A/N: Kennedy, much? I think so…

"Are you sure that Hardcore Holly isn't mad at you?" Shawn asked Cody as they were plotting their newest scheme on none other than Mr. Kennedy…Kennedy.

"He said he wasn't, and that's good enough for me," Cody said, wrapping up some fishing line.

"Hey, Rhodes, are you and Holly going down to the ring before or after Mr. Kennedy?" Hunter asked, standing over a scale model of the arena with his cowboy hat in his hands, fondling his sheriff's badge.

"Before."

"Damnit! Shawn, it looks like we're going to have to do this one ourselves," Hunter sighed, adjusting his pants.

"Hunter, please! This is not a strip club!" Shawn squealed, covering his eyes with one hand and Cody's eyes with the other.

"Shawn, I'm just adjusting my pants," Triple H blushed.

"Oh, Hardcore Holly did want to know what kind of sandwich it was that you smacked him with last week," Cody informed the two "sheriffs."

"Oh, it was a Subway Meat Lover's sub. We all know that Hardcore Holly loves long meat," Hunter grinned.

"Hunter! There are children in the room," Shawn hissed, pointing at Cody.

"Nah, he's a big boy now. Anyways, I'm off to do our latest dirty deed. Kick ass out there, kid," Hunter said, leaving the room with their latest concoction.

Later that night

"I swear, kid, if those two friends of yours come down and attack me again, your ass is on the line," Hardcore Holly threatened his young tag team partner.

"Don't worry, Bob. I had a nice talk with them. You're safe," Cody assured him. Yeah, for tonight, he added in his head.

Cody and Holly went down to the ring first to wait for the competition. They ended up waiting by JR and King since they knew that Mr. Kennedy…Kennedy had to do his whole stupid entrance thing.

Kennedy's tag team partner for the night, Santino Marella, came down next. He was stalking down the ramp, without Maria, calling his opponents Softcore Molly and Bundy Crosswalk. When Mr. Kennedy came out, he called for his microphone.

The crowd started laughing hysterically. Mr. Kennedy knew why when he caught what he thought was his microphone. Instead of grabbing a silver metal object, he grabbed a brown feathery one. He jumped back in shock once he realized what he had gotten.

"What?" Mr. Kennedy yelled as Sheriff Rangers DX appeared on stage. "Why are you bothering me?"

"Mr. Kennedy, we are invoking our power as sheriffs in this here ring," Hunter said with a western swagger in his voice.

"What's the crime?" Kennedy inquired, curious as to why he was being humiliated.

"Running your mouth like an idiot!" Shawn answered.

"This is the worst punishment ever! I do not like to put cock near my mouth!" Kennedy screamed.

Shawn covered his ears, but Hunter had to hold in his laughter. "You know, Kennedy, we knew that you didn't like to put cock near your mouth. Actually, we were under the assumption that you liked to put cock in your mouth."

"You little…" Kennedy said. Cody and Holly jumped in the ring. Santino had already taken his spot in the corner, making Kennedy the legal man. The referee rung the bell to start the match. Kennedy left the ring to chase down Sheriff Rangers DX and lost the match via count out.

Until next time…