First off, let me say that I do not own the cast of Cowboy Bebop, if I did, then I wouldn't be writing fanfics as a way to pass the time.

Second, this story is a comedy, so it shouldn't be taken too seriously. So just sit back and enjoy it.

Oh yeah, this gets a PG-13 rating for language and very mild adult themes.

-Bojack727





In the distant future,

In a land where no man is safe,

Plagued by bandits and Outlaws,

Only the brave would dare to stand up against them,

They are…

The Federal Mars Sheriffs!

Introduction

The outside world was a harsh land of sand and sun, and many an unwary traveler had fallen victim to its power.

So it was a surprise to see a loan figure riding along under the hot desert sun, dressed the way he was.

The old prospector watched as the man in the black coat rode into town. He had long white hair and a long curved katana blade with a jewel incrusted handle that was rapped in silk, the scabbard was laced with pearls and silver, and an ancient kanji seal was on it.

"Where's the saloon?" The stranger asked plainly.

"Down that way." He said as he pointed his hand toward the center of the town.

"Thank you." He said to the old prospector and tossed him a coin.

"Wow." The old man exclaimed.

***



Featuring the Cast of Cowboy Bebop in

1 THE GREAT MARS SHOWDOWN

Spike Spiegel the Sheriff

Jet Black the Deputy

Ed the Little Girl

Faye Valentine the Owner of the Saloon

Vicious the Outlaw

Shin the Piano Player

Gren the weird man/woman





Act One: Screwing Around- In which nothing particularly important happens



Sheriff Spike Spiegel sat at his desk; he took a drag off his cigarette as he held up the Wanted Poster.

"Mad Doge Vicious: Wanted- Dead or Alive." Spike read the first sentence under his picture. He then checked the rap sheet. "Wanted for Murder, Assault, Manslaughter, Carrying a deadly weapon, --" The list went on.

Spike eyed the poster; the man was pale skinned with silver hair. He had a disturbing calm look on his face that screamed of rage.

Still there was the matter of the reward being offered by the Federal Government of Mars- 10,000,000 Woolong! The man who brought him in would get this sizable reward,

Vicious was reported to be heading for his town and he didn't like "Unpleasant Folks like him" in his town.

Just then, Deputy Jet Black ran into the office.

"Sheriff Spike," He exclaimed. "It's him! Vicious is here!" Jet yelled.

"No, not him?" Spike said.

"Yes, it's him!" Jet said.

This was just the opportunity for Spike, he could collect the money for turning him in and be a rich man, plus he would save the people from the murderous fiend!

"Thanks for the info, Jet." Spike said.

"What, aren't you worried?" Jet exclaimed.

"Damn right I'm worried." Spike began. "But it'll be worth it if we can take his corps to the federal marshal and collect the reward!" Spike explained.

Jet thought about this for a moment. "But you're a federal employee; wouldn't it look bad if you took the money?" Spike asked as he scratched his head.

"Damnit Jet, don't steal the wind out of my sails!" Spike exclaimed with a frustrated glance.

"Sorry Spike." Jet said apologetically.

Spike frowned and thought. "We're gonna have to think of something to do about this. It'll have to be clever, well thought out, and planned ahead of time." Spike said.

"That sounds like it would take a long time Spike." Jet commented.

"Yeah, it does… Ah, to hell with it! Let's just go shoot the shit out of him!" Spike exclaimed.

"Now you're talking, Sheriff!" Jet said.

Spike stood up and held up his IMI Jericho 941 Custom.

Jet then held up his Walther P99.

"Groovy!" The two men say in unison and then high-fived one another.

"Ouch!" Spike said, rubbing his after hitting it against Jet's cybernetic arm.

"Sorry Spike." Jet replied with a sweat bean appearing on the side of his head.

***

Spike and Jet stepped out of the front door to the Jail/ Sheriff's Office building, Spike adjust the brim of his hat and stepped out onto the sand covered street.

"Saddle up Jet." Spike instructed him coolly.

"Right, Sheriff." Jet replied.

The two unleashed their horses from the wooden bar and hopped on to them.

Jet looked over to Spike as they rode along.

"Spike?" Jet said as he removed a cigarette from his coat pocket.

"Yes?" Spike responded.

"How is it that we're riding on horses, yet I have a cybernetic arm and we have semi- automatic pistols?" Jet asked.

"Jet, what have I told you about questioning the continuity of the story?" Spike remarked. "If everyone always wanted to have everything make since then they wouldn't even be reading this story in the first place." Spike remark with a flustered expression, pulling the brim of his hat down

"Sorry." Jet said.

***

The two men rode toward the center of the town. They had heard some commotion.

Just then- a strange, androgynous looking child, wearing a gray coat and a large cap, ran up to them.

Spike looked down at him/her(?)

"Little boy,--" Spike started to say.

"I'm not a little boy, I'm a girl." The "girl" corrected.

A sweat bead ran down Spike's head.

"Yes, well, um, what your name?" Jet asked.

"Edward Wong Hao Pepelo Trivrusky IV. But you can call me ED!" Ed said to them.

Both men fell off their horses.

Spike straitened himself out and got back on his horse. "What's going on?" He asked the little girl.

"It's Mad Dog Vicious, he's headed for the saloon!" She informed them.

*Dun-dun-dun!*

"Where the hell did that music come from?!" Spike and Jet Exclaimed.

"No time, we'll look for the Phantom pianist later!" Spike instructed.

The two men started to head off, Spike turned to look back over his shoulder and said: "Thank kid."

"Wow…" Ed replied as she watched the brave Sheriff and his Deputy ride off to face their destiny against the evil, vile, despicable… Mad Dog Vicious.

"They're dead!" Ed remarked as she straitened out her cap.

~End of Act One~



Well, that was dramatic, I wonder what those two are going to be doing in the next act, hmm?

Well, you'll just have to find out, now won't you? ~_^

P.S. It would be most appreciated if you would give me a review of this story. But, pleas, no flames. Thank you. ^_^