Lucky Jack and Honest Jeff: A Tale of Two Jackrabbits

by Anon-Guy-3000

This is basically a retelling of the original movie, but through the perspectives of both Lucky Jack and Jeffery, otherwise known as Honest Jeff as a villain hiding in secret. Summary: Lucky Jack and Jeffery were brothers living together in Echo Mine with many other jackrabbits, but what happened on the day where they were all "flushed out like yesterday's oatmeal"?

The Fall of Echo Mine: A jackrabbit's tale

Anon-Guy-3000 Presents…

A HOTR fanfiction story…

The Fall of Echo Mine

August 1889, Echo Mine, Nebraska.

Life inside the mines had been full of, well, you know… life. The numerous jackrabbits living in the mines had called this place home, seeing that there weren't any humans digging in here anymore since there was a lack of gems and diamonds and such. It's been said that the rabbits had lived here for generations, but what happened, if by their arrogance and neglectfulness, would result in the consequence that would soon cost them everything…?

"WAIT A DARN OL' SECOND!"

A jackrabbit with a red bandana as well as a brown horse with a set of a saddle, tack and reins were sitting together in what seemed to be a dark movie theater. Lucky Jack pauses the movie/story/fanfic or whatever, turning around to face Buck.

"What do you mean that you forgot the stuff? C'mon, pardner. It was so simple to fetch!"

"Hey, man. Don't compare me to Rusty! He does all of the fetching anyway, so… Darn, okay. I'll get the snacks." Buck stood up and quickly galloped out of the theater in a flash, later returning with a set of snacks that he liked, such as apples, carrots, hay, and oats. He also gave Lucky Jack his share of snacks as well, which were smaller bugs for him to eat. "Here you go, Jack."

"Hooo-wee! Just the way I like 'em! Thanks, Buck!" As soon as he moved his snacks to a safe spot for him to reach, the two heard a sound of hoofbeats coming into the theater. It was…

"Hey! I know this movie! It's where I come in first, right?" Maggie said, the brown show cow wondering if Lucky Jack was going to tell her story as well as the girls'. "Wow, it's like my birthday or Christmas came in early or something!"

"Oh, good heavens. It seems Jack and Buck have made it here first. Thank you for saving our spots." Mrs. Calloway says, the black and white hat wearing cow sitting down with the rest.

"Wait, something seems different about the show… Lucky Jack, did you do something to it?" A curious Grace had asked, the yellow cow sitting with her friends. "It's like an opening prologue that tells you what's happening first before we come in. Is this really the same story?"

"I'm– munch munch I'm pretty sure the little guy's showing the same story, sister. But MAN! Deep fried grass has never tasted so good!" Maggie was chewing a bit loudly on her food, slightly irritating Mrs. Calloway.

Buck chuckles and replies to Maggie, "Well you enjoy yourself, cowgirl! We're gonna be watching something similarly to the original story, but with a TWIST! Ooh yeah, this isn't your ordinary run of the mill retelling story! Oh, no no no no. This time, it's just MILDLY different! More action! More adventure! More–"

"Dagnabbit, Buck. It's just the same story, but where I come in for the most part." Lucky Jack informs his equine friend, attempting to press play on the remote. "Well, I hope y'all are settled in, ladies, 'cause we're gonna–"

"HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!?" An unfamiliar high voice sounded, shocking the five main animal characters by surprise. Strangely enough, a meerkat with red hair and a reddish brown warthog had found themselves in the theater. I think you all know who these were… "Pumbaa, I thought you made sure that this theater was RESERVED for us! Who are these mooks from the country!?"

"Oh, Timon! I think they just wanna watch whatever they watch!" Said Pumbaa, who seemed obviously enthusiastic no matter what movie they wanted to see.

"Uhh, hey… Who in tarnation are you two?" Lucky Jack asked in confusion, seeing a very serious Timon get into his face. "Whoa! Boundaries, pardner!"

"Oh yeah, wise guy? I was gonna play THIS movie! Pumbaa and I do this every year nowadays!"

"Uhhh… but we watched it a month ago!" Pumbaa protested.

Timon rolls his eyes, still fixing them on Lucky Jack. "Look, I don't know what kinda MOOK you are, but you're in the wrong theater! I basically reserved this for me, Pumbaa, and–"

"Hey, little dude? Who's that behind you?" Buck asked, pointing his hoof at–

"Oh, hello. Are we watching your movie again, Timon?" It was Simba, well, the adult version of the iconic lion since he had peeked inside to hear what was going on. He takes a seat next to his friends, turning over to the main HOTR cast. "Hm… I guess all of you are here for this? Huh, I thought he invited a lot more than usual."

Both Lucky Jack and Buck exclaimed in unison, "A LOT MORE!?"

"Oooh! Meega likey! Stitch's seat!" The blue alien experiment has crawled his way from the ceiling, landing on the available seat just next to Simba. "Ih."

"Waaait, wait wait. Ain't he supposed ta be familiar or something?" Timon had pointed out, having a strange sense of Deja Vu before.

"You know, carrots. I think this is the right movie for us to watch together– … Uhh, whoa. What in the…?" A sly looking, but handsomely attractive fox had walked in with a police officer rabbit in casual clothing. Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps.

"What? What the– who are these animals? Why aren't they wearing any… uhh, hold on. That rabbit's wearing a bandana, so… … Hold on, what is THAT supposed to be!?" Judy had noticed Stitch in the theater, not sure what he actually was.

"Hold on, I don't remember inviting this many people here!" It was probably at this moment that Timon might have made a giant mistake, or did he…?

"You sure 'bout that, pardner? I really thought that it was just me, Buck, and the girls sittin' together." Lucky Jack obviously knew that he had no part in the growing theater of characters until–

"Whoaaa! This is a theater? Well, how d'you do, everybody?" A familiar rabbit with a pink shirt and blue shorts hopped along in the theater, followed by a fox and bear wearing clothes that looked like they came all the way from the south. "I's got a letter 'bout a free movie showin' here tonight. Is it a surprise?"

"Just sit down o'er there already, Br'er Rabbit! Sheesh! Everytime I's gots to tell ya to pipe down and quit runnin' your mouth like that!" Br'er Fox says, obviously annoyed with Br'er Rabbit as usual.

"Oh, just who are these RUFFIANS?" Mrs. Calloway says in disgust, already confused and unamused with the new guests entering back and forth. "Little one, did you have something to do with this? I can understand myself dealing with Maggie here, but these!? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Timon gulped nervously, looking at everyone piling in the theater. "Uh, ah… heheh, sorry, toots. I didn't know what happened."

"It's okay if you didn't know. I really think this should be a fun experience for all of us here. It wasn't your fault." The kind hearted Grace said, not wanting Timon's hopes and/or worries to decrease/increase.

"Raaaaaaaaaaagh… Stitch bored!"

Maggie found this as a good time to tell a little joke. "Hi bored, I'm Maggie! You want me to unbore ya while the movie starts or something? Haha."

"Well, go ahead now and play the movie! But, whatever you do… please don't throw me outta that theater!" Br'er Rabbit said for some reason, chuckling a little while Lucky Jack sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Golly. Some of 'em are city folk and others are just here 'cause of that other guy who unintentionally corralled 'em all in… Okay, 'xcuse me! EXCUSE ME!" Lucky Jack yelled in order for everyone to be silent. Timon was going to say something extra until he was hushed again. "Alrighty, folks. We're gonna watch this movie first, and then we'll watch that err– the grub lovin' feller's movie afterwards. Now, let's start at the beginnin'..."

"WOOO! MOVIE NIGHT!" Buck yells with glee as the movie/story/fanfiction finally begins…

… until Timon adds one more thing. "And so, it starts…"

—-

A flashback in the Echo Mine…

"Pa? When was this whole mine founded?" A young jackrabbit asked, assumed to be a young Lucky Jack when he was little.

"Well, son. Guess I got lots to explain. Sure you'll sleep after this?" said his father, who looked at the little jackrabbit while he slept in one of the holes of the mine.

"Yes."

His father chuckled, proud of his son's honesty. "Good. Now then, where do I begin…?"

"Long ago, this whole place right here used to be plainly empty… except for the resources and jewels that it contained. Once, there were so many of them humans diggin' around for diamonds and whatnot, but as time went by… there was no more treasure that they could find. The mines that they converted were left abandoned, as all there really was in the mines was nothin' but a faint echo… That is why it's called Echo Mine. And then, we came along, settled in here to avoid the predators and the harsh heatwaves, and all was dandy! Now, son. Are ya…" He then sees that Lucky Jack was asleep, relieved that his story had worked into putting the young jackrabbit to bed easily. "Heh heh, must be my lucky day… Night, son." He got up and went over to another hole to sleep in, having found it comfortable since the very first time he and the other jackrabbits moved here…

—-

Present Day, back to August 1889.

—-

Introduction

If I ever told you that one particular character was supposed to have a different role in the original movie, then maybe it would be best to give him more of a backstory this time! I do mean Lucky Jack, of course. Before being a shaman, chef, chief cooker, bottle washer, jackrabbit of all trades, and a farm rabbit with his iconic peg leg, he simply was all like the other jackrabbits. Echo Mine was their home, living in it safely to keep them away from the outside predators that were usually hungry for their meals. It may have been just days before the infamous cattle rustling outlaw Alameda Slim entered the mine as his secret lair of operations. This… is the story of how Echo Mine fell, and the tragedy of its multiple residents. Although, it is also the story of another jackrabbit who happens to be Lucky Jack's brother. He is originally an OC that belongs to Bovine Beauty, but I decided that it would be best for another HOTR OC villain to have an interesting story unlike the other human antagonists. Jeffrey, or Honest Jeff, is the name, with his part of the story telling how he went from a jackrabbit who was never paid enough attention to… leading to his betrayal and rise to a fearsome villain lurking in the shadows, posing a threat to most female animals that fall victim to his lies. Now… let us begin the story.

On one calm day, all of the jackrabbits were in the middle of the spacious mine, surrounding two jackrabbit twins near a handcar wagon with two spare saddles attached to the edge of it. There was Lucky Jack, standing proudly in his glory with a humble smile on his face. He wore his iconic red bandana, carrying a white cowboy hat as he placed it on his head. Luckily (Haha), it was a perfect fit for him due to its small size for the jackrabbit, and that was all he needed to wear. Near him was Jeffrey, who had yet to be a jackrabbit making a new name for himself in the near future. He sported a purple bandana and a black cowboy hat, but the difference about his appearance was that he sported a set of some pointy teeth, as well as added blacklining on his eyes. Seeing Jeffrey like this would only foreshadow the jackrabbit what he would soon become…

"Ladies and gents!" one jackrabbit with a medium beard on his face said, looking over to everyone present, "Standing right in front o' us today are Jack and Jeffrey! These two twins have been our finalists every time in this here competition, but only one can come out on top! Now, boys, climb aboard!"

Lucky Jack mounted on the saddle as did Jeffrey on the other end. The handcar wagon was on a single railroad track that had two barriers on each end of the track. The goal of this event was similar to the rough riding events in rodeo, like bronc riding. The two riders seated on the ends of the handcar wagon had to ride with one hand up as it goes up and down with the rider sitting deep on the saddle, making the handcar wagon mimic a bucking motion. The rider that stays on the longest as soon as the other falls off wins.

"You ready, Jeffery?" Lucky Jack asked as he lifted a hand up in the air, gripping onto the saddle horn tightly.

"I wouldn't be back in the saddle if I wasn't. Let's ride…" Jeffrey smirked, mirroring his brother's position.

With both jackrabbit twins ready, two other jackrabbits let the handcar wagon loose while holding it still earlier with ropes, as Lucky Jack and Jeffrey leaned up and down to try and counter the movement of the "bucking" handcar wagon. This was a jackrabbit's own rodeo show!

"YEEEEEEEHAW!" cried Lucky Jack with glee, seemingly enjoying the ride himself while his brother was trying his best to keep up.

"Rgh– c'mon now! Hyah!" Jeffrey was trying to put pressure on his saddle seat to make the handcar's other end fling up to try and launch his brother off. However, this wouldn't end for a while as the twins continued to excel at their rodeo riding skills. Only one would come out on top.

"Hooooo doggie! These two ain't givin' up anytime soon! This is why the brothers are the best at– Whooaaaa! AND HE'S DONE!" The jackrabbit announcer was clearly referring to…

Jeffrey was bucked off of the handcar wagon, holding his arm while trying to endure the pain himself. "Dagnabbit…" It seems he's been in a similar situation before, having lost to Lucky Jack previously in some instances. No matter how good he was, he had so happened to lose to his only equal.

"Whoaaaa now, girl." Lucky Jack jokingly said, stepping off of the handcar wagon as soon as he won his match against his brother. Although, he went over to check up on Jeffery. "Hey now, you doin' alright, brother?"

Jeffrey smacks Lucky Jack's hand away from him, slightly agitated with his brother's victory. "Fine… Now if ya excuse me, I wanna be left alone. You enjoy yer victory while it lasts." The frowning jackrabbit just walked away from him as the other jackrabbits held Lucky Jack, cheering for him once again as they always had, believing that he possessed an ability to remain lucky despite everything that is thrown against him. This would be proven further as soon as his real journey begins.

"Hip hip, hooray for Lucky Jack!" "Hoo wee!" "Alllrighty" "Yahoo!" "Wooo!" "Yeeehaaaw!" All of these cheers that filled the mine for Lucky Jack were genuine, supportive, and encouraging for our little hero. But, despite him getting all of the attention, a part of him feels that his twin brother would be destined to stay on the sidelines forever…

Jeffrey went over to his hole, which seemed to be a bit small, but roomy for him to reside in like all of the other jackrabbits that found a good place to rest. Although, he didn't feel any better himself afterwards, already having lost a numerous amount of times. Sure, he was seen by the others, but Jeffery was barely given any attention at all. Over the years spending time in the mine with his brother and everyone else, Jeffrey had started to loath living here. He was growing bored of the hollow place that was supposed to be a safe haven for all jackrabbits, and everytime he lost, something had begun to spark inside of his heart. Something… darker. Lustful for recognition… for power… for all of it. Suddenly, he began to hear unfamiliar voices further in the darker parts of the cave. It sounded like…

"Okay, boys. Just set it over there. Yes, that's right– HEY! GENTLY NOW!" Jeffrey went over to peek at the mysterious figure, who was an enormously fat man with long red hair and a beard, wearing a cowboy outfit with an orange color scheme. It seemed he was talking to three identical men with blond hair that were rigging the mine with several dynamite sticks. "The more dynamite we use to blow up SOME certain parts of the mine, the more room we'll have for all the cattle we've rounded up. So, easy with those sticks!"

"Yes, Uncle Slim!" the three voices replied, continuing to load the mines with dynamite.

Jeffery snuck up over to get a better look at the humans in the mines, accidentally stepping on a twig that broke, alerting them over to his direction. "Uh…"

"Huh, what– Who in tarnation goes there!? Who–" The large man named Slim had turned around and spotted Jeffrey at last, at first, confused on who he was. "Oh, uh… it's just another jackrabbit. Run 'long now, feller. We ain't got any business with you."

"You mean blowin' up the mine!?" Jeffrey had caught Slim by surprise through his ability to speak for humans to hear, making a shocking revelation commence.

"GAH! Wha– You can talk!?"

"Darn right I can talk you big ol' fool!" Jeffrey yelled, as if he almost cared about everyone living in the mine. "You really think you can just take us all out for yer cattle rustlin' business? Oh, yeah… I heard a lot of it, you varmint!"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa, just settle down here. Why don't we err… we come to an arrangement? You know… you look like a guy who's just lookin' for something to do. Ain't that right, little jackrabbit?" said Slim, placing his hands on his hips with a smile. "Look. You seem mighty reasonable yourself, partner. Let's make a deal… You tell me what you want, and I will teach you what I know and what I'm best at. Okay?"

"Hmph," Jeffrey snorts, crossing his arms together, "Well, the mine here sure is boring, and there ain't nothin' for me to do here unlike my folks. So…" An evil smile had erected on Jeffrey's face for the very first time. "I wanna find myself a new home, a sturdy business like yours for me to work in the shadows. I reckon… I'll just have to give up everything for my own survival, even if… even if it changes me. … I accept."

Slim sneers in delight, looking back over to the triplets. "ALRIGHT BOYS! Get ready… It's time that we make ourselves some room by BLOWIN' THIS PORTION TO SMITHEREENS!"

Jeffrey then smirked, wanting to improvise his plan by faking his death. In order to live a criminal lifestyle, Jeffrey must "die" and be reborn anew… another identity that no one knows truly other than by name. He hopped along back to his jackrabbit family…

Lucky Jack had placed his cowboy hat inside of a fallen minecart, later going into his hole to try and get himself some rest after his big day was done. The luckiest jackrabbit was checking off a tally mark of all his victories so far, but when he looked at the number of victories Jeffrey had… zero. This had troubled Jack deep down, even though the jackrabbits appreciated him more than his brother. Why was this? He didn't know either… unless he was suppressing the truth about his reasons. Maybe it was–

"Howdy, pardner." A familiar voice was heard behind Lucky Jack.

"Huh? Jeffrey! What are you doin' here now?" Lucky Jack had asked his brother, confused at first about his sudden appearance.

"Oh, nothin'... I just need some brotherly advice, if you know what I mean, Jack. 'cause, after all… ain't I your– RIVAL!?" Jeffrey held a stick of dynamite, intent on wanting to try and kill his brother, attempting to push him down so he could get away with it. But–

"Gah! NOOO!" Lucky Jack had rammed into Jeffery, trying to push him away from the dynamite that he threw before…

BANG!

The blast had affected both brothers, scarring Jeffrey severely with his ears being slightly damaged while also receiving a scar on his right eye as he hit a jagged rock. As for Lucky Jack, the explosion didn't affect him as much, but… his right foot was blown off clean, nearly losing consciousness until some of the jackrabbits were alerted to this. When they dragged him out to safety, parts of the mind started to crumble, as rocks fell down due to the impact of the explosion. Most jackrabbits tried to get away, but sadly, they fell victim to all of the chaos. As Lucky Jack would soon put it in his words, he and his family were all "flushed out like yesterday's oatmeal." The last thing that he heard was a high, cruel laugh. As for Jeffrey, the jackrabbit traitor had played dead for a moment until he found an opportunity to get up and make a run for it, reuniting with Alameda Slim and the Willie brothers after they were finished with clearing most of the mine. When the dust settled, and when both brothers had recovered… they had assumed that either one of them was dead. Jack assumed that his brother who recently went rogue had died trying to get his revenge, while Jeffrey assumed that Jack had died in the explosion. But… they have yet to meet again until fate decides.

THREE WEEKS LATER…

# Out in the land #

# Where the men

are tough as cactus #

# Out in the land where

the wild, wild west was won #

# Out in the land

of the desperado #

# lf you're soft

as an avocado #

# Yee-haw!

You're guacamole, son #

# Oh, home,

this ain't it, pal #

# Home, home,

home on the range #

# Home, home,

better go git, pal #

# You ain't

home on the range #

"Huh, Home on the Range… Well, it had been a handful of weeks since I've gotten outta the mine that used to be MY home, so the cowboys singin' in the background all have a point! But besides! Howdy folks, I'm Lucky! Lucky Jack's the name, and this is the story of my– Wha–" Lucky Jack, who was apparently narrating his part of the story instead of Maggie, a brown show cow who is the main protagonist of the original story, was interrupted by a hungry coyote. As a different song for comedic effect played, which was "I'm Alright" by Kenny Loggins, the jackrabbit didn't know what to do until he found himself in the most dangerous chain of events: The cattle drive, the wagon's wheel trapping his ears, horns poking him, landing in a nest of hawks in which the chicks and the mother attacked him, later hiding in a skull before finding himself in a rattlesnake's mouth. Crashing into a cactus while blinded by the snake, he didn't seem to notice a nearby cow that was named Maggie, looking at his montage of suffering while ignoring the fact that his luck had kept him alive. As she went over to live in her new home, which would soon be Jack's, we go back to our other hero who managed to get the snake off of his head, hiding into a hole to catch himself a breath of air.

"Phew! Oh gosh… dagnabbit, I was almost snake food!" Lucky Jack said to himself, just about having enough of all of the torture he went through in one morning. "Oh, howdy again, folks!" He turned to the camera, or literally outside of the computer screen here in this fanfic to speak to his readers or viewers, "I reckon y'all have heard another side of the story too, although I kinda was the first that you DID see just earlier ago. But anyways, as one story was told, another is shown off-screen, in which I come in! Folks, I promise I won't keep y'all roped in this rodeo of a story for too long, since it'll just be a short lil' recap of how I got to where I'll be someday… a new home for a peg-legged jackrabbit like me!" As Lucky Jack once again narrates, he grabs a vine and catches a nearby white horse by the neck, launching himself on top of the horse's back while snapping the vine reins. "HYAH!" With the crack of the reins, Lucky Jack rides away with the horse, continuing his journey further into the wilderness of the west. "Yeehaw! See y'all soon!"

Around the same time, back at Echo Mine… Get it? Because it rhymes, haha. So anyway, it was just A LONG while before Alameda Slim had begun his sights on the next ranch to buy out at another auction, since he was busy meeting up with the jackrabbit now known as…

"Honest Jeff! Well, I'll be. Ya finally made a name for yourself, my boy! Now, would you still like to tag along with us, or would you rather do things your way out in that big city you mentioned?" Slim askes Honest Jeff, who was smoking a cigar.

The scarred, battle-damaged jackrabbit could only smirk a little while he removed his cigar to speak up. "Y'all keep doin' what you gotta do. I have my own plans to worry about… It requires me to have some OTHER kind of excitement in MY life, y'know?"

One of the Willie brothers, Phil, had asked a question. "You mean like a… like a vacation?"

Gil added in, "Oh, why don't we go on a vacation?"

Bill had also chimed in, "Yeah, we should go on one after our job's done! All this cattle rustling business seems so–"

Both Slim and Jeff got agitated by the brothers, yelling at them all in unison, "SHUT UP!"

The Willies all shut up when they were told to. Then, Honest Jeff had continued with what he was originally supposed to say. "Alright, you three idiots. None of y'all heard about my plans, or where I'm goin'. If any of y'all happen to get arrested, or not, then I reckon ALL of you keep this a secret! Ain't no way in hell I'm lettin' my work come to an end this early. Got it?"

"Well, what is your wor–" Phil was about to ask before Honest Jeff whacked him with a pan.

"I SAID KEEP IT A SECRET YOU BUFFOON!" Jeff was beginning to lose his patience, threatening to hit anyone else. "Dagnabbit, Slim. I didn't know that yer nephews were this dim-witted!"

"Well now, Jeff. They're much better at helpin' me with my work, but you don't need to worry about that no more… Let me save ya the trouble of yellin' at them for you, okay?" Slim tries to settle Jeff down by taking the offer of dealing with his nephews himself. "After all, we had a deal for all of us to work together after we took the mine, y'know? Even those yodelin' lessons I taught you… You're gonna thank me one day, Honest Jeff. I'm mighty proud of ya–"

"HOLD UP!" Maggie says, prompting Lucky Jack to pause the movie while looking at her directly, "You mean this no-good cattle rustling singing fatboy kept his yodeling mouth quiet about your brother the whole time!? Ugh, talk about disappointing."

"Well, Maggie, we didn't really know everythin' back when that varmint was behind the scenes of… y'know what I mean."

"Can we get back to watching the movie, please? I wanna see some more action! Oh, uh… where do I come in?" Buck had plainly asked.

Lucky Jack sighs and presses play on the remote, resuming where he and the rest had left off.

"-of ya and your achievements, my boy. Now… good luck out there, old compadre!" Alameda Slim greets him off with a smile, seeing the unamused scarred jackrabbit leave the mine while he frowns. "Huh… little feller needs to cheer up some more."

Honest Jeff had exited the mine in some sheer annoyance, hoping that the plan wouldn't be ruined if Slim's nephews had obeyed and kept their mouth shut about his existence as much as possible. Don't worry, he thought to himself, Slim's gonna get those idiots to shut up 'bout me… He then climbed on top of a blond colored mare, who was apparently one of his first victims and enslaved female animals during the three weeks. Honest Jeff mounts on the saddle, digging his feet on her sides to gallop away across the prairies…

… which transitions to Lucky Jack riding the white stallion over to eventually end up at a safe place, which was a small mountain on the distant prairie with many items that could be of use for the jackrabbit. "Whoaaaa, boy." Lucky Jack safely hops off of the horse, letting him run back into the wilderness on his own. "Thanks fer the ride, pardner! Really appreciate it!"

"Hey, anytime!" The horse had called out while galloping away, leaving Lucky Jack by himself to set up camp. He then begins to narrate in the background about his progress and the story so far.

"While the girls met each other back at the farm, later realizin' that their farm would be goin' bankrupt, they had sought out to try and find a way to take it back. Capturin' Alameda Slim would do the trick since the money could cover the costs of their one and only home! I heard that my friend, Buck, was also interested in capturing that varmint, with the help of the mysterious bounty hunter, Rico. But, I'm right here! Just cookin' myself a nice lunch fer myself to chow on, pretty much all relaxed after all that travelin' across the west. So, that means I'm pretty much fine! I'm fine! Haha… I'm fine, I'm very lucky… and fine… I'm– I'm err–" Lucky Jack could remember the explosions back at Echo Mine, as well as the distant screams of his many jackrabbit relatives. Obviously, he was trying to hide his emotional pain with a weakened smile on his face. As for Lucky Jack in the theater…

He seemed to be sniffling a little until Buck brought him a tissue to blow his nose or wipe his tears. "You okay, little buddy?"

"Yeah, I'm– I'm… it was too much fer me, Buck. Thanks." Lucky Jack replies as he takes the tissue, wiping any tears that came down on his face. He then resumed the movie to see how the next scene had transitioned…

Honest Jeff had arrived at his headquarters, which was a kind of rundown mansion or hotel in the city, which also didn't seem to be in that much of a good condition either. After he had kept his mare in the stables that he set up secretly inside, a voice had spoken behind him while he was outside of the entrance. "Howdy there."

"Huh? Who's there!?" Jeff had unsheathed his knife, aiming it at whoever was talking to him. It was a gopher who looked like a mobster boss, with a yellow and brown striped set of clothes complete with a yellow hat. He seemed to appear frightened by Jeff's threatening stance with the knife aimed at his neck.

"Wait! Wait just a second… I ain't the sheriff, so don't kill me, please…" the gopher character held his hands out, swearing that he wasn't Jeff's enemy. This had convinced the corrupted jackrabbit to lower his blade, placing it back in his holster.

"Give me a good reason for me to not leave ya lyin' on the streets." Honest Jeff scowled.

The gopher gulped and began to speak up for himself, and why he had followed Honest Jeff over to his secret hideout. "I ain't got anywhere to go. No home for me and my family… All of the other buildings won't let us inside, but I reckon that nobody comes around here, right? So… could you please let me live with you?"

"If I do let you in, then… Hmmm." Honest Jeff began to ponder on what to do with the gopher's family. Luckily, he had a handful of stolen money that Slim had provided him with to buy anything that would get him out of a jiffy. He gives the gopher a few thousand dollars, placing it in his hand. "Let's make a deal, pardner. You don't tell anybody 'bout this hidin' place, and I'll let you keep your family off of the streets and inside somewhere safe. Trust me, I'm an HONEST person…"

The once troubled gopher looked at the amount of dollars Honest Jeff had given him, looking at it almost in disbelief. He had made up his mind about what to do for his family, but… "And what else do I get in return?"

"How about you work for me? I reckon that I might need a few more hands 'round my place, but REMEMBER. Keep it all a giant secret. Nobody else, not even your family needs to know what we're doing… We're gonna be contributin' to society when the time's right. Do you understand?"

The gopher twiddled his thumbs, not knowing why Honest Jeff was being so secretive. But he had dared not to question these reasons, since he had no choice… "... I… I understand."

"Very good. Ya made the right choice," Honest Jeff says, later asking him a final question, "So what's your name, son?"

"My name's… AJ. I'm AJ P. Gopher." The gopher named AJ says, already wanting to go out of the alleyway to find his family instead of being trapped in an ongoing conversation with Honest Jeff. "Could I–... Could I go see my family? I swear I won't tell no one 'bout you…"

Honest Jeff smiled evilly, knowing that there was no way out for his new henchman to leave this opportunity that the jackrabbit himself had given him. He nods, letting him go over to where his family was staying at the moment to later pay for a nice place for them to stay, in which there weren't any other rundown areas nearby or crazy folks who might've ransacked wherever they wanted to ruin. This was the great start to his biggest plan to be feared and well-known as the mysterious Honest Jeff, promising to help young mares and cows to become "role models'' for numerous towns and cities, only to enslave them and force them through hard labor or other methods of pleasurement, mainly for himself…

TWO DAYS LATER…

While Honest Jeff had begun building his secret criminal business with AJ P. Gopher and others that he soon hired, and while the diary cow trio and Buck continued their search for Alameda Slim individually, Lucky Jack was still all by himself on the lone outskirts of the land. Early in the morning, after a flash flood had occurred that nearly wiped away the three girls and even the jackrabbit, he seemed to be asleep until hearing a soft voice above his tired face. "Umm… hello?"

"Huh– uhh– wha– what? No, Momma, I don't wanna go to sleep yet…" Lucky Jack murmured to himself, still half asleep until the mysterious figure poked him softly with a hoof. He soon opens his eyes, seeing a blurry, later vivid image of a golden yellow colored heifer cow staring down at his eyes. "Huh? What in the–?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Jackrabbit. I didn't mean to startle you like that. I'm Grace, by the way… What's your name?"

Lucky Jack looks back at the heifer named Grace, then later tells her who he goes by. "My name's Lucky Jack, miss. It's erm– ahem, it's mighty nice to meet ya!"

"You must've been out here for a while…" Grace says noticeably, later wanting to ask him something different, "Are you some kind of wiseman? We need directions to get ourselves out of this place."

"Wiseman? Huh, I guess you're right, miss. But… Who's we–?" Grace places her hoof on Lucky Jack's mouth, seeing two other cows starting to slowly wake up. "... Oh, I see." He began to whisper, hearing the two with their conversation.

"CHECK PLEEEEASE!" The enormously large brown heifer cow had yelled, looking at an unamused black and white heifer cow with a pink fancy hat on her head. "... It tasted a lot better in my sleep."

"Well, I suppose you'll be off now." The second cow began, looking as if she didn't want her company anymore.

"Mm-hmm."

"Where will you go?"

The brown cow had a lot to say for her reasons to leave, "Oh, probably check out the Grand Canyon. See Utah before I die…"

"Wait a minute. Where's Grace?"

"Ooh, that's my cue." Grace walks on over to her two friends, letting Lucky Jack prepare their meals while hearing them talk, "Hi, there. Boy, am I glad you guys are up. Hey, come look at this!"

"What on earth? Where did all this come from?" The purple hat wearing cow asked while the brown cow immediately started eating from the grass in the cactus.

"Hey, it's green, it's leafy, and it's free. Shut up and eat." The brown cow says while chewing her food, not wanting any reason to wonder where this delicious meal had come from. Then, here came Lucky Jack, rolling a wheel and other things he had acquired to cater to the three cows.

"Good mornin', ladies! I see you're already tucked into your appetizer. Never knew a pretty lady that didn't have an appetite."

"Oh, now, see here, you ruffian…" The purple hat wearing cow began before Grace interrupted her.

"He's not a ruffian, Mrs. Calloway. He's a genuine desert shaman... our very own wise man."

Lucky Jack smiled, accepting Grace's compliment and title that he was given. He later began to list his other roles as a "Shaman, chef, chief cook, and bottle washer. I'm a jackrabbit of all trades and at your service. Folks around these parts call me Lucky Jack. Yep, they used to come from miles around... just to get one rub of my lucky rabbit's foot!" As soon as he introduced himself, he almost failed to notice that his peg leg had caught on fire, touching the flames that he set up on the log. "WOOOO! Dagnabbit!" He blows off the fire from his peg leg, later looking at the cows with a confident grin, "This happens all the time. Now, where was I?" In his hands was a scorpion for him to try and cook, holding it up to the cows as they looked on in disgust. "Ah. Voila. Now let me just get this on the fire... and it'll be ready directly." Until the scorpion falls onto his eye by accident. "Mm-huh. Ow! Yow!"

"Look, we don't eat meat. It's kind of like a professional courtesy." Said the brown cow, obviously.

The other cow named Mrs. Calloway had politely declined Lucky Jack's offered meals to the trio, "Perhaps we'll dine with you some other time. You see, Grace and I are returning to our farm... to say our last good-byes."

"Yeah, we need closure." Grace adds in.

Lucky Jack felt as if he could relate to the cows, knowing how badly they wanted to go back home one last time. He then shares a similar tale that personally happened to him, yet not explaining it in much detail. "Well, I can sympathize there, sister, I truly can. Until recently, I, too, had a home. Echo Mine it was called. Us jackrabbits lived there for generation after generation. Till some land-grabbing bandit moved in... and flushed us out like yesterday's oatmeal." Only Lucky Jack could hear the explosions in his head, as well as the same cruel laugh from Alameda Slim just those three weeks ago…

"Ahem. Excuse us. My good fellow, we must be on our way–" Mrs. Calloway didn't want to stick around any longer until–

"WAIT! THERE HE IS!" Lucky Jack screams as he spots something not too far away. A close up of a wanted poster with Alameda Slim's face was shown, delighting the brown cow unknown to Lucky Jack.

"SLIM! You mean this no-good varmint... is hiding out in Echo Mine right now?"

"Without a doubt!"

"Maggie, what are you thinking?" says Mrs. Calloway, referring to the brown cow by her real name as Maggie. Now Lucky Jack knows all of their names were at this point. Despite that, the motherly, yet strict Mrs. Calloway was not on board with this mission to take down and capture an infamous outlaw.

"Look," Maggie says, "I got a score to settle with that rhinestone fat boy...and nothing to lose."

"But it'll be dangerous going after Slim all by yourself." Grace said in a worried tone, not wanting Maggie to go off by herself in such a dangerous solo mission.

"Hey, I got the rabbit!" Maggie replies by hugging Lucky Jack with her tail.

"That's not all you got, Maggie. You got us." Grace says by wrapping her tail around Mrs. Calloway until she intervenes, grabbing Grace by the cowbell and walks in the other direction.

"Oh, no. No, no, no. No. We are sticking to our plan and going home!"

"Hold on, you two." Maggie interrupts before the two cows could journey their way back home, which of course was impossible to do themselves. Otherwise, they would end up as buzzard food, or even worse… "As strange as this sounds, Grace is actually making sense."

"Thank you." Grace says delightfully.

"You want the money... and I want to get even with Slim. The three of us go together, and we're sure to get him. Once you collect the reward, I'll walk out your front gate...and I'll stay out of it forever. Deal?"

This was an agreement that Mrs. Calloway couldn't even counter back. Eventually, knowing that her bovine ally was serious, she finally agrees. "Your powers of persuasion are uncanny. Deal."

"Ha! Bovine bounty hunters! Now I've seen everythin'." Lucky Jack says in surprise as he mounts up on Mrs. Calloway's back, joining the cow trio on their quest to save their farm. "Let's get moving, ladies. Time for an underground smackdown!"

"Yeeeehaw!" Grace yells with glee, as the quartet had set off to Echo Mine, Lucky Jack's old home. Little did he know that there could be some dark aspects of his past awaiting him there…

After those two days, just back in the alleyways of the city, Honest Jeff was able to recruit a few more anthro animals into his secret cause, threatening to expose them and leave them out on the streets for dead. His plan was simple, he was simply running a secret slave trade organization that puts young female animals, like heifer cows and mare horses through hard, relentless hours of labor and even for pimping purposes, sometimes, his personal slaves whenever he didn't feel like selling them off to any corrupt individuals who would LOVE to boss around the animals that they bought from the evil jackrabbit. Now, while he wasn't looking at the captured victims locked in their stalls, Honest Jeff was figuring out some catch phrases or some sayings he could use for next time.

"Hmm… Welcome to my domain! Huh, like that, check. Now umm… Wanna earn some fame? Well I'm glad you came! … to your dim-witted trap! … Huh, well I reckon that I could work on it a bit more. Nah, how about this? Ahem… Say hello to fame! Wow! That might JUST work, hahahaha…"

"Um, boss?" AJ P. Gopher came in, wanting to ask Honest Jeff a question.

"What now? I'm busy." Jeff was now smoking on a cigar, puffing it away from AJ's direction, "How's the 'employees' doin' back in their stalls? Are they in pristine condition?"

AJ might have figured out that he knew that this entire business felt wrong, but if he even spoke up against Honest Jeff, then the worst would happen to not just him, but his family living in secrecy. All the gopher could do was just tell him the status. "They're… they're doing really fine, boss. All ready to be sold."

"Heh, attaboy." Honest Jeff pressed his cigar on an ashtray, going over to see a human male rancher, who seemed brutish and large for his appearance while wearing a long scar on his face. "Howdy there. Your prized filly is waitin' for ya in the stall on the left. Take real 'good' care of her."

"Hmph." The rancher doesn't say anything else while giving Honest Jeff what seemed to be a thousand something dollars worth of the filly horse. The jackrabbit grinned menacingly while holding his money tight, knowing this would forever be his lifelong career that would never end… or so he seems. He then heard the filly cry on her way out, which only brought him amusement.

"Pl-Pleaaaaaase!" The filly whimpered and whinnied in distraught, "We had a deal! Why would you do this to me…!?"

"Well, Missy, the deal's been changed up a bit. So have fun with your new master! Oh, and remember to SAY HELLO TO FAME!" Honest Jeff finally got his quote delivered right, still smiling at the filly while she was forced out of his hideout. "Adios there, Sally!"

All AJ could do was watch in little horror to see the poor filly forced out by her new master, worried that she would suffer back at his ranch. Again, he didn't want to go against his boss too early, or too soon, even if it meant that he would be the only jackrabbit to keep his family safe and secure over everything else. But was this the only way…?

"See, AJ?" Honest Jeff tells his henchman privately, "This is what happens when you become gullible enough to believe and THEN defy me at the last second… Don't you go makin' the same mistake, got it?"

"Lucky Jack, you did it! We're here!" Grace cheers in delight, knowing that her new friend would get them to Echo Mine after all.

"Well, I take my hat off to you, Jack. But you've got us here in one piece." Even Mrs. Calloway had to agree.

"Well, seein' is believin'." Lucky Jack says so himself, slowly starting to be more confident in his role as a helpful guide to the girls instead of the jackrabbit suffering deep down. Then, a freeze frame is purposely made for this scene as he narrates once more. "It seems when I spent time with the girls, I kinda got over that whole traumatic experience back at my old home. Yeah, I'm really fine. I'm fine! I'm fine…"

In the movie theater, Buck places a hoof on Lucky Jack's shoulder to comfort him just in case, but–

"Are you really sure you're fine?" Timon says in the audience, trying to point out the obvious.

"Naw, dagnabbit. Just keep watchin'." Lucky Jack tries to ignore him, focusing on the movie as he got to some of the parts where he basically had scenes focused on him for a bit, like:

"Howdy pardner." Lucky Jack on the movie screen says to Buck while he and the three cows were allowed passage inside of Echo Mine. And back in the theater…

"Man, you could've at least explained yourself!" Buck says to his best friend, "I could've joined you guys though! But… oh well."

"We still managed to take care of that varmint together though. So relax, Buck." Lucky Jack reassures him while they continued to watch the movie together, mainly going through the scenes where he had hogtied Alameda Slim and whacked him with a frying pan, followed by a massive minecart chase throughout his former home when they were being chased by Junior, the Willies, and even Rico. Buck kind of covered his ears in embarrassment when he heard himself screaming loudly in that ONE scene.

Maggie was laughing very hard at that scene, almost forgetting that Buck had screamed his loudest during that chase scene. "Ha! What's so bad about Junior? I mean, you can outrun him, ya know!?"

"I don't wanna talk about it now…" Buck sighs in utter embarrassment.

The chase scene continues on as normal, seemingly identical to the original movie, but most of the scenes now have Lucky Jack's perspective during the crazy chase.

"YEEEEEHAW! Hold on tight, girls!" Lucky Jack hollers with glee at the last moment when the dynamite had exploded in one area, with the quartet surviving while landing outside on a set of train tracks. But when the girls had cheered once they caught Slim in the cart, Rico, Junior, and the Willies were still in pursuit of the outlaw. "Ladies, we got company!" Jack alarms his friends as everyone had soon crashed into the stopping train. Fortunately, no one was hurt until Lucky Jack opened up the light window only for Buck's horseshoe to land on top of his head, knocking him unconscious while he was seeing birds. The heroic jackrabbit passes out…

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It seems Lucky Jack had found himself in a white void. Or, at least that was what he thought. Maybe it was for real… Maybe this was a dream that he had in his mind and he was actually dead from his brother's point of view. He would've never survived all of those things thrown at him before…?

"What the– HEY! Where am I? Where's– …? … Pa?" Lucky Jack takes a glimpse at his father, and all of the other deceased jackrabbits who did not make it out besides him, Honest Jeff, and a few others.

A somber looking jackrabbit father named Joshua had looked at his son with a bit of relief. "My son… Do you remember what I told you earlier when you were younger?"

"What do you mean, Pa? I– I– … am I dead?"

"You're not dead. You still have a job to do, son. See all this?" Joshua shows Lucky Jack what is currently happening now. Slim managed to get out of the cart and turn over to Rico, who was actually a traitorous henchman that kept his boss safe from the law. The Willies were seen forcing Maggie, Mrs. Calloway, and Grace in the train car while Mr. Wesley was giving Slim his money to acquire the three cows' home, Little Patch of Heaven. "If you don't wake up and stop these varmints in time, this is what will happen."

"No… No way. This ain't… this ain't…" Lucky Jack was in utter disbelief as he saw the grim future play out before his eyes.

Pure darkness. Rarely a day of sunlight.

Slim had bought out the farm after completing his conquest, satisfied with how the mission had turned out regardless of everything. His nephews had lived together on the former farmland as Slim allowed them to do everything that they ever wanted now that their cattle rustling business was temporarily on pause.

Buck didn't enjoy being Rico's steed anymore, now being aware of his former hero's reputation as a secret outlaw who used the poor horse for his own benefit. Now there was no way for him to fight back, even if he had tried to repeatedly throw off the villain several times. But it wasn't going to work… not at all.

Pearl had lost her entire farm, her family, and her lifestyle. All she could really do was stay at a cheap place that Sheriff Brown had covered for her. Anytime he tried to visit her, Pearl wouldn't dare look him in the eye.

As for Maggie, Mrs. Calloway, and even more unfortunately for Grace, their fate had laid in the hands of either of these few outlaws… Shirley Stoneheart, a wicked human mistress who had an obsession to become the richest cattle baroness with a specially unique herd of golden cattle, with Grace as an example. If not her, then Simon O'Hara. A human male farmer who is extremely vicious with the animals aside from his pet bull named Aldebaran. Any other animal who dared to defy him would be harshly treated with never ending punishment, being treated as objects rather than living beings that needed proper care and love, especially if Grace became O'Hara's victim. The last individual who would have custody over the cows would be none other than…

"No… wait, that's… NO!" Lucky Jack screamed in horror, seeing the third and final figure of–

It was his brother. It was Jeffery… Somehow, he had survived the explosion that Alameda Slim was highly responsible for. Jeffery was alive.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I had no idea your brother had lived… I just can't believe he'd turn out to be like this." Joshua was just like his son, but he had accepted the fact that Jeffery had chosen the wrong path. He had remembered one time that Jeffery challenged him to a fight over the title as leader of the jackrabbits, but lost, and was instead of being casted out, he was actually grounded and was sent to his rabbit hole to think about what he tried to do. Maybe Honest Jeff had deluded himself into thinking that he was casted out… only to use that as a quick and easy lie to gain others' sympathy. Lucky Jack, however, was still traumatized with the truth being fresh in his brain.

Jeffery, or Honest Jeff, was shown manipulating the girls into influencing them to be modeling employees only for them to be either sold into hard labor, or for pimping purposes… mainly setting his eyes on Grace.

"Why… why are they all interested in her? She… she ain't done nothin' wrong! This– this can't be true, Pa! I-I-I– I don't understand!"

"Jack," Joshua told his son, "If you were ever killed at any point during this whole adventure, then this is what would happen in the end… Do you want to let these visions become real? Or would you rather wake up and fight not just your life, but their lives as well? What will you do?"

Lucky Jack ponders on what choices he would make now… If he stays unconscious, or dies, then everyone loses. If he wakes up and starts to fight off the villains, then… … Yet the reveal of, no, not Rico being a plot-twist villain, but Honest Jeff being alive still shocked him with disbelief. Okay, Lucky Jack, he told himself, just… just push yer brother aside for now, and start helpin' the ladies! Come on, wake up… wake up…

FINALLY! He awakes, already hearing a bellowing Mrs. Calloway once her hat was stolen and thrown out of the train car, bursting herself and the others open while the Willie brothers tried to fend off the cows and Buck, even Rico who couldn't even shoot down the karate loving horse. When one of the Willies tried to attack Buck, Lucky Jack took the horseshoe that fell on his head and threw it over at the Willie brother, satisfied with his accurate hit. "Huh, Lucky Shot!"

In the theater, Lucky Jack had smirked while the others had applauded at one of his iconic scenes from the original movie. It nearly brought a tear to his eye. "Huh… gets me right here all the time."

"Hah, I guess this gives me the right to tell you that YOU DA MAN, Jack!" Buck had complimented his jackrabbit friend while they had watched the movie together. "Guess I was wrong about you earlier… I'm not the only hero after all, y'know?"

"You're mighty fine right there, Buck! Now then…"

So far, the scene was now the runaway train scene with all five animal heroes being unable to stop it themselves, seeing another incoming train headed their way.

"Oh, no! It's the Morning Express!" Maggie says in alarm.

"There's a switch up ahead!" Lucky Jack was able to notice it from far away. This could be his chance to try and do something about it.

"Way ahead of you, pops! Hop on!" Buck steps off of the train, instantly galloping along as Lucky Jack mounts on the heroic horse, holding onto the reins.

"Come on, mule!"

"Let's ride!" Buck says, still galloping along to get close enough to the switch while Lucky Jack swings the reins around like a lasso, yelling out a proud:

"YEEEEHAW!"

However, when Lucky Jack caught the switch with Buck's reins, it accidentally broke as it hurled the two on the ground. Buck later reacts to this quickly, seeing a hole on the switch as he places Lucky Jack's peg leg on the hole and pushes him down for the getaway train to convert to the track that leads back home. Now that they've survived, Buck wishes the girls the best of luck.

"See you back at the farm, girls! Good luck!"

Lucky Jack then tries pulling himself out, eventually doing so while obviously stating: "This happens all the time." The train was soon out of their sights, and now… … "Hey, err… ol' mule, or whatever yer name is. Sorry 'bout that."

"Are you kidding?" Buck chuckles with relief, "You were the one with the peg leg, little guy! You just saved their behinds!"

"No… we did." Lucky Jack looked out onto the horizon of the girls' direction, feeling a bit more confident in himself. Now… What's next for them? "I reckon we catch up, ol' mule. Their farm's miles away from here."

"The name's Buck. What's yours?"

"Name's Lucky Jack! Nice to meet ya there, Buck."

With the two animals shaking hooves/hands, Buck goes under Lucky Jack and launches him on top of his neck. "You wanna see how fast I can run over there?"

"Whoa, nellie… you sure 'bout this?"

"C'mon, you got my reins! Just hold on tight, cowboy! And whatever you do…" Buck kicks up the dust by pawing the ground, snorting in effect. "DON'T! LET! GOOOOOOO!"

"DAGNABBIT–!" Lucky Jack felt the rushing movement of the galloping Buck, nearly losing his grip of the reins many times along the way. But, this did get his mind off of the Honest Jeff reveal after all. Maybe… Trying not to overthink it, Lucky Jack retained his smile and rode Buck with glee while they journeyed their way over to Little Patch of Heaven. "C'MONNNN! GIDDYUP! HYAH! HYAH! GIT 'LONG THERE!"

"Hahaaaa! Now that's the spirit! Not like some other stallion I could ever imagine…" Buck may have hidden in a small reference to another well known animated horse in popular culture. Nonetheless, he and Lucky Jack had rode on…

After Alameda Slim was finally arrested as well as his cronies, the animals of Little Patch of Heaven, as well as the farmer named Pearl Gesner had finally kept their farm from bankruptcy. In addition, Lucky Jack had finally found himself a new home to stay in, which was the farm, of course. He had shared the barrel with Jeb, a goat who hoarded so many cans in his private pile. Jack then reads from a newspaper…

"So it was that Alameda Slim, the most notorious and feared cattle rustler... was apprehended and unmasked by three unusual dairy cows." Lucky Jack was then surprised to see that Jeb was eating up the newspaper, briefly angering the jackrabbit. "Hey! Dagnabit, Jeb! How many times I got to tell you to wait your turn?"

"How many times have I got to tell you… to get out of my barrel…" Jeb had started arguing with Jack as they both fought over the newspaper.

"Hey, dagnabit! You ornery ol'..."

Then, acting as a voice over narrator once again, Lucky Jack had concluded the happy ending of the tale in his own perspective. "And so, I found myself a new home to reside in with the ladies and their friends. Boy, lemme tell ya… it was all worth it! The farm was saved, the outlaws caught, and no other tragedies happened after that! I know this sounds cliche and all… but I reckon that we all lived happily ever after in the mighty untamed WILD WEST! YEEOOO!"

As soon as everyone thought that the movie was over, Maggie was the first to get off of her seat.

"Okay, that was great retelling! Now– oop–, 'xcuse me, if you don't mind me–"

"HOLD ON A SECOND!" Lucky Jack informs everyone in the theater, showing them to a final scene that they haven't seen yet. "It ain't over till it's over… And boy howdy, this is a scene y'all won't forget."

"Your morning paper, boss." The final scene shows A.J. P. Gopher handing Honest Jeff the same newspaper of the cows' victory over Alameda Slim.

"Hmm? Well now... ain't this somethin'." He picks up the newspaper, reading it for a moment and learns what it said on it. "Huh… dagnabbit. That cattle rustlin' fatboy failed at his job. Sheesh… If he can't do it, guess nobody else can. UNLESS! Unless… Ooooh hahahahahaha… You know what this means, AJ?"

"What is it Boss?" AJ had asked, wondering what caught Jeff's interest.

An evil smile had emerged on Honest Jeff's face, both hands coming together as he was planning something… No, as he was NOW about to plan something after this had happened.

"Let's round up some cows… and make 'em MINE! Hahahahahahahaha– AUGH– cough cough cough UGGH! Hah… hah…" He would quickly drink some cactus juice to clear his throat, later resuming the last of his monologue. "After all… it ain't my first rodeo!"

As the film cuts to black, it leaves everyone who hasn't left, or has just left the theater in awe and shock. But since this whole theater schtick was just for show, the HOTR characters really didn't have much to worry about.

"Oh no… I don't know if I wanna watch the sequel to that." Grace says anxiously, not wanting any part of the next film/fanfic story coming up soon.

"Relax, Grace!" Lucky Jack reassures the golden cow, walking along with her and the rest outside of the theater. "How about we all just take a breather and get ready for our next meetup? Somethin' called… House of Mouse, or whatever it's called."

"Mhm… that does sound good. I think the others are going over there right now!"

"Then we must not linger any longer. Now then, let's be off." Mrs. Calloway informs the four.

"Come on! Into the truck!" Maggie exclaims as she and her two bovine friends hop into a trailer that didn't contain a roof, allowing them to enjoy the breezy winds.

"Bet you can't get there faster than me! Hop on!" Buck has Lucky Jack mount on top of his back, as he and the girls in the truck driven by an unknown driver, possibly an anthro canine farmboy was driving it.

"Here we go, y'all! Yeehaw!" So, the five main characters (including the canine I'd like to call Brandon, which reminds me that I need to get back to my other fanfic) had raced together in the midst of the bright sunset as a set of huge letters came rolling down…

THE END.