Hey! Move it!
Why don't you go slay a dragon back at your castle?
-Uh, boss, he ain't a medieval knight.
-He's some kinda cowboy-- -Back off, Vito!
I'm genre blind.
Now, go show our friend the way back to his pirate ship!
Pirate ship?
Genre blind!
You heard the man!
Why don't you giddy-up outta here?
Or else we'll drag you off that cart
and then we'll... put you back on the cart and...
and then we'll make you... Ugh!
Sorry, can I re-threaten you?
Only thing worse than threatenin' a man
is threatenin' a man badly.
Uh-oh! He's got a can of Vita Rush soda!
Careful! He might quench his thirst at us!
-Let's teach Mr. Sody-pop
how we do things in the big city!
Hmm...
Ma'am.
Uh, howdy.
So, what, you in town for a rodeo?
Guess you might say I plan on ropin' in something of value.
That your train cart?
Might be.
Oh, judging from your interest in that armored truck,
you're attracting a lot of unwanted attention...
to both of us.
Well, you're doin' a whole lot of clickin' and beepin'
for someone frettin' about unwanted attention, Miss...
Lewis. Daisy Lewis.
But I'm known as "Kaboom," by name and deed.
I didn't catch your name.
No one catches Snake Rattler.
And judgin' by how you're eyeballin' that armored truck,
looks like we got a little problem on our hands,
-Ms. Kaboom.
Yeah, your problem.
That armored car is mine.
Suits me fine.
I'll be takin' what's inside it.
That right?
Maybe you should stick to cow poking and--
-Ha! Hey, Daisy!
Duke! Hey!
How's it going?
Nice day to innocently loiter across from a bank, huh?
You know me! Can't resist a good, innocent loiter.
-Who's your friend? -Oh, uh, we just met.
Lieutenant Duke DeTain, meet Snake Rattler.
There a problem, Sheriff?
We've received reports that someone matching your description,
Old West cowboy,
black hat, eye-patch, dangerous with a can of soda,
has been causing trouble in the city.
Ha! You just described half the people you're talking to.
Yeah, you got the wrong guy, lawman.
What I've got is poor Vito in the hospital
being treated for third-degree carbonation.
Please step over here and show me some identification.
With this souped-up chopper,
I can wear an absurd amount of top hats in more places
in less time!
Everything's finally going according to plan!
-Aah! My plan!
Git! Move it!
Why won't this thing listen?
It's a motorcycle!
Without ears or cognitive abilities--
Look, I understand
you're in the middle of a "thing" here,
but if we could possibly circle back for my top hats,
I'd really appreciate it!
See, I'm Top Hat Tom,
so, without top hats,
well, you can understand the dilemma...
Sorry, partner, you're slowin' me down.
Who am I?
Who is this lawman?
I can't shake 'im.
-Vita Rush. Black Cherry.
Guess I owe you one for helpin' with that lawman.
And I don't cotton to owin' no one nuthin'.
Well, you didn't soda blast Duke,
so let's call it even.
You ain't exactly the law abidin' type.
What do you care if I soak a cop?
Duke's a friend.
It's complicated.
You got a code. Everyone should.
I got one, myself.
My code.
It's a work in progress.
I'm fixin' to add an index, footnotes, a few illustrations.
Do you know how to draw someone deseedin' a pumpkin?
My code's gettin' a tad specific about that.
Having a code does complicate things.
We're both going after the armored car,
so I guess any understanding we have now won't matter.
Too bad. I think we could've been friends.
Eh, friends are just unambitious enemies.
Then may the best thief win.
Well, look who we have here...
Our little outer-space alien.
Hello, Kaboom.
You heard about the little stunt
your wizard friend pulled earlier
with the soda pop?
I was not amused.
I'm under strict doctor's orders not to get my eyebrows sticky.
Yeah, the boss put a big price on the cowboy's head.
We'll cut you in if you help us nab him.
Hm, interesting proposition.
I have no loyalty to this shady cowpoke.
Give me a minute to soak in your offer.
My eyebrows!
Impressive.
But why soda?
Element of surprise.
No one 'spects to be betrayed by somethin' so sweet.
Good luck tomorrow, Ms. Kaboom.
It's been a pleasure.
Look at us.
We might as well be painted with dollar signs and targets.
Do you ever think it'd be safer if we just wore jeans
and drove an old pick-up?
They don't pay me to think.
Wait, they pay you?
Eh, I don't wanna buy a soda. Let's get going.
You see? Dollar signs! Targets!
They don't pay me enough for this!
Okay, now you're just being mean!
This guy again?
We are not thirsty!
Man, Vita Rush's new promotional campaign
is really aggressive.
No one forces Lori Newfeld to purchase soft drinks!
-What?
Hey!
Well, well, look who got lucky!
Never. Luck is like milk.
-It either runs out or goes...
-...bad!
It's Duke!
Looks like neither of us is gonna get the loot.
So you best git gone while the gittin's good!
Where are we even going?
We could just stop!
Duke's, like, right behind us!
I am gettin' this money where it's supposed to go!
If I miss a delivery,
I don't get my big bonus check at the company Christmas party.
We have Christmas parties?
Get away from the door!
Ha! It's mine again!
No one steals a motorcycle out from underneath Top Hat Tom!
Ow!
This is the universe's way of telling me to just walk...
Dang code.
You'll be okay...
if you can hold off any kaboomin' for a bit.
Lemme fetch you some water.
Element of surprise.
No one 'spects to be betrayed by somethin' so sweet.
I'll be seein' ya, Ms. Kaboom.