A/N: After much deliberation, I've decided that DX needs a whipping boy to help them out with the dirty work.

Cody is so in. He's perfect for the part.

Shawn was leaning back in a steel chair, twiddling his thumbs and humming "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred.

"Shawn, why the hell are you humming that ridiculous song?" Triple H asked, looking up from the WWE schedule for the week.

"Hunter, I'm allowed to. Haven't you heard my entrance music?"

Triple H nodded. "I suppose you're right." He traced his finger down the schedule. It included the cards for RAW, SmackDown, and ECW. He stopped when he came across something to his liking. "Look, Shawn! SmackDown is in the same city as RAW this week. Since we're already here, do you want to mess with JBL?"

Shawn jumped out of his seat and walked behind Triple H, looking over his shoulder at the card. "Sure, that sounds like fun."

"You know, Shawn, we aren't getting any younger here. I think we need a young kid to help us with the dirty work. I think I threw out my back when we were tossing condoms at Lita," Hunter explained, grabbing his back.

Shawn placed his hand under his chin, as if he were in deep thought. Nodding, he said, "You know what, Hunter? I think you're right. Who were you thinking of?"

"I don't know. I think we should just make our usual rounds and see if anyone pops up."

"Good idea. Got your gun?"

"Loaded," Triple H said, showing Shawn the bright green squirt gun that was tucked into one of his belt loops on his jeans.

"Got mine," Shawn said, brandishing his bright orange squirt gun at Triple H.

"Hey! The first rule of gun safety is to never point it at someone unless you intend to shoot them!"

"Don't worry, Hunter. It's only water. Let's get Little Orton and Vince and go find ourselves a minion."

Sheriff Rangers DX hopped on their horses and galloped out of their headquarters. They passed a multitude of Superstars, but none of them had come up to their liking.

Hunter pointed out the Superstars, but Shawn always had a reason not to pick them.

"Cena?"

"No, he's too popular. You know he's too cool for DX."

"True. How about Jeff Hardy?"

"Nah, we don't need any more gay jokes with the rainbow hair thing."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that, Shawn. You should know all about accepting people for who they are. How about that Santino guy?"

"Humorous as that would be, he would butcher every word we say."

"True, once again. How about Ron Simmons?"

Shawn stopped in his tracks, and Hunter followed suit. They two stared at each other for a few moments. "Nah," they both said at the same time, taking off again.

"Shawn, we've been through a multitude of Superstars, but none of them have come up to our liking."

"Alright, the next person we encounter, we'll pick if they aren't a total idiot."

"Fat chance of that happening," Triple H said as the two turned the corner.

The next people they saw were Cody Rhodes and Hardcore Holly. Sheriff Rangers DX galloped up to the unconventional tag team and stopped once they reached them.

"What the hell do you guys want?" Holly asked.

"Settle down, there, Hardcore. We're in need of a minion," Hunter said.

"I don't want to be your little minion," Holly said.

Shawn let out an overly exaggerated sigh. "Fine, Holly. You don't have to be our minion," Shawn said in a fake depressed voice.

"Hey, Cody, do you want to do it?" Triple H asked.

"What's in it for me?"

Hunter and Shawn looked at each other, and then silently agreed on something. "We promise that we won't mess with you. And if we visit ECW, we'll tell your daddy that you're being a good little boy and staying out of trouble," Shawn said.

Cody thought about it for a moment and then nodded his agreement.

"Cool beans," Hunter said. "Follow us."

Triple H and Shawn got off of their horses and carried them along with them. They brought Cody back to their headquarters.

"Do you like JBL?" Hunter asked as they walked in.

"Not especially," Cody said. "That guy gets on my nerves."

Triple H and Shawn smiled at each other. "Hunter, it looks like we've picked a good one."

SmackDown

"Do you know the plan?" Shawn asked Cody. DX and Cody were hiding in the gorilla position, peeking out behind the curtain. JBL was standing in the ring, talking about how much the city they were in sucked.

"Yep," Cody replied, waving the scroll that he had in his hand.

"Good, because it starts…now!" Hunter said, pushing Cody out onto the stage.

JBL noticed him coming down to the ring. "Cody Rhodes, this isn't RAW. You're daddy isn't here. Why are you interrupting JBL?"

Cody got in the ring and grabbed the microphone right out of JBL's hands. "Quit talking about yourself in the third person. It makes you sound more retarded than you already are. I have an apology to read you. It's from DX. They want to say that they're sorry for stealing your hats." Cody carefully walked over to the other side of the ring so that he was facing the ramp and JBL had his back to it. Cody unrolled the scroll and read, "Dearest JBL, we are totally aware that you are the wicked witch of SmackDown."

The crowd went nuts. Shawn and Triple H were sneaking down the ramp with their squirt guns. They were creeping down ever so carefully on their tiptoes, as if they were afraid that the slightest sound would give them away. Shawn was carrying an extra cowboy hat with him.

Cody continued reading. "While we are not afraid of your evil ways, we believe that we may have gone too far with our antics this time. We aim to entertain, not to personally offend our targets."

Triple H rolled into the ring under the bottom rope. Shawn handed him the hat and stayed on the outside. Triple H opened the container of his squirt gun and dumped its contents into the hat. It was a sick yellow substance. Shawn plugged his nose and waved his hand in front of his face, signifying that the liquid smelled really bad. Hunter turned to face the back of JBL. He reached up and pulled JBL's hat right off of his head. Shawn jumped into the ring as JBL turned around. Hunter placed the new hat on JBL's head, and the special ammunition that Hunter filled the hat up with spilled down JBL's face. Sheriff Rangers DX stood back to back with their arms crossed as JBL flailed around in disgust and Cody read the last part of the letter.

"However, if you actually thought that this was a sincere apology, then you are certainly a much bigger idiot than we had anticipated. And if you're not down with that, we've got two words for you." Cody rolled the scroll back up and placed it under his arm. The crowd yelled "suck it," but Hunter and Shawn screamed, "YOU'RE WELCOME!"

Sheriff Rangers DX and their minion Cody all ran back up the ramp, laughing at what they had done to JBL.

Until next time…

A/N: I'm going to run out of ideas quickly.

I think I might have to bring ol' Bischoff back.

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