Western Fantasy

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George and Ringo have just returned from their game. "That was a close game, George. Maybe later we can go for a rematch." Said Ringo. He notices how Paul and Amanda's room is empty and quiet.

"Look, the train's gone!" Ringo said in shock. "And so are John and Paul!" Said George. "Remember how John talked about touching it? I bet they took the train." Said Ringo. "No, that can't be. Paul's not a train robber, and John's not a..." George trailed off.

The lead guitarist's words echo in the background...

Paul's not a train robber

Train robber... train robber... train robber

The Old West

The train, which looks exactly like the remote control one in real life, rides on the tracks. While John, donning a cowboy outfit, runs after it. "Reach for the clouds, ya big train you!" He said. John grabs onto the railing on the caboose, then his hat falls off from the breeze, but he catches it. "Almost lost my hat." He said. John puts his hat back on and sees another cowboy on board.

"I am Buckaroo John." Said John, who put Buckaroo in his first name. The other cowboy turns around, and it's Paul. "I am Rawhide Paul." He said as he put Rawhide in his first name. "How'd you get here so fast?" John asked. "It's a fantasy." Said Paul.

John looks at the dials on the train. "I wonder how you run this train. It doesn't look too complicated." He said. John pulls a few levers, but nothing changed. "Maybe it needs a finishing touch." He said. John picks up a large mallet and starts whacking the dials, causing the train to go a lot faster.

Another cowboy comes onto the scene after hearing the noise. He goes by the name Cactus Jake. "What's all the commotion 'round here?" He asked. The train comes in Jake's direction. He quickly moves off the tracks and slides down the hill next to it. "I think I'll stay right here until the fool's rush is over." Said Jake. The train comes towards him again, as he realizes he's on another set of tracks. Jake gets out of the way and hits the water, swimming back to shore.

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