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Warning: Extreme silliness ahead. (And slight out-of-character-ness. Sorry… )

The following is a record of Titans Tower activity rarely exposed to the public due to mysterious disappearances of hidden cameras and the recorders' craving for a nutty royal.

They were Justice Incarnate.

Or so said they themselves.

But even if Cyborg and Beast Boy agreed that they did not agree, the conflict had to be solved. As soon as possible. (Insert groans here).

"Your honors," Cyborg began carefully. "I'd like you to examine the evidence. Exhibit A—" he waved around a sealed plastic bag—"as retrieved from the crime scene."

One of the judges-slash-jurors raised her eyebrows. "It's a candy wrapper."

"Cadbury chocolate, actually," he said with triumph. As they say, "triumph" is merely umph added to try.

"Eh?"

"This candy wrapper," Cyborg declared. "Is the only one located after an entire jar full of 'em—I mean them—went missing. And this wrapper was found right in Beast Boy's room."

Here the green animal shape-shifter broke in.

"Hey!"

"Therefore," Cyborg went on. "Beast Boy is the culprit!"

There was a break in proceedings. Well, not really.

"I thought you said the wrapper was located at a crime scene?" Robin said after a while.

Cyborg coughed. The reader will note that Cyborg is among one of the healthiest beings in all of Jump City. We should know. We dug up his file.

"There are, in fact, two crime scenes," he said. He regained his stance very quickly. "One in the kitchen—" (They all stifled their laughter. The said "kitchen" happened to be their court as well)—"and Beast Boy's room. We bought packs of Cadbury chocolate, and in the course of one night, they all disappeared. At approximately—"(He looked at his, er, arm)"—nine-thirty-four this morning, our investigative team located the wrapper in Beast Boy's room."

"Objection!" Beast Boy said, indignant. "What were you doing in my room?"

"No further ques—I mean, statements, your honors."

"Yeah, OK," Robin was dead bored. The things he did for his team. Sigh. "I move that Beast Boy be subjected to an extra hour of training, and all of Cyborg's chores for a week."

"Hey, wait! I didn't speak up yet!" Beast Boy jumped up.

"You just did," Raven remarked.

"Oh yeah…" Robin shifted his head to his other hand and elbow. (Rats…)

"Beast Boy," Starfire nodded. "It is your turn to speak."

"I was framed!" he burst out radically. "And I have proof that I couldn't have been the thief!" He paused, sticking his tongue out at Cyborg. Two of the judges (jury?) rolled their eyes. The last one, Starfire, cocked her head to the side.

"The proof, Beast Boy. Get on with it." Raven sighed, exasperated. She had joined this game quite unwillingly, actually.

"Listen very carefully," Beast Boy leaned in. "I—hate—Cadbury—chocolate!"

There was a pause.

"That's not gonna save your butt, BB," Cyborg grinned.

"No, but I have a witness!" He grabbed Starfire and dragged her on-screen with a tentacle-d hand. "Go on, Star, tell them."

"OK," Robin propped his head into his hands. "A judge-jury-and-witness all in one? And can you even refer to her as a witness? I mean… Ugh…this is getting ridiculous, guys."

"No!" Beast Boy pleaded. "Hear me out!"

The boy wonder muttered inaudibly.

"Go on, Star," Beast Boy urged.

"Well, I believe that we are all witnesses to this," Starfire said. "After all, we were all there that day, when Cyborg and Beast Boy argued intensely about either getting a Poke or a Cepsi—"

"Coke or Pepsi," Everybody else growled.

"—But right before that, they were arguing even harder about Ca…Cad…Cadbu-ry and Nes…Nes-lay. And we all heard Beast Boy proclaim how much he despised Cadburrow—I mean, Cadbury—Chocolate. So I find it slightly impossible that he would be the culprit."

There was a silence.

"But then!" Cyborg jumped up.

"Is it even your turn to speak?" Raven asked.

"Beast Boy could have just decided to spite me by taking away my chocolate!"

"What? No way, dude!"

"Well," said Robin. "That would be a good theory, but your evidence—exhibit A—shows an empty candy wrapper found in Beast Boy's room. If he stole it to spite you, and without any love for it himself, why would he eat any of it?"

"He only pretends to detest it!" Cyborg declared. "He does love Cadbury over Nestle!"

"What? No! Take that back, you—"

"Yeah, OK," Robin studied his gloved hand. "I move that Cyborg does Beast Boy's chores for a week and Beast Boy does an extra hour of training."

"HEY!"

"I second!" Starfire zipped happily.

"Apathy." Raven said, yawning.

"But that's not fair! I'm innocent!"

"Then I move that Cyborg get an extra—"

"I second!"

"Apathy."

"Hey! I'm the victim here!"

"Fine, fine, Beast Boy—"

"Hey!"

"I second!"

"Apathy."

You get the idea. But who, the viewer (er…reader) may ask, whatever happened to the packs of Cadbury Chocolate?

"He, he, he," said Gizmo.

"Told you I was a better schemer than Slade," Jinx bragged. Mammoth sighed.

"What's up with you?" Gizmo asked.

"I wanted the Nestle…"

I'm reeeaaallly sorry... This was done under the influence of a cold...