A/N: This was first written in August 26th, and it's still going on to this day. CartoonNetwork90sFan and I only own our OC's and everyone else belongs to their respective owners.
I know what you're thinking; this isn't Cartoon Network City, that's because you're right, because this story started in The Wild West in the year 1849: where heroes are going to save their town, but right now, we see three blue dogs. Riding on their horses on is the famous Huckleberry Hound and the female young dog who wore a pink top with black hat and purple neckerchief and the boy wore a blue pants, brown vest with a black neckerchief and brown hat. They are Carolyn and Darryl Hound: the niece and nephew of the famed Huckleberry Hound.
"Uncle Huck, are we lost?" Darryl asked.
"We're not lost, kiddos, ya just gotta trust your good 'ol Uncle Huck." The adult dog smiled.
"I feel like we haven't seen a city in years." Carolyn complained.
"I'm getting tired and hungry, do we have any food?" Darryl asked.
"Yeah, we got a nugget, remember?" Carolyn smirked.
"You always have to have a smart comeback, don't ya, Sis?" Darryl sighed.
"Sure do." Carolyn giggled.
Darryl groaned and rolled his eyes as they rode along through the Wild West plains for what seemed like an eternity. Luckily, they soon stopped into a restaurant.
"Finally, some food," Darryl said. "I could go for a ham sandwich or some steamed apple pie just like Mom always makes."
"Let's see what they got, kiddos." Huckleberry smiled to his niece, nephew, and even their horses.
They were all allowed into the restaurant and found some food at long last.
"Ah, a sizzling hot dessert like they talk about." Darryl smiled hungrily.
But unfortunately, much to their dismay, it was just a mirage.
"No, no, no!" Darryl complained. "Why? Why? WHY?!"
"Don't be overly dramatic, Bro." Carolyn commented.
"Shucks! It must've been one of those tricky type mirages." Huckleberry said to his niece and nephew.
Darryl and Carolyn looked annoyed as they had been tricked. They were soon crawling around under the blistering hot sun.
"I sure could use a glass of water right about now," Huckleberry panted. He got his wish, however, it was a big wave which then splashed on them, getting all of them wet. "Me and my big mouth." He then muttered.
"And of course, the worst obstacle yet: The California Freeways," The narrator said, showing old-fashioned stage coaches lined up like in a modern day traffic jam. "But these natural hazards were a piece of cake compared to..."
"The Dalton Gang!" A short man grinned as he stood with his group.
"Duh, I'm Dinky." The big and tall man said, scratching his head.
"I'm Pinky." The man in pink said.
"I'm Finky!" The tiny man sucking his thumb added.
"I'm Minky~" The girl grinned while twirling her gun around.
"And I'm Stinky!" The leader concluded. "We're the Dalton gang!"
"Oh, Dalton Brothers-" The photographer began.
"And Dalton Sister!" The girl glared.
"Eh, whatever, say 'Cheese'!" The photographer then told them.
"Cheese!" The Dalton Gang soon beamed and had their picture taken.
"We're the baddest people in the West!" Minky glared. "Nobody can top us!"
"I don't think so, Dorkette!" A young male voice retorted.
The Dalton gang then turned around to see Kevin and his gang.
"Oh, no! Not them!" The narrator cried out.
"Who are you kids?" Stinky demanded.
"Why it's Kevin Barr and The Cul-De-Sac Kids!" The narrator announced.
"Well, some of them anyways..." Kevin clarified as he showed Gwen and Becky, holding them both.
"Well, it rolls off the tongue..." The narrator shrugged.
"Gosh, I think we have competition." Dinky said stupidly.
"Jeez, ya think?" Stinky deadpanned.
"Get lost, ya geezers!" Lee scoffed. "We're running the town! We were here first!"
"I don't think so," Stinky glared. "I don't see why we have to do what a bunch of bratty kids say."
"Dude, are you wearing pink?" Kevin mocked Pinky.
"Real men wear pink." Pinky glared.
"Whatever you say." Kevin smirked as he laughed at him.
"Dinky, get rid of 'em!" Stinky commanded.
"Duh, sure, Stinky!" Dinky replied.
"Go ahead and try it." Lee smirked as she brought out a turkey baster and squirted at him.
"What the?!" Stinky glared. "What is that?!"
"It's called a Canadian Squirt Gun." Becky replied.
"How lame can ya get? Well, ya know what we got?" Minky replied as she pulled out her gun and twirled it around her hands. "You're playin' with the big boys and girl now!"
Becky then squirted with water which knocked the guns out of her hands. Minky blinked and looked over.
"You were saying?" Becky replied. "Or would you like a taste of Lee's Krankshaft #5 perfume?"
"Hmm... You guys are good..." Stinky had to admit before getting an idea. "Why are we fighting each other? Son, if you would like, how about my team and your team work together to take over the city?"
"Hmm... Sure, on one condition," Kevin replied. "If you let me gather up more men and women in my group."
"Sure," Stinky grinned as he shook hands with Kevin. "The more, the merrier."
"That's my Kevin." Becky smiled.
"Butt out, Becky, it's my turn!" Gwen glared.
"You had your turn last week!" Becky glared back.
"That doesn't count, I was in bed all week with chicken pox!" Gwen retorted.
"Blah, blah, blah." Becky replied.
"Sarah, do you have the wanted posters I wanted you to get?" Kevin asked.
"Sure do, Kevin." Sarah replied, handing the posters to him.
"Okay, you guys, here's who we get." Kevin said.
His gang looked over at the wanted posters of Alejandro and Maya Burromuerto, Hunter, Danielle, and Hannah Dastardly, Eva Chantrey, Maggie Quinn, Amy McAuley, Heather Wong, Shelly Tanner, Jacques Fischbacher, Josee and Anna Mae Lemieux.
"Hey, those are my best friends," Sarah pointed out. "Hannah and Anna Mae."
"Think they can help us?" Kevin replied.
"I know that they will..." Sarah grinned darkly. "What're best friends for, especially with vengeance?"
"Is that Eva Chantrey?" Gwen then asked. "I've heard stories about her."
"So have I. Nobody's ever beaten her, I mean, nobody," Jonny replied. "Not even the toughest guys. One time, I heard that she broke this guy's spine in a split second."
"I know with her on our side, nobody will touch us." Kevin grinned.
"But I doubt this that someone like Jo Elliot could beat her." Becky spoke up.
"Don't worry about that, Jo disappeared a long time ago," Kevin replied. "Nobody can find her so we've got nothing to worry about," he then looked back to the adult cowboy. "Stinky, if we may, we gotta recruit our members."
"Go ahead, son." Stinky allowed.
"We're gonna teach 'em varmints a thing or two." Jonny said, trying to speak like in a Western drawl.
"Let's go, you guys." Kevin told the others.
His gang smirked and got on their horses to recruit their members. Their pictures seemed to go over town with a reward of $2,500.
"The Dalton Gang and Kevin and the Cul-De-Sac Kids..." The narrator said. "Wanted dead or un-alive."
The Dalton Gang and Kevin's gang, along with their new members, were robbing the bank. Stinky and Kevin were holding the banker as their gang were taking the money.
"Thanks, old man. We're gonna be rich!" Danielle smirked.
"You're never gonna get away with this," The banker replied. "Someone will stop you."
There seemed to be a peaceful family walking together, a man and a woman walking while strolling their baby along who had some candy only to be robbed by the gangs. The baby cried and the woman yelled out as they had been robbed by the gang, no matter who they were as they had been victims.
"The Dalton Gang and Kevin and the Cul-De-Sac Kids were despicable, lowdown, no-good cheating thieves, rotten to the core bull cats!" The narrator stated.
"What was that, Big Mouth?!" Stinky glared into the fourth wall.
"Uh... I-I said the Daltons and Kevin's friends were just the nicest group of fellas you'd ever wanna meet, and cute too." The narrator said nervously.
"That's more like it!" Stinky laughed.
"Yeah, otherwise we would've done something to you, Mr. Narrator." Kevin added.
"But the long arms of the law finally caught up to old Stinky and Kevin." The narrator then informed.
Two long arms soon reached out for the two leaders.
"Whoa!" Kevin and Stinky yelped.
Suddenly, we are shown a courtroom.
"Hey, man, what gives?!" Kevin glared.
"The Droopy City court is now in session." A cowboy said as he took his hat off while Kevin and Stinky were literally dragged into court. "The right honorable Judge Tumbleweed now presiding."
"Mr. Stinky and Mr. Barr, you've been charged with assault, train robbery, cattle rustling, and worst of all, bucketing mothers!" The judge informed.
"Gee, we're sorry." Kevin replied.
"Now you shall pay for your crimes," Judge Tumbleweed glared. "Ladies and gentleman of the jury, what is your verdict?"
"Guilty, Guilty, Kevin and Stinky are guilty~" The jury sang like in a schoolyard jingle.
"Mr. Stinky and Mr. Barr, I sentence you both to 90 years in The State Penitentiary." Judge Tumbleweed glared.
Kevin and Stinky growled at the Judge.
"Erm... Make that 90 days in the county jail." Judge Tumbleweed then nervously said.
This made both of them then growl angrily at him.
"All right, how about 90 minutes in the corner with no television?" Judge Tumbleweed then asked.
"No television?!" Kevin gasped before glaring. "Forget it, pal, we'll take the 90 days!"
Meanwhile, the two were thrown in a jail.
"While Stinky and Kevin pounded in jail, their gangs waited peacefully in the town of Two Bit, California." The narrator narrated.
"There was a little town called Two Bit, Where people lived in harmony~" A chorus sang from nowhere. "They never had no kind of trouble, There was no sign of misery~"
There were then gunshots heard which made the chorus run away screaming and even made a baby cry.
"Greetings and salutations, to, um..." The Mayor greeted before pausing.
"Two Bit City, California." Ms. Bellum told him.
The population number seemed to be dropping.
"Ah, yes, I knew that, I'm the Mayor of this little town at your service," The Mayor continued. "Just one word of advice, folks: steer clear of the Daltons and cul-de-sac kids. They'll steal the shirts off your backs."
Suddenly, the bad guys rode by to prove his point.
"Not to mention your pants." The Mayor said nervously before running away with Ms. Bellum.
"The Daltons and the Cul-De-Sac Kids are running amuck!" Flem cried out.
"It's every chicken for himself!" Chicken added.
"Ellody and me first!" Lightning replied.
"Now, now, there must be an intelligent way to do this." Ellody said.
"THEY GOT GUNS!" Lightning told her.
Ellody just sighed and shook her head at her slow-witted athletic boyfriend.
"What are we gonna do?!" Carl panicked. "We're all helpless against them!"
"Hmm... We gotta do somethin'," Pops replied before getting an idea. "Unless..."
"You got a plan, Pops?" Little Suzy asked.
"It might work if... She helps us..." Pops replied.
Everyone gasped as they knew who he was talking about.
"Pops, you don't mean...?" Zoey asked.
"Sure do, sweetie." Pops nodded.
"But she's vanished after the death of her parents," Scott said. "How do you even know that she might even come back?!"
"Yes, but she was raised by her uncle and he was the best gunslinger in his time." Little Suzy reminded.
"Still... She might come back though, maybe even Jo Elliot." Scott replied.
"There's a legend behind her." Pops told them.
"A legend?" Dakota asked.
"Yes," Pops nodded. "According to the legend, if there's a full moon and a wolf howl, that means that she's coming after you."
"A wolf?" Chicken asked.
"If you people keep repeating everything I say, we're gonna be here all day." Pops told them.
"All day?" Lightning asked which made Pops glare at him. "Heh... Sorry..."
"Sorry, Pops," Johnny said. "Please continue."
"Anyway, as I was saying, if there's a full moon with a wolf howl, that means she's a-comin'," Pops told them all. "They also say that she can make your shadow come to life, and make your own shadow attack you."
"It's just a legend though, so no one knows if it's true or not, I just know that she lives with her uncle because this is an alternate timeline." Little Suzy commented.
"She has a point," Pops admitted. "I just say you all better watch your backs, but who even knows if she'll ever come back into town after the death of her parents from... Uh... Well, no one knows how they died, it's one of the biggest mysteries in this town, like why are we suddenly in The Old West when we all live in a modern day city in other story-lines?"
Everyone shrugged as they looked confused.
"I dig my Western outfit though." Lightning smirked.
"As I was saying, she's the only one who can stop Kevin and his gang." Pops soon concluded.
"You think that she still lives with her uncle?" Anne Maria asked.
"That, girly, I don't know, I just do not know." Pops replied.
"Well, what's to stop us from seeing him to go see her? Anne Maria asked.
"She may not live with her uncle anymore because she's probably a bit older, and she tends to travel a lot, and I mean, alone," Pops replied. "Not even with her best friends: Juniper Lee and Dee Dee Tartovosky."
"Is June gone too?" Zoey asked.
"Yes, ma'am, she lives out of town." Pops nodded.
"So, what do we do, Pops?" Carl soon asked.
"I suppose all we can do now is hope and pray for the return of Mike Mazinsky." Pops said.