"Certainly it isn't," Toffee said. "In the first place, those lewd pictures were planted on him."
"That's right, judge," Hotstuff said contritely. "I eased 'em onto him."
"And he didn't wreck any store, either," Toffee said hotly. "It was the sergeant and his clumsy chums. As for assaulting them, I'd be happy to oblige."
"And about the bus," Marc said. "I hadn't any reason to suspect it was stolen."
"I guess that's right, judge," the driver said sadly. "I didn't tell him it wasn't mine."
"There's something else you didn't get straight, judge," the skinny nudist said. "His behavior wasn't lewd or immoral. It was just that he had his clothes on. Naturally, we were upset."
"He wasn't shootin' at anyone, either," Moose put in. "He was just tryin' to stop us."
"Wait a minute!" the judge yelled. "In a minute you'll be trying to tell me this Pillsworth is a saint." He coughed excitedly. "I'm pleased that you've all decided to incriminate yourselves, but you still haven't succeeded in clearing Pillsworth. There are still the charges of jail breaking and jewel robbery." He levelled his gaze on Marc. "What have you got to say to that?"
Marc's interest, however, had been diverted by Hotstuff, who, for the past several minutes had been staring with unbroken fascination at Mario. Overlooking Hotstuff's begonia infested shorts, Marc followed the pickpocket's gaze across the courtroom.