Claira B. Killem stood in the living room, dust rag in hand, ready to tackle the fireplace. She had been in a cleaning mood for 3 days now, starting with her closet, reorganizing all of her shoes, moving onto the kitchen, and here she was, ready to take on the living room.

She hadn't felt this alive in years. Ever since she started going to those "Women's Classes" down at the YMCA, she felt like a brand new person. Why, just the other day, her neighbor didn't even recognize her! That was because she had bought a brand new wig, (she had lost all her hair to the chemo) and went on a shopping spree at this hip store, Land's End.

As she started to clean the mantle, she picked up a photograph of her dear youngest child, hugging it to her chest. Where had she gone wrong? He had been such a sweet child, and so caring and kind.. but he always seemed to find trouble.

In fact, she thought to herself, I wonder what kind of trouble he's getting himself into right now!

Meanwhile, across the country...

Bomberman was racing out the door, he was running late! He grabbed a bagel off of Luigi's plate, and shouted to his pals, "We have to go RIGHT NOW! We're going to miss the hearing!"

The three cartoon characters barely made it into their seats as the Honorable Judge Bowser banged his gavel.

Shrinking into their seats, the three looked at each other, they all three whispered "We're never going to get out of this alive!"

The case against them was pretty hefty. "The United States of America vs. The L-TEAM" the clerk of the court read aloud.

They were being charged with the murder of over 200 people. YIKES!

Luckily, they had God on their side. I mean, techincally, it was His fault afterall.