(Warning: There is a mature scene towards the end. If you're uncomfortable with it, then you can skip it. Just be aware that this is the closest thing you'll get to a sex scene from me, since I'm uncomfortable writing that sort of stuff)
Rango didn't know what to do. He and his posse had discovered where the stolen water was, but it was too late. It was already gone, and it was all thanks to a whole clan of prairie dogs. Or so he thought. Rango had been picking up on clues ever since he and his posse found the dead body of Mr. Merrimack in desert. All the clues have been pointing to the Mayor of Dirt, Mayor John, to be somewhat involved in the disappearance of the towns water supply. He confronted the mayor about this earlier, but he denied that he was involved, but the chameleon still had his suspicions. So, here he was, in the towns jail as the three prairie dogs in the jail cell were doing whatever. Jedidiah is whittling. Ezekiel is reading his Bible as Pappy combed his hair.
Pappy: Now be still, you gotta look presentable to meet your maker.
The mariachi owls perform a somber tune as they hang from the support beams.
Rango was pacing around the room, while Beans and wounded Bird, a crow, and Rango's deputy, study a map of the town and the surrounding areas of land.
Wounded Bird: The Mayor has bought up all the land in the valley, except for your ranch, Miss Beans.
Beans: It just doesn't make no sense. Without water, that land is useless.
Rango: Unless he controls the water. Like a monkey's bladder. Then he could bring it back once he's bought up all the land.
Beans: But how does he control the water?
Before Rango could answer, Priscilla, a young cactus mouse, runs in from outside with bad news.
Priscilla: Sheriff, we have a problem.
Both Rango and Beans look outside through a small window, only to find a lynch mob gathering in front of the jail, demanding that they bring out the prairie dogs. Beans pulls a shotgun off the rack, but Rango stops her.
Rango: Hold on, Beans. That won't be necessary.
He puts the gun back in the rack. Rango exits the jail as Wounded Bird and Beans guard the door to the jail. Rango moves to the front of the crowd.
Rango: Calm down everybody, come on now.
Spoons: Get 'em out here so we can cut off their giblets.
Rango: You too, Spoons?
Spoond: They done taken that water. They took everything we got.
Rango: No one's stringing anyone up. Not while I'm Sheriff.
Townsfolk One: But this is all his fault!
Townsfolk Two: You said you's gonna bring the water back.
Buford: It's just... we got no hope without that water.
Spoons: We got nothing left to believe in.
Rango: You see that sign up there?
Rango points to the sign hanging from the jail.
Rango: As long as that sign says "Sheriff," you can believe that there's law and order in this town. But without law and order, ruminate on that. Oh, yeah. It starts out slow, like a fungus. Somebody says a cross word. Accusations start flying. Neighbor turns on neighbor. Pretty soon, we're eating our children! Then dogs and cats are getting together to create all sorts of unnatural mutant aberrations!
Rango looks down to Spoons, his tone softening.
Rango: So you want something to believe in, Spoons? Believe in me. *Points to the Sheriff sign* Believe in that there sign. For as long as it hangs there, we have hope.
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