Greetings, Toons! Bumpy Bumblebehr here, transmitting to you from somewhere I am absolutely, positively not supposed to be.

You all know the Lawbots. They wrap our streets in red tape, they read the fine print out loud, and they have been a thorn in Toontown's side for FAR too long. Well, Toons ... I think their case is about to fall apart.

Here's how it started. I was deep into my hibernation -- and I had just gotten comfy, too -- when the Toon Resistance called to ask whether I might look into some unusually high Lawbot activity in The Brrrgh. Waking a bear up early is a hard thing to bear! But an order from the Toon Resistance is an order, and I am nothing if not a Responsible Toon.

So off I went, snooping around Polar Place, when I stumbled straight into their hidden headquarters. It sits in the coldest corner of The Brrrgh, tucked behind a wall of legal documents so tall I needed a stepladder just to peek over it ... and guarded by every Cog on the block.

The moment I got inside, a whole pack of Ambulance Chasers came after me. "Do you hear a siren?" they kept asking. I answered with some well-placed birthday cakes (many happy returns, fellas!), but there were an awful lot more of them than there were of me, so I made like a Toon and ran.

I'm sending this from behind an enormous marble statue of who I can only assume is their boss, the Chief Justice. If they find me, I'll be on the docket befor and something tells me every last juror will be a Cog.

There isn't much time, Toons! If you're receiving this transmission, get yourselves to Lawbot Headquarters and infiltrate the place before I'm convicted of something I only MOSTLY did. So what do you say -- who's ready to throw the book at the Lawbots?

Stay Tooned, and Toons of the World Unite!

BUMPY BUMBLEBEHR
Toon Resistance, Witness for the Defense
Polar Place, The Brrrgh