Croaktown Superior Swamp Court — certified record
The Swamp v. PooPee
Case No. PP-04-20-6969 — full transcript, read into the record
The complete transcript of the swamp's most-watched trial, charge by charge, exactly as it was spoken. Every attempt at a defense is preserved. None of them worked. The Defendant would like it noted that he thought some of them were pretty good.
- § 09.1
Cryptographic Tongue Forgery
- The Bench
We are on the record. Case PP-04-20-6969. The Swamp against one PooPee. Counsel, read the first charge.
- Prosecutor
Section nine-point-one. The Defendant forged his own brother's tongue-print across seventeen shell pondcompanies and washed four-point-two million swamp-bucks through them.
- The Bench
How does the Defendant plead?
- The Defendant
lmao
- The Bench
Let the record reflect that the Defendant's plea, verbatim, is 'lmao.' Is that a plea of not guilty?
- The Defendant
It's a plea of beautiful penmanship, Your Honor. Seventeen signatures. Not one of them shook. Ask my brother — he's never signed his name that steady in his life, and it was his name.
- Prosecutor
He is confessing on the record.
- The Defendant
I'm narrating. There is a difference and it is called confidence.
GUILTY — three concurrent terms in the Lily-pad Lockup.
The dossier on § 09.1 — the brass tongue-press, Exhibit EX-041 - The Bench
- § 04.2
Operating an Unlicensed Ribbit Casino
- Prosecutor
Section four-point-two. You ran a twenty-four-hour casino out of the storm drain under Fourth and Cattail.
- The Defendant
I ran a community center. Excellent odds, live music, and a strict no-snitching dress code. The neighborhood loved it.
- The Bench
There were cricket fights.
- The Defendant
The crickets signed waivers. Very small ones. Admissible, I'd argue.
- Prosecutor
The blackjack table matches a riverboat theft two ponds over.
- The Defendant
It was pre-owned. I'm not responsible for a table's past. None of us chose where we came from.
- Officer Croaksworth #047
We breached at oh-three-hundred, Your Honor. The fly-roulette wheel was still spinning when we came through the grate. Three guards from that night have since stopped returning my calls.
GUILTY — but the Bench notes business was, and I quote the Defendant, 'VERY good while it lasted.'
The full score — 'The House Always Hops' - Prosecutor
- § 11.6
Witness Tampering (Fly Consumption)
- The Bench
The State's witness was to testify at nine o'clock. At nine o'clock, there was no witness. Explain.
- The Defendant
There was a snack, Your Honor. Timing is everything in this business.
- Prosecutor
He ate the witness. The witness was a fly.
- The Defendant
Allegedly delicious.
- The Bench
The Court is aware this is, technically, what frogs do. The Court is charging him anyway, out of principle.
- Officer Croaksworth #047
For the record: the Defendant licked his lips during the formal reading of the charge. I have written down the lip-lick. I will not be elaborating.
GUILTY — but, per the certified record, tasty.
The dossier on § 11.6 — the empty witness chair - The Bench
- § 02.7
Aggravated Croaking-and-Driving
- Officer Croaksworth #047
I pulled the gondola over, Your Honor. The Defendant was operating a lily-pad vessel while loudly singing about his own net worth. In key.
- The Defendant
Officer, you sang the second verse with me. The harmony was your idea. I have witnesses. I have the harmony.
- The Bench
Officer Croaksworth. Is that true?
- Officer Croaksworth #047
...It was kind of inspirational, Your Honor. I would like the preceding statement struck from the record.
- The Bench
It will not be struck from the record.
NEGOTIATED DOWN — sentenced to one (1) public apology. The Defendant did not apologize.
The dossier on § 02.7 — the officer's own harmony - Officer Croaksworth #047
- § 07.3
Lily-pad Ponzi Pad
- Prosecutor
Section seven-point-three. You leased one lily-pad to forty-one separate tenants at the same time.
- The Defendant
Forty-two, if you're interested. Ground floor's still open. Bring a deposit, Your Honor — no pressure, but it's moving fast.
- The Bench
There is no pad.
- The Defendant
That's the genius of it, Your Honor. No pad, no overhead.
- Officer Croaksworth #047
Confirmed for the file: there was never a pad. Forty-one frogs paid deposits on open water. The forty-first is, somehow, recruiting for the scheme from the courthouse lobby as we speak.
GUILTY — restitution ordered in flies, paid in IOUs.
The full score — 'The Pad That Never Was' - Prosecutor
- § 13.0
Impersonating a Tax-Paying Frog
- The Bench
The final charge. You walked into the Croaktown registry and filed as the responsible twin — the one who never skips a pond-toll.
- The Defendant
I filed as a frog of impeccable character. The name was a formality. The character was borrowed. I gave it back in worse shape, sure, but I gave it back.
- Prosecutor
The clerk wept.
- The Defendant
And then I expensed the tissues. Filed under 'charitable giving.'
- The Bench
This Court has heard enough. On every count before it, the finding is the same, and the Court sees no reason to phrase it politely.
GUILTY — on all counts. The frog he impersonated files on time and has never once been worth writing about. The Court finds him GUILTY AF.
The dossier on § 13.0 — the good name he borrowed - The Bench
The lay of the swamp
The Swamp Map
Five ways deeper into the underworld. Pick a door — they all wind back to me eventually. That's how you know whose swamp it is.
- The Rap SheetEvery count they could make stick, and a couple they invented. I did all of it grinning.Read the charges
- The JobsThe heists, worked step by step — the casino, the tongue-press, the pad that never was. Take notes.Case the jobs
- The CrewEvery toad, cricket, and bent cop on the payroll or in my debt. Loyalty runs one direction. Down.Meet the crew
- The Croaktown GazetteThe swamp's fish-wrap of record. They run my name on Page One every week. I never write in.Read the front page
- Frequently Alleged QuestionsThe questions the swamp keeps asking. The answers my lawyer keeps begging me not to give.Ask the frog
Lost? Good — a frog who can't be found can't be served. Every trail on this map is a work of parody; follow at your own risk.
The verdict never quite sticks
Court's Still in Session
You've read the certified transcript. The case isn't closed — it never is. New motions, fresh confessions-that-aren't, and the next adjournment land on the feed before they reach the record. Follow PooPee on X and get the ruling before the bench does.
Follow PooPee on X — @getpoopeeNo dues. No bail bond. Just the feed. Contempt of court is practically the house style.