(Fade back in on Louie's Sweet Shop. Bobby is finishing the narration of his part of the story.)

Slip: As nice as this action is, what's the deal with the bad guys?

Sach: (Hiccup) You gotta have bad guys!

Bobby: What do you mean, what's with the bad guys?

Sach: I think they were good bad guys!

Slip: What's their deal with me an' Chuck's characters?

Chuck: Ya got a point.

Sach: You're good guys, too. You're all good guys! (Grabs the closest person - Dan - and gives him a hug)

Bobby: You're explorers.

Slip: Ya don't get it. I'm gonna give us a little backstory. So they're on the plane... *fade out of the Sweet Shop*

(Cut to the plane. Sach sits up front with Whitey. Slip and Chuck are across from them. Butch is in the back with the equipment. Bobby's in the pilot's seat, now wearing a pilot's helmet and goggles.)

Bobby: What are we gonna do now? Not only did we lose the map, but DuVal and his cronies have the map!

Sach: But we have the map, too.

Whitey: *Nods, grinning* Yeah!

Bobby: Ok, I'll bite. How do you have the map?

Sach: My friend Whitey here knows it from top to bottom! He made a second copy last night, after we got outta the night club. Just in case some nasty person did try to steal it from us!

Whitey: *taps the side of his head* I'm always thinkin'.

Bobby: Good thing. At least we can stay one step ahead of those goons now.

Butch: How do you know those guys, anyway?

Bobby: I've run a couple of shipments for them. (Makes a face) I had to jettison the last one when the cops were on my tail...and they didn't like it.

Slip: Chuck an' me useta work for that DuVal guy and the women. He wanted us for the work. The women wanted us for som'en more than that. 'Sides, they were sellin' things illegitimately, which ain't our racket.

Bobby: I know. I hauled some of it...although that's not what I had to jettison. (Makes a face) I’m just glad both of the chicks always thought I looked like too much of a kid to jump in my lap.

Butch: What DID you have to jettison, Bob?

Bobby: (Breath; then) Opium. Cocaine. Drugs. The hard stuff. They were bringin' it in from Asia...but the cops found out, and I had to dump it.

Sach: Those guys need a new hobby.

Slip: Ya think?

Bobby: So, where are we heading next, Whitey?

Whitey: West is next.

Sach: (Looks at Whitey's copy of the map) Oooh, Silver Gulch! I like that. It sounds...westerny.

Whitey: We're lookin' for keys. The first one's under a western town.

Butch: Keys?

Bobby: Must be the keys to this treasure you guys keep talkin' about.

Whitey: Yeah, to unlock the town.

Bobby: (Nods) That makes sense.

Butch: When are we gonna get there?

Bobby: In a couple of hours.

Sach: Maybe we'd better stop to get some air. The Chief looks green.

Slip: *Nods* I don't...do good in planes...

Bobby: It won't be much longer, Slip.

Sach: Can we open a window?

Slip: *Waves a hand* I'm gonna be fine.

Bobby: Ok, then, Slip. Hold onto your saddles, 'cause we're headin' out west!

(Fade out on the plane turning around and making west. Fade in on a typical western town set. Too typical. Like "Bowery Buckaroos," it looks OLD West, the 1850s instead of the 1950s. When we see the guys, Slip's driving a covered wagon. All of the guys wear their costumes from either "Bowery Buckaroos" or the "Lone Disarrangers" sequence from "Dig That Uranium.")

Sach: (Pushes his way up front with Chuck and Slip) Look at this beautiful country! I could live here!

Slip: We could prob'ly derange that, Sach.

Sach: (Looks behind him) Hey Whitey, are we almost there?

Whitey: Yeah, it isn't much further.

(We see them travel under a wooden sign. Sach looks up and reads it.)

Sach: (Reading) "Silver Gulch. Population 300 live ones and 50 dead ones." (Grins) Sounds like a nice place to visit.

Butch: (He peers out, too) Are we here yet?

Sach: (As they pull up in the Western town) Yeah, we're here...unless Monogram has another western set we ended up on.

Bobby: (As Slip and Chuck help him out) So, when do we start looking for this key?

Whitey: Right now.

Sach: I hope it's under the nearest delicatessen. I'm hungry!

Bobby: You're always hungry, Sach!

Butch: (Rubs his stomach) Actually, I could use a little somethin', too. We've been on the road for ages!

Sach: (Points to the Last Chance Saloon) How about there? I have a good feeling about that place.

Bobby: (Frowns at some of the tough customers going in) I'm not so sure, Sach..

Sach: (Grabs Slip's shirt sleeve) Oh please, Chief? I'm so hungry, I could eat an elephant on rye!

Slip: Ya prob'ly will.

Bobby: (Shrugs) Why don't we eat first? We're gonna need energy to look for that key.

Butch: And remember, those other creeps are still after us, too!

Sach: Come on, Chief! Maybe they shoot pool in the old west!

Slip: Then go. I ain't holdin' ya back.

Sach: Oh boy! (Grabs Slip's arm) Come on, Chief! Let's show 'em what us Easterners are made out of! (He drags him over to the saloon.)

Slip: Saaaach!

(The other guys exchange looks and chuckle as they make their way to the saloon.)

(Cut to inside the saloon. It looks exactly the same as the saloon in "Bowery Buckaroos." There's cowboys and ranchers playing cards, a bartender handing out drinks, and lovely ladies in fancy ruffled dance hall outfits and feathers waiting on the crowds. Bobby takes Slip's arm and frowns as they go in the door.)

Bobby: (Points to a familiar blond man all in black and his two lady friends in elaborate Victorian suits) Ain't that DuVal and his unfriendly lady friends?

Slip: That's them. I’d know 'em anywhere.

Sheila: (Smirks and waves at them; she wears a red velvet suit with black trim; Zelda wears a simpler wool gown in purple) Hello, gentlemen. What a surprise!

DuVal: Hello, boys. Didn't expect to see you here so soon.

Slip: Didn't suspect you at all.

Sach: Ooop! It's these guys again. Can't we go somewheres without you buttin' in?

Sheila: Actually, we have a proposition for you.

Slip: *Folds his arms* What kinda proposition?

DuVal: I thought you might want to play a little game of poker with me. I'm quite good at it.

Bobby: He ain't gonna play with you!

Sach: Yeah! You'll cheat!

Slip: Don't ya mean yer good at cheatin'?

DuVal: I wouldn't do that to you. I want to beat you fair and square.

Sheila: I doubt any of you are very good at poker.

Slip: Is that what ya think? I happen ta be very good at Poker.

DuVal: Oh, you are, are you? Why don't you show me?

Sheila: (Nods and pats the chair next to her) Why don't you join our game?

Slip: I'd rather sit somewhere else.

Sheila: There is no other place. (She pulls him down next to her.)

Sach: (He pulls between Zelda and Slip) Mind if I cut in?

Slip: Don't sound so happy.

Zelda: Yes.

Sach: Ok! (He pushes between them) Oh boy, I can't wait to watch!

DuVal: Zelda, why don't you deal, dear?

*Zelda glares at Sach, but does as asked.*

Butch: (He tugs on Chuck's sleeve and points at DuVal) Maybe we ought to make sure that guy's on the level.

Chuck: *Nods* Yeah.

DuVal: (He smirks at Zelda) I'll take one card, Zelda.

Butch: Come on. (He and Chuck sneak behind DuVal; he whispers to Chuck) Hey, where did that extra ace come from?

DuVal: (Turns to Slip) You look nervous, boy.

Bobby: (He pats Slip's arm) He's fine. He knows what he's doin'. He's the best poker player in the Bowery.

Sach: Yeah!

Slip: *Glares at DuVal* One card.

Butch: (Mutters to Slip) I don't know if he's magic or what, but he suddenly made an ace appear.

*Slip nods once.*

DuVal: (He smirks even wider) I'm ready.

Sheila: So am I.

Zelda: I'm out.

Slip: Ready.

Sheila: Pair of kings.

DuVal: Two Kings and three aces.

Slip: *Slowly smirks* Flush...ace-high.

DuVal: (Stands) What!?

Sheila: (Stands too) How...

Slip: Som'en wrong?

Sach: (Leans over Zelda and grabs Slip in a hug) Good work, Chiefy!

Bobby: (Pats Slip on the shoulder) Yeah.

DuVal: You...you...cheater!

Butch: No, YOU'RE the cheater! We saw you!

Chuck: You made that third ace appear out of nowhere!

DuVal: You have no proof.

Butch: Then where did that ace come from?

DuVal: (Growls) Get them! Get those boys!

Sach: Yipes! Gunfight at the Long Branch Corral! I've gotta get outta here! (Jumps on the table, scattering cards everywhere)

DuVal: You're gonna help us find that key...whether you want to or not!

(Butch punches at several goons...but they're both bigger than he is. One easily clamps a hand over his mouth; the other picks him up and carries him out.)

*Chuck runs into the same problem of trying to fight off multiple goons, both of whom are twice as big as him. One of them easily lifts him up and takes him away, in the same direction Butch was taken.*

Bobby: Chuck! (He shoots at the goons...but one DuVal whacks his gun across Bobby's knees. His shot goes wild and hits several glasses on the table as he collapses to the floor, yelping in pain.)

Slip: *Sees Bobby go down* Bobby! *decks the nearest goon, aiming to make his way over to Bobby*

DuVal: (Kicks at Bobby's leg; he yelps again) Bring this one. He owes me money. And the younger boys and the Professor may be useful. Kill the other two. Jones is an idiot and Mahoney the Elder is a bastard.

Slip: I'll show you a bastard!

Bobby: (Yells in pain as DuVal kicks at his knees again) SLIPP!

*Slip dodges a goon and makes a b-line for DuVal.*

(Two of the goons haul Bobby to his feet...and almost go down with him when he collapses. One gags him; the other picks him up and carries him out.)

DuVal: Where's Professor Johnson, Mahoney?

Slip: I don't know. Right now, all I want is for you to be black an’ blue an’ pleadin' for mercy.

DuVal: You'll be the one who's pleadin' for mercy when I get finished with you...acck!

(Suddenly, a pale blond and dark blond blur drops onto DuVal from the ceiling beams! One blur shouts "Routine Two!" on the way down.)

*Slip slams an uppercut at DuVal's chin.*

(DuVal lands a blow in Slip's gut.)

*Slip doubles over, coughing.*

(DuVal ducks away before Whitey and Sach can grab him. Sach helps Slip to his feet.)

Sach: Chiefy! Say somethin'! Did he hurt ya bad? If he did, I'll kill 'im!

Slip: *Coughs, holding his gut* Sucker punched me.

Sach: I oughta sucker punch HIM! He hurt you, an' he hurt Bobby's bad knees, too.

Slip: He brushed off my punch...

Sach: So we'll get him next time! We just gotta figure out where they took the other guys. (Turns to Whitey) I'm glad they didn't get you. You have the other map.

Whitey: You're glad? I'm elated!

Sach: Hey Whitey, where does it say we go on the map?

Whitey: The big red X here, of course!

*Slip just groans.*

Sach: Come on, Chief. You can lean on me.

Slip: That wasn't what I was groanin' at.

Sach: (He puts his arm around Slip) Chiefy, how are we gonna save the other guys? Those goons are bigger n' us, an' stronger.

Slip: We gotta draw out the goons first. After that, we can tie 'em up, then walk in like we own the place.

Sach: How are we gonna do that?

Whitey: How about we just make a noise?

Slip: *Smirks* Couldn'ta said it better myself.

Sach: I can make noise! Come on, Chiefy, let's go make noise.

(Cut from them leaving the saloon to the Jail House. Butch is chained up in the jail cell. Zelda holds a bound and gagged Chuck on her lap. Bobby is being chained awkwardly to bring maximum discomfort to his shattered knees. Butch is nearly in tears.)

Butch: Let them go! Get off Chuck...and you're hurting Bobby!

Bobby: I can take it, Butch. (He glares at DuVal) I went through worse during the War.

*Chuck whines into his gag as Zelda's fingers roam over him.*

Sheila: Enjoying your new playmate, Zelda?

Zelda: I sure am!

DuVal: Now, we just need to find that key and get rid of the others.

(Suddenly, there's a cacaphony of banging and crashing coming from outside of the jail! DuVal makes a face.)

DuVal: Probably some of the horses. Would you boys go check it out?

Goon #1: Yes sir! (They all hurry out except for Sheila, Zelda, DuVal, and the boys.)

Sheila: (Smirks at Zelda and Chuck) I suppose you'll want to keep that one for a while.

Zelda: Of course.

DuVal: You can do what you want with Mahoney the Younger and the little boy. (Nods at Bobby) I have some things to discuss with Jordan.

Bobby: I told you I'd pay you back!

Butch: I'm not a little boy!

DuVal: (Looks up; frowns) Where are those idiots?

(What they didn't see was three familiar figures jumping on the goons in the window behind DuVal as they came outside.)

Sheila: They probably got lost. They weren't hired for their brains.

Slip: *Appears through the door* You could say they got lost.

DuVal: Mahoney!

Sach: (Also peers through the door) Mahoney and Company, at your service! Here's the Mahoney... (Whitey and Sach get on either side of him) And here's the company!

Butch: Slip!

Bobby: What took you guys so long?

Slip: We had a few goons to dispatch first.

Sach: Yeah! They're all takin' a nap now.

DuVal: (Holds up his gun) I'm gonna enjoy doing this, Mahoney. (He pulls the trigger...but nothing comes out.)

Sach: Whaddaya know? Ran outta bullets.

Slip: Ain't that a shame?

DuVal: (Smirks) I'll bet you can't find that key.

Bobby: They...owwwww! (Sheila kicks Bobby in the shin with her high heels.)

Slip: That's it. *tackles Sheila*

(Sheila reaches around Slip and gives him a good squeeze in the rear.)

Sheila: Oooh, lots to hold there!

Slip: *Can't help his yelp* Not fer you.

(Butch snorts. Bobby grins through his watering eyes.)

Sheila: I do love foreplay, even if you're not my type.

Slip: I hate foreplay, an' I sure as hell ain't interested in bein' yer type.

Bobby: Slip, she has the key!

DuVal: (Sach has him around the middle) Shut up, you mouthy brat!

Slip: *To Sheila* Do ya now?

Sheila: You only get it if you beg.

Slip: I don't beg...but I've changed my mind about the foreplay. *gooses her*

Sheila: Oooh, maybe you're more fun than I thought!

Sach: Chief! You know what kind of girl she is!

Slip: *Ignores Sach* I can be a lotta fun. *runs a hand over her*

Sheila: Why didn't you say so? (Runs her hands all over him!)

*Slip does the same, but he's looking for the key.*

(Sach tickles DuVal's chest while Sheila's distracted. He laughs...and Sach gets him down on a chair and ties him up.)

*Slip is starting to get frustrated, not finding the key after practically covering Sheila's entire body...with the exception of a few places he was hoping to avoid.*

Sheila: What's wrong? You look like you've just eaten a lemon! Surely you like what you see?

Slip: Well, yeah, I just...

*Slip grins and grabs at her chest, constantly reminding himself he's merely searching for the key.*

Sheila: Ooooh! You naughty boy, you.

Bobby: (Makes a face) That's not the first place I'd put my hand.

Sheila: No one asked you, Jordan.

*Slip's fingers finally brush the key. He plants a kiss on her to further distract her and pulls the key out. He key in hand, gasping for air and looking like he's going to be ill.*

Sheila: (Gasping for air...her eyes are clouded) God...you're good...

Sach: Chief, you found it!

Bobby: (As Whitey unties him) I feel sorry for you.

Slip: *Swallows hard* Me too.

Bobby: (As Sach helps him to his feet) Now, let's get the other lady.

*Slip steels himself and goes to Zelda. He pulls Chuck off of her lap and wedges between them.*

(Sach catches Chuck and unties him.)

Zelda: I wasn't done with hi... *Slip cuts her off with a full-on kiss*

Sach: CHIEF! How many girls do you need?

Bobby: I know you've had your share, but...

*Slip pushes Zelda away, who's now dazed. He really looks pale. She slumps back into her chair, a dazed grin plastered on her face.*

Sach: (Grabs Slip) Chief, are you ok? Speak to me!

Bobby: You're a braver man than I am.

Slip: Had ta do som'en.

Butch: (Whitey is unlocking him) I feel sorry for you, Slip. I wouldn't kiss those chicks for all the pianos at Steinway!

Sach: But he got the key!

Chuck: *Takes Slip’s arm* We'd better get going.

(DuVal is now tied to a chair and gagged. He growls and snarls...but to no avail. He attempts to kick at Slip.)

Slip: Knock it off.

Sach: Are you ok, Chuckie? Did that lady do anythin' to ya?

Chuck: Nothing permanent, no.

Butch: (He and Whitey hold him up) Bobby, are you ok? Do you think you're up for taking us to our next location?

Bobby: (He's wincing and just barely on his feet, but he nods) Yeah, I can.

Sach: (He pats Slip on the back) Good work, Chief.

Butch: Yeah, you saved us!

Slip: Just did what needed ta be done.

Bobby: And you got the key. Maybe you ought to keep it.

Sach: Yeah! (Hands Slip a length of rope) We can keep the keys here.

Slip: Thanks. *puts the key on the rope*

Bobby: (Sees the murderous look in DuVal's eyes) Let's get outta here, before that jerk breaks loose and the goons come back.

(The group heads out, leaving the women dazed and DuVal tied up in the chair as we fade out.)