglasses and parasol) I’d be delighted your Honor. ( flashing a brilliant fanged smile)
Anonymous:
LOL. Brilliant.
Anonymous:
Anyone stop to think how can they be filling bankruptcy when they made over a million per peer group?
Anonymous:
Creative accounting, pokeyou, without regard to what's legal and what isn't. It's called How Much Can I Get Away With. Calling IRS.
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