🤡 F‑O‑O‑L‑S, Galore

Judge: bangs gavel, slipping slightly on oil “Order! Order in this… slippery madhouse!”

Defense Attorney: “Your Honor, he’s a changed man! The storage house will be emptied, and my client will surrender all 300 metric tons of Wedone baby oil.”

Crowd: gasps; a spectator slides past three rows like a human curling stone

Judge: “Three hundred metric tons? Are you mad?” dodges a flying gavel

Defendant: “Mad? Perhaps. Enlightened? Absolutely. Also… very slippery.”

Bailiff: blows whistle; slips and spins like a figure skater “All rise… for the parade of F‑O‑O‑L‑S, Galore!”

Narrator: “And so, the courtroom erupted into a spectacle of epic foolishness: juggling clowns tumbled over banana peels, a marching band played upside-down, the baby oil formed a small lake in the center aisle, and one ambitious spectator attempted to kayak across it in a courtroom chair—all exaggerated for dramatic effect.”

Crowd: cheers, laughter, applause, and at least two heroic bellyflops

Judge (resigned): “I… I yield. Let foolishness reign… F‑O‑O‑L‑S, Galore!”