Billy & Mandy's Big Boogey Adventure Page #2

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General Skarr,

Principal Goodvibes, Mrs. Claus...

The Secret Snake Club, the Army,

Scout Troop 701, the Sleaze Tax...

The President, the Mailman,

the Dingleschmit Sisters...

The Boogey Man, a llama

and a turkey salad sandwich...

...hold the mayo?

Well, yeah. But...

He admits to irresponsibly

losing his scythe...

an epic and ancient tool filled

with terrible magics...

beyond mortal understanding

on multiple occasions.

I hate jury duty.

But it's not my fault.

It's these kids.

They're like lint brushes for trouble.

So you have no free will?

You must do what these mere

mortal children say?

Yes. Yes.

We're his bestest friends forever.

Bestest friends who steal...

powerful eldritch artifacts

from his trunk...

travel to forbidden planes

of existence...

and use the Grim Reaper's scythe

to unclog their toilets?

Yup, that's us.

It was a supernatural clog.

Would it be fair to say that

none of you would be friends...

if you didn't have to be?

That you're just using

the Grim Reaper for his powers?

And if he were suddenly powerless

he'd be useless to you?

Yeah, sounds fair to me.

I'd like to call to the stand

my first witness.

Myself.

Hello, I'm the Boogey Man.

Is it true that these stinking children

called you names...

and banished you

to a Nightmare Realm...

where the screaming

never stopped?

Yes, it's true. These children stink

and probably never bathe.

Yes. Yes.

He can't be serious.

If I recall correctly,

he can't be scary either.

It was horrible.

Modern children are so hard to scare,

I was just trying to do my job.

Hang him.

Objection, the prosecutor

can't question himself.

Jeez! Is that true?

Well, in summation...

these deviants are

unbelievably barbaric...

wickedly loathsome...

prunish pimples on the face

of our brave and honorable society...

and they're mean to baby animals.

I rest my case.

Does the defense have

anything to say for itself?

- I want to plead guilty.

- Shut up!

Please, Judge, it's not my fault

that I'm not doing me job.

These kids won me in a bet.

Illegal gambling.

But I'll do anything

to get out of me contract.

Invalidating a legal

and binding contract.

Shut up, Boogey. Or I'll come

over there and make you shut up.

Assaulting an officer of the court.

I think I've seen enough.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Stone him!

We the jury find the defendant...

innocent?

Yeah!

- You idiot, that says guilty.

- Guilty. Yes.

By the power vested in me

by this infernal court...

I hereby strip the Grim Reaper

of title, rank and powers...

and condemn him

and his accessories...

to immediate execution.

I'm sorry, that says "exile". My bad.

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