A Cowboy's Wife and Son - Season 1

Vol. 3: Pilot

Striker wonders why in the nine circles he joined the messed-up company.

Vol 3: Pilot

In the I.M.P. room, Blitzo was pacing around the I.M.P. office.

"Okay, now I know business has been a bit...slow lately. It's no one's fault, I'm not naming any names here..." he announced. He looked at one of his employees. "Moxxie."

Striker stifled a laugh as Moxxie glared at the imp boss as if to say, "What the fuck?". Kore and Seth glowered at Striker in annoyance.

"Now, does anyone have any bright ideas on how we can get business drumming up again?" Blitzo continued.

Millie raised her hand. "What about a carwash?" she beamed.

Striker shook his head. A carwash in Hell? he thought, Impossible. He sighed as he calmly explained, "Mildred, it's Hell. No one cares about cars being cleaned here."

"Thank you, Strike," Blitzo said, "I couldn't have said it better myself." Then an idea popped into his head. "Oh, what about a billboard?" His eyes sparkled in delight at the thought.

"We can't AFFORD a billboard, sir," Moxxie told him with annoyance.

"Helpful Moxxie. Really glad YOU'RE in the room right now," Blitzo said dryly as he pushed Moxxie aside. "Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?" Blitzo turned on the TV, which showed a video based on their previous kills. "Ahh, those were the good times."

Everyone in the room ate popcorn.

"I don't NEED any reminding, sir, considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week," Moxxie complained, "One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel nobody watches."

"I agree with Mox on this one," Striker said, sticking out his thumb, gesturing to the little imp sitting next to him.

"Hey, excuse me, guys!" Blitzo retorted, "What's obnoxious about a super fun jingle? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spewing bullshit."

"People LOVE musicals, Blitz," Kore stated.

"True, honey," Millie said, winking at her.

Hearing what the women had to say, Blitzo became his cheerful self again. "Exactly, ladies and we're basically doing a musical." To Striker and Moxxie, he gave them sad puppy eyes. "Are you gonna crush my musical theater dreams like my dad did?"

"What?" Striker asked, half shocked.

"Sir?" asked Moxxie.

"'Cause right now, all I see is my dad's ASSHOLE talking to me, crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside!"

Striker rolled his eyes at Blitzo's ramblings.

"Are you trying to crush his dreams, Mox?" Millie asked.

"I...what?"

Millie leaned in closer to her husband flirtatiously. "I thought I knew you."

"Come on, Dad," Seth told Striker, "Don't crush Blitz's dreams."

"Oh, no, Seth. Not you, too," Striker groaned.

"I agree with Millie and Seth," Kore said with a smirk.

"I can't BELIEVE you, Mox; after I made you employee of the month last month!" Blitzo showed Moxxie a plaque with a poorly done portrait of Moxxie. "And you, too, Striker." Blitzo showed Striker a horribly done portrait of the cowboy imp.

"OK! I'm sorry, sir; a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theater," Moxxie told Blitzo.

"Yeah and no one actually likes the jingles," Striker added.