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"And to show our appreciation," Harry Arm said, "we hereby present you with the Rickety Gulch Genuine Hero Award!" It was the award ceremony to commemorate the hero of the day, Phoebe Terese. All the attendees cheered her on, while Ralphie and Arnold watched from afar. "Hi-yo, Arnold! AWAY!" Once again, Ralphie fell off of Arnold back and groaned, "Oh, bother!" "What's the rush? The play's over," Arnold said as he walked off. "Besides, we're probably headed in the wrong direction." Tim and Dorothy Ann closed the play with one last song. And so the legend has been told Of Sheriff Phoebe, brave and bold But another story comes to mind And I do believe we still have time It's all about a bookworm and an artist-- Before they could get any further, Liz swiftly closed the curtain on them.

Later, after admiring her badge, Phoebe noticed Ralphie, Arnold, Keesha, and Wanda taking the phrase "clean up the town" a bit too literally. "R-Ralphie, wh-what are you doing?" she asked. "According to the play," Ralphie said, "it is the job of the sheriff to clean up the town. We're helping." In the midst of a coughing fit from a bunch of dust getting into her mouth, Wanda said, "I'll bet that Masked Tennelli and his faithful steed ain't sweeping those sidewalks!" "I'm not so sure," Arnold replied. "You know," Phoebe told Keesha, "o-once you get used to it, this sheriff job isn't all that hard." "Sure," Keesha scoffed, "as long as the Masked Tennelli's around." "Ah," Phoebe said in admiration. "The Masked Tennelli." Suddenly, Nasty Janet ran up to them disguised as a Pony Express delivery boy ("Telegram for the Masked Tennelli! Telegram for the Masked Tennelli!"). "The Masked Tennelli isn't present presently," Ralphie explained, "but we'll be happy to tell him, when we see

Inside the saloon, Wanda and Keesha were strung up by their waists on the antlers of a hunting trophy. The horse thief attending to Wanda secured her and returned to his Go Fish game ("Got any 3's?"). The other horse thief at the table simply said, "Go fish!" This triggered a bar brawl that was unpleasant for Wanda, Keesha, and Phoebe to watch. "Hey, Sheriff," Nasty Janet told Phoebe, "it's trouncing time!" "FREEZE!" Entering the saloon was Ralphie now wearing a cowboy hat, a red bandana, and black boots. As he walked in through the swinging door, he continued, "If you please." To Nasty Janet's surprise, Ralphie was able to get on top of the counter, giving Phoebe time to run away. "What are you?" Janet asked. With a slight pause, Ralphie said, "I am the Masked Tennelli, and this is my faithful steed." Crawling into the saloon on all fours, Arnold sheepishly said to his cousin, "Hello." "You are gonna try and stop me?" Janet queried incredulously as she grabbed an ice cream scooper.

"Maybe I shoulda stayed home today," Arnold groaned as he pulled the red wagon with Ralphie, Phoebe, Wanda, and Keesha inside. "At my old school," Phoebe said, "P.E. class never entailed trekking through the desert." "Water... water..." Wanda gasped. "Pizza... pizza..." Ralphie wheezed. "Oh, bad! Oh, bad, bad, bad!" Keesha declared dramatically. "It's the end, I tell you! We're lost! fried in the desert sun!" "E-Excuse me..." Phoebe began, but Keesha continued moaning and groaning about their current situation. "SCORCHED in the searing sands! We're--!" All of a sudden, there was a sudden jolt, and Ralphie, Phoebe, Wanda, and Keesha were thrown headfirst into or near a water trough. "Parched in a waterless wasteland!" Keesha continued, oblivious to what had just happened. "We're... we're..." It was only then that Keesha noticed where she'd landed. "Does anyone have a towel?" she asked. "Hel-LOOOOOO!" Ralphie called. "Is anybody here?" "No!" shouted a chorus consisting of Harry, Carlos

It was a busy afternoon at Walkerville Elementary. Ms. Frizzle was planning to take her class on a field trip to the old West, but the Bus wasn't in an agreeable mood that day. Wanda was able to salvage the afternoon, however, by suggesting they do a play about the old West, and even volunteered to help her set up the stage. At this point in preparations, Wanda was painting a cliff in the background. Pleased with the shade of brown she had used, she splattered it all over that spot. "It's almost time," Keesha said as she pushed the piano onto the stage. "Course, it'd be a whole lot easier if I was painting the backdrop and Wanda was moving this thing." Ms. Frizzle was preparing the floor, Tim was tuning the banjo, and Dorothy Ann was tuning the bass. "Uh, w-what's going on, Ralphie?" Phoebe asked. "Don't worry, Phoebe," Ralphie said. "You'll find out." A drumroll sounded as the audience waited in anticipation, and Ms. Frizzle walked onto the stage to great applause. Suddenly, there

I Do NOT Give a Flying Fuck about what Race you are. It's Who You Are as a PERSON, A HUMAN BEING that I judge you on. Not your color, you could be as white as snow or Barney The Purple Dinosaur and I'd still judge you on the merits of Who You ARE, Not WHAT, But WHO You Are. I know some idiot will claim this is racist because by god people will do everything they can to make you seem like a Racist Bigot. But I'm not. I judge people on Who they are, not What. What you are Should NOT Define Who You Are. What You are is Human. Who You are is Up To You. And it's by that logic that will determine what I think of you. People these days, especially in the entertainment industry make it seem like WHAT You Are is more important than WHO You Are. That's not true. It's Who You Are Underneath That Counts. Not The Skin on The Outside. That's just a shell.