User blog:CboyC95/Fanfiction - 12 Angry Louds

Lincoln:(To the viewers) You know, if there is one person in this house who always keeps things in check, it's our dad. Living with a family of eleven kids is never easy. But somehow, dad has always managed to make through all of it when we need him. And that's why we love him. Lynn Sr.: *yawns* Good morning, everyone. Kids: Good morning, dad. Rita: Good morning, dear. (kisses Lynn Sr.'s cheek) Lynn Sr.: Mmm. Breakfast sure looks good, hun. Rita: Actually, the kids helped in making it. Lori: We want to make this a special breakfast for you, dad. Lynn Sr.: You kids didn't have to do that. Lana: We want to, dad. 'Cause your the most awesomest dad ever. Kids: Yeah. Lynn Sr.: If I'm the luckiest man to have kids like you. (The kids hug Lynn Sr.) You kids can let me go. I have to get the mail. (Lynn Sr. sifts through the mail in hand until he finds one that caught his attention. He open the mail, then reads the letter is shocked) Lincoln: Dad? Rita: Honey? What's wrong? Lynn Sr.: Jury duty. Rita: What? Lynn Sr.: I got jury duty. Leni: Dad's got Jerry duty? Lisa: He said jury duty. Not Jerry duty. Leni: That’s what I said. Jerry duty. Rita: Jury duty? Are you sure? (reads the letter) Oh my. It does say that. Lincoln: But dad. You promised we'd go fishing with Clyde and his dads today. Lynn Sr.: Sorry, son. Maybe not today. Luna: Wow. Bummer. Lynn: Yeah. With a capital B. Luan: Talk about answering the call of duty. Get it? *laugh* Lynn Sr.: Luan. Don’t use jokes like that. Luan: But all I said was... Lynn Sr.: Luan. Luan: Sorry, dad. Lincoln: (on walkie talkie) Clyde. Come in. Code green. I repeat, code green. Clyde: Your dad's not going on the fishing trip? Lincoln: Yeah. He's got jury duty. Are your dads still going? Clyde: No. They got jury duty too. Lincoln: Huh? Since when? Clyde: Just now. I hope it's nothing serious. Lola: Please, dad, you can't go! Lynn Sr.: Sorry, sweetie. I have to. I can't just say no. There are crimes for not going to jury duty. Lucy: I feel a fraction of my soul disappearing. Lily: Poo poo. Rita: Don't cry, Lily. Daddy's not going away. Lana: Hey dad. What do you do on jury duty? Lynn Sr.: Well Lana. A person on jury duty is called a juror. A jury is made up of a group of people, and they decide if a person is guilty, or not guilty. Lana: Oh. So it's not the judge who does that? Lynn Sr.: Oh no. The jury listens to the whole case, then everyone has to agree guilty or not guilty, then finally the judge enforces it to let the person go or take him away. Lucy: Maybe to be executed. Lynn Sr.: Uh, not like that, Lucy. But that person does get taken away if he did the crime. Leni: Wow. Being on a Jerry must be hard. Others: Jury! Leni: That’s what I said. Rita: Honey. Did it say when you have to be there? Lynn Sr.: Oh. It said I to be at the courthouse by one. What time is it? Rita: 20 past 11. Lynn Sr.: Oh. I got to get dressed. (Lynn Sr. later comes out dressed and is ready to head outside) Lynn Sr.: Got to go now. Don’t want to be late. Love you. Rita: Bye, honey. (kisses Lynn Sr.) Be safe. Lynn Sr.: I will. Bye, kids. Kids: Bye, dad! (Lynn Sr. hops inside vanzilla then starting backing out of driveway before suddenly stopping) Mr. Grouse: Hey! Watch where your going, Loud! You trying to run me over!? Lynn Sr.: Sorry about that, Mr. Grouse. I didn't see you there. Mr. Grouse: What!? You didn’t see me walking!? I swear, you people are all the same. Lynn Sr.: Wait. Mr. Grouse, you need a ride? Mr. Grouse: Nah. I'll catch a bus. Lynn Sr.: Where are you heading? If you don't mind me asking? Mr. Grouse: The courthouse. Why? Lynn Sr.: I'm on my way there too. What for? Mr. Grouse: Jury duty. Lynn Sr.: Really? I got jury duty too. Mr. Grouse: Oh great. If it ain't bad enough I get jury duty on a relaxing weekend, now I got to deal with you. See you at court. (Lynn Sr., Mr. Grouse, Howard, and Harold sat in the jury box along with eight other jurors as the judge is about to give his explanation. Among them are Mrs. Johnson, and Coach Packowski) Judge: And that the concludes the court's explanation of the legal aspects of this case. Now ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I bring my final instruction to you. Murder in the first degree. Premeditated homicide is the serious charge tried in our criminal courts. You've listened to the testimonies, and you have had the law read to you and interpreted as it applies to this case. It has now become your duty to separate the facts from the fancy. One man is dead. The life of another is at stake. I urge you to deliberate honestly and thoughtfully. If there is reasonable doubt, then you must bring me a verdict of not guilty. If however there is no reasonable doubt, then you must in good conscience find the accused guilty. However you decide, your vote must be unanimous. In the event you find the accused guilty, the bench will not give a recommendation of mercy. The death sentence is mandatory in this case. I don't envy you your job. You are faced with a grave responsibility. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. (The bailiff escorts the jurors to the jury room) Bailiff: Alright folks, let's move along. Coach Packowski: Hey, you wants some gum? Lynn Sr.: No thanks. Coach Packowski: You should've seen the forecast today. The hottest day of the year. Mrs. Johnson: Really? Oh dear. Coach Packowski: You think with the conditions of this place we should've dropped dead in the courtroom. Bailiff: Alright, everyone's here. Anyone need anything I'll be right outside, just knock. (The bailiff exited the room and shut the door. Howard try to open the door only to find it locked) Howard: I didn't think they locked the door. Gruff man: Sure they locked the door. What do you think. Howard: I don't know, it just never occurred to me. Gruff man: Hey, what's that for. Mrs. Johnson: Oh. I thought we vote by ballots. Gruff man: Good idea. Maybe we ought to elect him senator. Mr. Grouse: So what do you think? Harold: I thought it was pretty interesting. Mr. Grouse: Yeah, well I was half asleep. Harold: Well, this is my first time being on a jury. Mr. Grouse: Yeah, well I've been on juries before. It always amazes me how these lawyers can talk and talk and talk. Even on a case as obvious as this one. I mean it never hurts to talk about nothing. Harold: Well I guess they're entitled. Mr. Grouse: Sure. Everybody's entitled to a fair trial. That's the system. Listen, I'm the last person to say anything against it, but sometimes I we'd all better off if we take these tough kids, and smack them down before they cause any trouble. You know I mean? Save us time and trouble. Coach Packowski: Okay. Let's get this thing going. What do you fellas say? Mrs. Johnson: I thought we'd all might take a 5 minute break I mean, the gentleman in the restroom hasn't come out yet... Howard: Do we sit in order? Mrs. Johnson: I don’t know. What do you think? Well-dressed man: Not a bad view, huh? So what did you think of the case? Had a lot of interests to me. No dead spots. You know what I mean? We were lucky if you get a murder case, huh? Oh yeah, as I figured something like burglary, assault, those can be, ugh. To notice, right? Say isn't that the Commerce building? Lynn Sr.: That’s right. Well-dressed man: You know what's funny? I lived here all my life, but I’ve never been here? Coach Packowski: What a waste of time. Gruff man: Yeah. Can you imagine. Sitting here for three days just for this. Coach Packowski: What about the business with the knife? Gotta be dumb to believe that kind of malarkey. Gruff man: Yeah, you got to learn to expect that. You know that? Coach Packowski: Yeah I suppose so. Got a cold? Gruff man: Oh yeah. And how. These hot weather colds can kill you. You know what I’m saying? Hardly touched my nose. Coach Packowski: Whoa whoa whoa. Careful, or you might pop your eyes out. Oh great. The AC’s not even working. Somebody take a letter to the mayor. The court's air conditioner’s on the fritz. Howard: I’ll take a look at it. Mr. Grouse: Hey I didn't get a chance to look at the news this morning. Anything new going on? Fancy woman: I’m just wondering if the market closes. Mr. Grouse: Oh yeah, you on the exchange or something? Fancy woman: I’m the CEO of a cosmetic brand. Mr. Grouse: Really? I work at a messenger service. I earned 40 bucks an hour. It's not much but it helps pay the bills. Coach Packowski: Hey are we gonna get this over with or what? Mrs. Johnson: Alright everyone, let's take our seats. Coach Packowski: Hope this goes fast. I got tickets to a ball game tonight. Tigers and Cleveland. Heard they got this new kid pitchin’, Muchelowski. Real jobber. You guys are quite the fans aren't you? Harold: Well, not me. Howard: I used to go to baseball games. Coach Packowski: Maybe I'll save you a ticket when this is over. So where do you want us to sit? Mrs. Johnson: Well, I thought we might sit in order. Maybe by our jury number. One two three four five and so on, if that is fine by everybody? (All the jurors sit in their designated seats) Well-dressed man: So what was your impression of the prosecuting attorney? Indian woman: I beg your pardon? Well-dressed man: I mean I thought he was really sharp. You know, the way he hammered home his points you know? One by one in logical sequence? I mean, come on. Take a smart mind to do something like that, you know? I was very impressed. Indian woman: Yes. I think he did an excellent job. Well-dressed man: I mean he had a lot of drive too. You know what I mean? Real… drive. Coach Packowski: Okay. Let's get this show on the road. Come on. Mrs. Johnson: Oh right, Mr. Loud, do mind taking your seat? Mr. Loud we’re all waiting on you. Lynn Sr.: Sorry about that. I was just thinking. Gruff man: Pretty tough to figure, isn't it? Boy kills his father, bam! Just like that. Well-dressed man: Well, if you analyze the figures… Gruff man: What figures? I’m telling you, they let the kids run wild out there. Maybe serves him right. You know what I mean? Coach Packowski: Hey you. You a Tiger fan? Howard: No. Cubs. Coach Packowski: Cubs? Hehe. It's like getting smacked everyday with a crowbar. Who do they got? No seriously. Who do they got except maybe some good groundskeepers. (The last juror an old man walked into the room) Mrs. Johnson: Alright, now-oh! I'm so sorry sir. I forgot about you. Old man: No. I’m sorry I thought… Mrs. Johnson: Nono we were just going to get started. So, you can take your seat. Coach Packowski: Heh. Cubs. Mrs. Johnson: Alright, everyone. I suppose any of you have any suggestion on how we should do this? We can either discuss it then vote or, vote right now and see where we stand. Fancy woman: I believe it is customary to take a preliminary vote. Coach Packowski: Alright. Let's vote. Who knows, maybe we can all go home, huh? Mrs. Johnson: Now just remember there are first degree murder charges. We vote guilty we send the accused to the electric chair. Now that's mandatory. Fancy woman: I think we're all aware of that. Mrs. Johnson: Alright. Now remember, this has to be a twelve to nothing vote either way. Everyone okay with that? Mr. Grouse: Come on. Let's vote. Gruff man: Yeah. Let's see who's where. Mrs. Johnson: All those voting guilty, raise your hand. (The jurors hands are raised) Mrs. Johnson: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. Hm. Eleven votes guilty. All those voting not guilty, raise your hand. (Lynn Sr. slowly raised his hand) Mrs. Johnson: I see. One vote not guilty. Votes are eleven to one in favor of guilty. Now we know where we stand. Gruff man: Aw jeez. There's always one. Coach Packowski: What do we do now? Lynn Sr.: Well I… I guess we talk. Gruff man: Boy, oh boy. Mr. Grouse: Wait. Loud. Do you really think he's innocent? Lynn Sr.: I don't know. Mr. Grouse: Hey let's be reasonable here. You sat in the courtroom like the rest of us, and you heard the same thing we did, he’s a dangerous killer. You can see it. Lynn Sr.: He? The boy’s only eleven years old. Mr. Grouse: So? That’s old enough to me. He knifed his father. Four inches into his stomach. Slacker: I mean it's obvious. I was convinced from the first day. Mr. Grouse: Well who was it? Look, I really think this is one of those open and shut things. I mean they proved that it does in different ways. Would you like me to list them for you? Lynn Sr.: No. Gruff man: Then what do you want? Lynn Sr.: Nothing. I… I just want to talk. Coach Packowski: Talk? What's there to talk about. We all agreed. There was nothing false about it. Nothing except you. Gruff man: I want to ask you something. Do you believe his story? Lynn Sr.: I don't know if I believe it or not. Maybe I don't. Coach Packowski: Then why did you vote not guilty for? Lynn Sr.: Look, there were eleven for guilty. I mean it's not easy for me to just raise my hand and send a boy off to die without at least talking first. Coach Packowski: Who says this is up to me? Lynn Sr.: No one. Coach Packowski: I mean you can talk talk talk just because I voted fast? I think he's guilty. You can talk for a hundred years. You still wouldn't change my mind. Lynn Sr.: I’m not trying to change your mind it's just that we're talking about somebody's life here. We can't just decided in 30 seconds. Suppose we’re wrong. Coach Packowski: Heh. Suppose we’re wrong. You can suppose anything. We all believe he's guilty. Suppose it takes us 30 seconds to finish, so what? Lynn Sr.: Look. Let's take an hour. You’re ball game doesn't start ‘til six. Coach Packowski: Alright slugger. You’re up.

To be continued (WIP)