The Apple Dumpling Gang Rides Again Page #3

Marshal What's-His-Name. Come on.

[Grunts]

- Marshal, you're just the man

we were looking for.

- Hold it right there.

- Yeah, b-but there were

two men in here, and they th...

- All right, now.

Just turn around,

remove your guns...

and drop them...

- Huh?

- Nice and easy.

Want to show him this?

I said drop them.

[Bullets Ricocheting]

Ooh! Ow!

Marshal, I'm sorry.

We didn't...

Well, I'll be dipped.

They got Woolly Bill.

They outgunned

Woolly Bill Hitchcock!

[Laughing]

- Let's get outta here.

- [Laughing Continues]

It's a sight for sore eyes!

[Laughing]

Boy, if anybody sees us

in these fancy duds,

we're goners for sure.

You know, I knowed

we never should have

throwed away our clothes.

It was good

for another three years.

Oh, here's your shirt.

Somebody throwed

noodles in it.

[Crowd Murmuring]

Well, how'd they

do it, Woolly?

- They must've snuck up behind ya.

- Let's get you over to Doc Sykes.

[Laughing]

I knew it would happen!

I just knew it!

They finally did it.

They got Woolly Bill!

- Two dudes did it. I saw it myself.

- Uh, did you hear that?

- Two dudes.

- Uh, probably from back East.

Woolly had the drop on 'em,

and they still outgunned him.

They's faster than...

They's faster than

scalded cats, them two.

And I ain't crazy neither.

I saw it myself.

Yeah, uh, you actually saw

these two guys, is that right?

Well, I got to get

over to The Clarion...

and give my eyewitness report.

[Grunts]

[Laughing]

They did it!

They did it!

[Laughing Continues]

You know, since we went

straight, we're in more trouble

than we ever was.

- Can't we go back

to terrorizing the West?

- We can't go anywhere, stupid.

We don't have money

for train fare...

and we can't ride

that dumb donkey of yours,

'cause you can't find her.

Come on. Get dressed.

[Crowd Gasping]

They call theirselves

the Apple Dumpling Gang.

- They what?

- Well, that's what

they said, Mr. Hitchcock.

The Apple Dumpling Gang.

They's the same two

that outgunned ya, Woolly.

[Hitchcock]

Yes, I see them.

I saw 'em myself,

right after they shot the guns

out of your hands.

Hard to believe,

ain't it?

Did you really have

the drop on 'em, Mr. Hitchcock?

He sure did. And that's the donkey

the others lit out with.

Why, the gang

must have split up.

Those are the two I want.

I'll keep this, if you don't mind.

Oh, of course, Mr. Hitchcock.

Glad to help...

anyway that I can.

- Our picture's never gonna get

in the history books now.

- Oh, yes it will.

We'll go down as numbers 16 and 17

shot by Marshal Woolly Bill Hitchcock.

- Let's get out of here.

- Huh?

[Theodore]

You know, Amos...

we pulled a real slick one

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