(We open with the boys walking out of the doctor's office in Bowery Canyon. Slip still looks a little pale.)

Sach: You ok, Chiefy?

Slip: I told ya, I'm gonna be fine. The doc said it'll take some time and rest before it really heals, but what's he know?

Sach: Uh, he's a doctor. It's his job to know this stuff.

Chuck: Maybe we ought to find Mama and Louie. They might be able give you somethin'.

Sach: An' they'll know more about those guys who attacked us.

Slip: I hope so. I wanna give 'em a piece-a my mind.

Sach: I think those guys were familiar. I know I've seen at least one before...

Slip: The goon what was mouthin' off at me.

Chuck: *Nods* He was the familiar one.

(The boys walk into the Jail House. Mama and Sheila are there, both looking grim. Mama looks up, frowning. Her eyes look worried.)

Slip: *Sees Mama's look* Oh, I don't like that look yer givin' me, Mama.

Mama: We just got the ransom note, boys. Sally and Louie were hijacked by bandits.

Slip: *His eyes blaze* They what!?

Chuck: *Groans* Oh no.

Sach: They were hijacked by bandits, Slip! Didn't you hear Mama?

Slip: *Sends a death glare at Sach* I hear 'er. *turns to Mama* What do the bandits want?

Mama: They want all of the money in the town treasury (frowns) and the Lone Disarrangers to deliver it. (She sinks into her seat) I don't know what to do. Mayor Dudley is all for it.

Sheila: It's a shame we don't know how to get a hold of those Lone Disarrangers. After all, this is your family. (Smirks a little) And I heard the small one is quite enamored with your niece.

Slip: *Folds his arms to keep from flying off the handle* We'll find the Lone Disarrangers, one way or another.

Sach: Yeah! We'll find 'em.

Mama: Butch and Whitey went to get the money. They'll meet you at the cart.)

Slip: Good. (Nods at Sach) C'mon, lets go find the Disarrangers.

(Cut to the cliffs. Butch and Chuck are driving. Whitey is in the back. Slip and Sach's backs are turned and bare - they're changing into their Lone Disarrangers costumes.)

Chuck: *Sighs* I don't like this. It's a horribly obvious trap.

Slip: *Pauses in changing* I don't care what it takes. We're gonna get them back, even if I gotta give my right arm!

Whitey: Uh, Chief...

Slip: *Glares at Whitey* Shudup. *He goes back to changing. His demeanor demands that the others not to mess with him.*

Sach: I don't think Chiefy's in a good mood. How about you guys?

Whitey: *Timidly* Scared.

Chuck: I'd rather be anywhere but here.

Sach: Do you think Chiefy would notice if I jumped out of a moving carriage?

*Slip clunks a closed fist over Sach's head, never once looking at him.*

Whitey: *Nods* I think so.

Sach: (Points to a dusty old shack leaning against a cliff side) That place sure looks spooky. You SURE I can't jump out of Lucy now?

Whitey: *Eyes widen* I'd go with ya!

Slip: *Latches onto both of them* This ain't nutin'.

Butch: Yeah, guys. (He stops Lucy) Whoa, girl. (Turns to Slip) You guys have the money?

Slip: *holds up the satchel* Right here. *Climbs out and drags Sach with him.*

Sach: But Chief, Lucy might get lonesome! Someone should stay out here with her!

Slip: I ain't worried about Lucy.

Butch: (As they step into the shack, which is mostly two rooms with some bare furniture and dust) It's awfully quiet in here.

Sach: Too quiet. I don't like it.

Slip: *Calls out* HEY, WE'RE HERE!

(Six bandits come out, holding guns. Two more hold a disheveled Gabe. His black outfit is dirty and torn, and his face his bruised. His hands are tied behind his back, and he's been gagged.)

Bandit #1: Hello there, boys. (Puts up his gun) Hand over the cash, or your buddy here gets it.

Sach: Gabe! Oh Chiefy, they've got Gabe!

Butch: I was wonderin' what happened to him.

Slip: I can see that.

Chuck: This is bad.

Sach: (Nudges Slip) Routine 5, Chiefy?

Slip: *Draws his gun and shoots out the light; in the darkness he calls out* Routine 5, boys!

(We hear scuffling and grunting in the dark...until the camera pulls outside and reveals that the door has been knocked down, and everyone but Gabe and Sach is spilling into the desert! Sach is untying Gabe.)

Sach: You ok? They rough you over, or anythin'?

Gabe: *Stares at Sach for a moment; then* No, they didn't.

Sach: Come on. We gotta go help the guys!

(He pulls him outside. Chuck is struggling with one. Butch and Whitey tickle the feet of two more. Slip and Wallace are deadlocked. The others are unconscious.)

Wallace: Give up, boy. The Black Falcon already has your number.

Slip: That can't be. Our number's unlisted!

Wallace: That's a dumb joke. (He twists Slip's arm behind his back...the bad one) The Black Falcon knows who you really are. She's gonna get rid of you, boy, and take over this town.

Slip: *Yelps unwillingly* Yeah? Well, she ain't done it yet. *grunts, trying to pull free*

Sach: Chiefy! (He pulls out his whip and slaps it across Wallace's arm. He yelps and lets Slip go)

Wallace: You! You little idiot! (Holds his arm) I'm gonna mash you into meatloaf!

*Gabe takes advantage of the distraction and clips Wallace right on the chin.*

Slip: *Winces as he rubs his arm; to Gabe* Nice shot.

Gabe: Thanks. Been wanting to do that for a while now.

Sach: Chiefy, you ok? Did he hurt you bad?

Slip: I'll live.

Butch: (Nods at the other men; Whitey and Chuck are tying them up) We got the rest of them. I think we oughta bring these guys to Mama.

Sach: Who are these guys, anyway?

Slip: *Walks over to Wallace and nudges him with his foot* This one's been hanging around that Saunders dame. *gives Wallace a kick to his chest, then turns to rejoin the others, smirking*

Sach: Didn't he say he was with the Black Falcon?

Butch: Yeah, that's right.

Slip: He did make mention of that name.

Gabe: *Nods* They are members of the Falcon's crew, but they've been very closed-lip about WHO it is.

Slip: *Somewhat thoughtful* You know, I just had the craziest necklace of an idea...

Sach: You do? I don't. (Thinks) The Black Falcon is a lady?

Butch: I heard Wallace say that. (Raises his eyebrows) I can't believe the Black Falcon is a dame!

Slip: Not just that, my inane intimates. I would even go so far as to say that Saunders dame IS the Black Falcon!

Chuck: Her?

Sach: The lady in the tight dress? Why would she be the Black Falcon?

Butch: That's a good question. She's rich. She doesn't need the money.

Sach: An' she's the one whose jewels got stolen!

Slip: I know it don't seem so likely, but I got a pretty good feelin' about it.

Butch: Well, it would give her a reason to not like us, for one thing.

Sach: Yeah. We're pretty loveable guys. I thought it was weird that she kept sayin' we're bad when we ain't!

Butch: Trying to throw the scent off her.

Slip: Predominantly.

Butch: And I'll bet she didn't like you two interruptin' her robberies, either.

Sach: But what would she want Sally n' Louie for?

Slip: Because I've had the feelin' she knows who we are, 'specially since the train ride. That dame ain't as dumb as she looks.

Sach: She knows you like Sally, Slip.

Butch: And Louie's all of our friend...and Mama's husband.

Slip: Right. (Frowns) That note said they were s'posed to be here. Instead, we found Gabe, so where're they hidin' them?

Sach: I dunno. Maybe we could ask those guys. (Points to the men, most of whom are now starting to come to.)

Slip: *Smirks* Oh, this I'm gonna enjoy.

Wallace: (Groans) Ohhh...what hit me?

Slip: *Picks up Wallace, then nods toward Gabe* He did.

Wallace: (Growls) That bastard! I'm gonna go back to mashin' his face in... (But he's tied up and can't get loose)

Slip: You seem tied up at the moment.

Wallace: You little ass! When I get my hands on you... (Struggles)

Sach: The Chief wants to ask you some questions!

Slip: That's right. ‘Sides, you already had yer hands on me.

Wallace: I ain't answerin' nuthin' without a lawyer.

Slip: Any you boys wanna play this guy's mouthpiece?

Sach: Gabe used ta work with a lawyer!

Gabe: *Comes up alongside Wallace and grins* At your service.

Wallace: You're a lawyer? I thought you were a Fed!

Gabe: I can't be both? :

Slip: Enough chatter. First, we wanna know where Sally and Louie are?

Wallace: Who?

Slip: *shakes Wallace* You know who I'm talkin' about. Young lady and short older guy.

Wallace: Oh, those two. The Black Falcon kept them with her. Thought they could be more useful with her.

Slip: You already said the Black Falcon is a her. Wanna shed a little more alumination on the who?

Wallace: No.

Slip: Oh, now Mr. Wallace, I'd really hoped you'd be more willin' to recapitulate. *gets more in his face*

Wallace: Did anyone ever tell you you need a breath mint?

Sach: Yeah! Mama an' I tell him that all the time!

Slip: Tell me who the Falcon is, and I'm stop breathin' on ya. *They're practically nose to nose now*

Wallace: (Makes a face) You'll never get me to talk.

Sach: Let's tickle him until he talks, Chief! I love that!

Slip: *To Sach* I know you do, but I want this one. *turns his attention back to Wallace* You & me got a score to settle. *holds a fist right up to Wallace's nose*

Wallace: Yeah. If that idiot buddy of yours hadn't interfered, I woulda killed you the first time. I would have killed you back at the tournament!

*Slip just smirks. He turns his fist over onto Wallace's nose so it's between his fingers. He brings up the other hand to tweak his nose, otherwise known as routine 12.*

Wallace: (Roars) LEMME AT HIM!

Sach: Nice Routine 12, Chiefy!

Slip: *To Sach* Thanks. *then motions for Wallace for more* Go ahead, I ain't goin' nowhere!

Wallace: Lemme bite you! (He tries to take a bite out of his nose.)

Slip: *Backs off* If you was hungry, why didn't ya say so?

Wallace: I'm hungry for your blood...an' so's the Black Falcon. You've been interferrin' with her for way too long, you little sidewinder.

Slip: *shoves his wounded arm in Wallace's face* If yer so hungry, then why am I still up and movin'?

Wallace: 'Cause you're damn lucky.

Sach: (Smirks and nudges Slip) You know, I wonder what Miss Saunders would have to say about all this? After all, she's really against criminals in her territory.

Slip: It ain't luck. It's skill.

Sach: But we did get lucky a couple of times.

Butch: (Mutters) Yeah, lucky we weren't killed.

Wallace: That's what I said!

Sach: I'll bet nobody gets as lucky as us!

Wallace: You idiots couldn't find your mother's needle in a haystack.

Sach: I'll bet we could! Come on Chiefy, let's go find a haystack!

Slip: *To Sach* You weren't born, you was discovered!

Sach: I was discovered? By who, Monogram? Ooh ooh, maybe Warners!

Slip: *Smacks Sach, then turns back to Wallace* Yer gonna tell us who the Black Falcon is.

Wallace: Why should I?

Sach: I don't know. Why should he?

Slip: *To Sach* Don't make me aerate you.

Slip: *To Wallace* Because I feel like gettin' a little frustration out. I got no problem usin' you if ya decide to not recapitulate.

Wallace: Give me your worst. It ain't nuthin' like what the Black Falcon will do to me if I squeal. :P

Slip: *smirks* I bet ya wouldn't dare eat yer heart out, you'd break yer teeth doin' it.

Sach: Aw, come on, Chiefy. I'll bet he couldn't even hurt us.

Slip: Nah, cuz he don't hit a guy when he's down, he just kicks him.

Wallace: I wish I could kick you now.

Sach: Do that!

(Wallace tries, but he can't get close to him.)

Slip: *Shakes his head* Darn shame you can't reach. *draws his gun* Y'know, I could use a little target practice.

Wallace: NO! I've seen you shoot! Miss Saunders saw you shoot!

Sach: Aha! He said a name!

Slip: *Holsters his gun with a smirk* Just what I suscepted, the Saunders dame. Thanks, buddy.

Wallace: Thanks for what?

Sach: You told us the name of your boss!

Butch: It IS Sheila Saunders! Where's she holding Louie and Sally?

Wallace: (Sighs; he knows he's been beaten) At the Mayor's House.

Slip: Okay, boys, we know where we're goin'. *pats Wallace's cheek* If yer a good boy, we might come back for ya.

Wallace: You're gonna leave us here in the middle of the desert?

Slip: Well, natterally.

Wallace: But you can't do that! We'll die of starvation!

Slip: *Pokes Wallace's stomach* I kinda doubt that.

Wallace: What about water? Can't you leave us some water?

*Slip shrugs and hangs a canteen on the wall, as far from the men as possible.*

Wallace: Hey, that's not fair!

Slip: *Shrugs* I'm gonna take lessons from you on what's fair? *He nods at the others* C'mon, fellas. We got more rescuin' to do.

Wallace: Hey! Come back here! HEY! (But the guys just walk back to Lucy and leave him and the other men trying to get the canteen.)

(Cut back to the Mayor's House in Bowery Canyon. The boys pull up in the back of the house.)

Butch: (Shakes his head) This place was always a little creepy.

Sach: Why can't we go in through the front?

Slip: Because they're prob'ly expectin' us that way. Even if they ain't, we'll get a better jump on 'em.

Butch: Any ideas on how we're gonna get in?

Sach: (Leans against the side of the house) I don't see how we're going to...oop! (He seemingly falls through a door in the side wall of the house; we hear his Goofy yell as he does)

Slip: *Leans in and calls after him* Good job, Sach!

Sach: (From inside) Uh, thanks.

Slip: *Waves the others on* We're goin' in...

(The camera follows the crew in...and into darkness. We see a few outlines, but nothing else.)

Sach: Oooh Chiefy... (His outline leans over Slip's outline) BOO!

*To which Slip immediately smacks Sach.*

Sach: (Rubs his head) Aww Chief, I was just havin' fun!

Slip: We're on a rescue mission!

Chuck: *Tugs on Sach* Sach, you gotta remember, they've got his girl.

Sach: Oop! That's right. 'N Louie, too. Don't worry Chief, we'll find her.

Slip: We're findin' both of them.

Sach: (He runs into the wall) Ooop! The wall came out and bit me!

*As Chuck pries Sach off the wall, Slip searches for another doorway & does by falling through the way Sach did with the first one.*

Slip: *Lands with a thud* Oof. Guess I found the next door way.

Sach: Cheif, you ok?

Butch: Did you find anything?

Slip: *Looks around* Yeah, a study... *grins* and a familiar face.

(The study looks pretty much like the study sets from several other stories...except for Sally tied to the desk chair. She struggles angrily...but her eyes brighten when she sees the guys.)

Sach: Sally! (They all run over to untie her; he takes off her gag) Are you ok? Where's Louie?

*Slip works on the ropes binding her.*

Sally: I don't know. They separated us shortly after we arrived. Thank goodness they were apparently warned not to do anything bad to me. (Makes a face) They were probably saving me for later.

Sach: We've gotta save Louie!

Sally: I'm coming with you.

Slip: I woulda ran over every single one-a them if they'd done som'en to ya.

Sally: We can still do that. (She gives him a little kiss)

Sach: She's crazy 'bout ya, Chief!

Slip: *Turns a few shades of red; grins* You and me, Sal, we'll run 'em over together.

Sally: (Nods) Not quite the two of us. We have help.

Butch: If they've hurt Louie, we'll ALL run 'em over. Louie's been good to us.

Slip: Right. We still need to find him.

Sach: Maybe some of us oughta split up n' tell Mama that Sally and Louie are here.

Whitey: I'll go!

Butch: I'll go with him.

Sach: Me too! (Starts leaving)

Slip: *Grabs the back of Sach's shirt* Yer stayin'. Butch, Whitey, you two go.

(They nod and head back for the secret entrance.)

Sally: (Nods at the door) Come on. They probably have Louie with their boss. They keep talking about her.

(They all tip-toe out the door as we fade out on the scene.)