Greed's Community Service: Part 1

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“Now, you must pay for your crimes.”
Upon hearing that, Greed gulped.  Judge Hubble, on the other hand, didn’t bat and eyebrow, and he continued talking.
“You have committed heinous acts against this community,” the blue carpenter bee continued, picking up a sheet of paper.  “For example, you walked on the grass even though there was a sign that told you not so!  Such insolence!”
“Come on, it was a small sign!” Greed insisted, trying to plead her case.  “I certainly didn’t mean to do it!”
“Well, you did,” Hubble said flatly.  He turned back to the paper, and continued reading down the list.  “Your other terrible crimes include spitting gum out onto the sidewalk, walking across the street without using the crosswalk, and wearing a T-shirt to the mayor’s town get-together.  A T-SHIRT!  When formal attire was specifically requested!”
“I guess I didn’t read the small print on the invitation,” Greed said, shrugging.  “Oops.”
“‘Oops’ is right,” the blue bee said, frowning.  “And now, for committing these awful acts, I will now sentence you to. . .!”
“Oh no, don’t send me to jail!” begged Greed.  “I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” the judge asked, raising and eyebrow.
“Anything,” Greed promised.  “As long as it doesn’t involve prison.  Or spiders.”
“Well, I do have something in mind that meets those requirements,” Judge Hubble said.  “I was going to sentence you 24 hours of community service, not sent you to jail—and I have someone in he community in mind for you to serve.”
“Who is that?” Greed asked.
“Well, my son Curt is currently in his final semester at Triton University,” the judge explained, “but he’s failing biology.  The teacher has given him one final extra assignment to boost his grade.  I want you to help him with it.”
Greed thought about it for a moment, then shrugged, and nodded.  “I think that sounds fair to me,” she told the judge.
“Excellent.”  Hubble banged his gavel against its sound block.  “Come with me to my chambers, and we can discuss the details.”
He stepped off the bench, and Greed followed him out of the court and down the hall.  The room they eventually stopped in front of read, “Judge Hubble’s Chambers,” (a pretty boring, if obvious, title).  The blue bee opened the door, and Greed followed him inside.
“Have a seat,” the judge said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.  He sat down at the chair behind his desk, and once Greed was seated, he spoke.
“So, Curt’s assignment involves the tyrannosaurus rex that is being thawed out at the Metro Museum of Unusual Parts,” Hubble told her.  “Are you at all familiar with it?”
Greed shrugged.  “Not . . . really?  I haven’t heard of it. . .”
“You must not keep up with the news,” the blue bee teased, “considering it’s all the media has been talking about for the last couple days.”
She shrugged again.  “I guess I missed it then.”
“Alright.  Anyway,” Judge Hubble continued, “his assignment is to go inside the tyrannosaur’s digestive system, and take notes about how it functions,” he explained.  “And I want you to go with him.”
“Wait . . . you want me to WHAT?!” Greed screeched.  “Go inside a dinosaur’s digestive system?  But I don’t want to do that!”
“Well, you should have said so earlier,” the blue bee replied, smirking, “because you’ve already been sentenced to this task.”
She groaned.  “I thought you were going to make me tutor biology, not examine it up close!”
“Tha was your mistake then,” Hubble said.  He laughed.  “Look on the bright side.  It’s just a quick tour.  After it’s over, you get to go home.”
Greed sighed.  “. . . I suppose you’re right,” she admitted.  “Not that I have much of a choice.”
“Good!” the judge said cheerfully.  “I’ll call Curt now to see if he can meet us at the museum.  If he can meet us there now, we’ll head out there immediately so you can start helping him.
The blue bee pulled out his phone and dialed a number.  Greed watched silently as he made his phone call:  “Hey Curt, it’s Dad. . . Oh, that’s nice, very good. . . Listen, I’ve been thinking about your extra credit assignment, and I was able to recruit somebody to help you with it. . . I’m glad you’re thankful. . . Can you meet us at the Metro Museum of Unusual Parts now?. . . Good, good.  Alright, we’ll see you soon.”
Judge Hubble hung up the phone and turned to Greed.  “Looks like we’re all set,” he said, grinning.  “Shall we take our leave?”
Greed sighed.  “. . . I suppose so.”
“Great!  Let’s go.”
The blue bee lead Greed out of his office and down the hall, to the back of the building, and then into the parking lot.  His car was a sea greed Volkswagen Beetle, and after pulling out his keys, he opened the car and went in the driver’s seat.  “Get in the back, or the front passenger seat, whichever you prefer,” he told Greed.
She decided to sit in the front passenger seat, and so, the two drove off.  The Museum was just a five minute drive from the court building, and they soon arrived.
“Alright,” Hubble said after parking.  “Let’s go.”
They both left the car and walked up to a museum.  A young mantis was sitting on the steps, and upon seeing them, he waved and walked up to them.  “Hey, Dad,” he said to the judge.
“Hey Curt,” Hubble said.  He gestured to Greed.  “This is Greed.  She’ll be helping you with your assignment today.
“Nice to meet you,” Greed said, scowling.
“Nice to meet you too!” Curt said cheerfully.  He smiled at Greed.  “I’m glad to have somebody helping me with this assignment.”
“That’s . . .great!” she replied through gritted teeth.
“Now, let’s not waste anymore time,” the mantis said.  
“Let’s go explore a digestive tract!”