►☼ With Marshal Matt Dillon in mind, can you write a few paragraphs that include these phrases?
2. Miss Kitty…..I do believe it’s time for you to consider therapy.
3. Doc? Do you have any spare Prozac?
4. Not on MY watch.
5. Okay. No need to panic……. Hmmmm.Okay. NOW panic!!
6. Well…..Hellooooooooo little lady.
7. She’s crazy, alright. Crazy for MattBaby.
Favorite Answer
“A little louder, please. I don’t think they heard you on Boot Hill”, Sunshine smiled back flirtatiously.
Doc eyed Miss Kitty standing at the Saloon window watching the two across the street. He could almost see smoke coming out her ears. “Miss Kitty….I do believe it’s time for you to consider therapy,” he spoke up.
“Doc? Do you have any spare Prozac?” she asked.
He dug into his watch pocket and pulled out a tablet and handed it to her. He kept a supply near by just for Miss Kitty when she was in a snit.
Fetus walked up to Matt. “I seen Miss Kitty a watching you two like a chicken hawk ’bout ta swoop down on you two.”
“She’s not gonna do anything. She’s crazy,” Matt put in.
“She’s crazy, alright. Crazy for MattBaby.” Fetus added. “She’s a gonna do sumptin’ one of these here days. ”
“Not on My watch!”, MattBaby stated boastfully his chest puffing up like an adder.
“Matt, Here’s she a coming!,” Fetus warned looking over Matt’s shoulder. “And she’s a breathing fire!”
“Okay. No need to panic….” turning to look behind him. “Hmmmm, okay. Now panic!” he added seeing Miss Kitty’s face. And all three scattered in different direction.
With effeminacy hand on hip Matty reply ed. “A little louder, please. I don’t think they heard you on Boot Hill!”
Jake said. “OK Marshall, I’ll try a little louder, maybe they might hear me in Kentucky.”
2. Miss Kitty… I do believe it’s time for you to consider therapy, Ya just can’t keep walking around with ya dress up to ya waist and ya draws on ya head like that. It’s been two weeks now and people are starting to notice.
Doc? Do you have any spare Prozac? What I really need is some good Coke but I know that’s out.
Dozy Doc said yeah, surenuff. How about some Viagra, I hear that’s good for what ails ya.
3. Oh no ya don’t you ain’t a peeing in the horse trough again. Not on My watch
2: Whadday think Doc? the chandelier swinging I can understand, but the three dance hall boys in nazi uniforms could be a sign that intervention is needed.
3: Ok Festus shot miss o’leareys cow, then the noon train came 4.7 seconds early, then the Hiltons started talking about charging the drunks in the jail for stay time, Doc?
4: Sheep grazing
5: Noon train is 4.secs late, nobody panic, wait, this here telegram says it is full of Ice Cream!
6: Marshal was on the Internet
7: Marshall was in a Yahoo Chat room…on the internet,,,again.
MATT DILLION SAID IT LOOKS LIKE MISS KITTY WAS RIGHT . THEY WERE JUST SOME NICE FOLKS HELPING OTHERS. THE END.
“I said, ‘DANCE”, you infernal cuss! Or, you’re gonna feel my pointy-toed shoe right where Little Miss Sunshine don’t shine! Now, DANCE!! …and SING while your at it!!!”, fired Miss Kitty with a razor sharp tongue and pistols blazing.
BLAM! BAM! BLAM! came in rapid succession from just outside the barroom door where Miss Kitty not so gently prodded her most reluctant hostage.
“Oh, Camptown Races here I come, do-dah, do-dah. Camptown Race is five miles long, oh, do-dah day…”, moaned Festus as pink faced as his ill-fitting frock all the while scuffling for all he was worth much to the DISpleasure of Miss Kitty and the dumbfounded bemusement of the barroom patrons.
“A little louder, please. I don’t think they heard you on BOOT HILL!!!”, warned Miss Kitty with a peculiar anger as she ****** and fired away. BAMITY-BLAM-BLAM-BAM!!!
“OH SUSANNA, O DON’T YOU CRY FOR ME-E-E-E-E! I’M GOIN TO LOOSIANA WITH A BANJO ON MY KNEE!!!” cried Festus now in full-on ballerina mode, pirouetting, jette-ing, plie-ing like some kind of frenetic stringed-doll being jerked by a drunken puppeteer.
“Now, Miss Kitty… I do believe it’s time for you TO CONSIDER THERAPY.”, pleaded the increasingly desperate, frazzled, and still whirling Festus. “ …Matthew….,” whispered Festus as discretely as possible while fully aware of the watchful gaze of his enraged tormentor. “I think she’s plum crazy, now! You gonna help me here or what!”
BLAM! BAM! BLAM! “I heard that you, weaselly little maggot. ‘She’s crazy’, alright. Crazy for MattBaby! Now you hush and entertain the marshal for me, or I’ll give you a reason to wear that dress for good!”, shrieked a wild-eyed Kitty as she finally sashshayed on the scene the fire in her heart roaring in her eyes and in her guns.
BAM! BAM! BLAM! click-click-click…
All this while Matt had leaned, relaxed, elbow propped on the bartop examing, listening to and winding his watch. Festus had boogied, bopped, and banged his forlorn way to Matt’s side for support. Now, thoroughly exhausted, dog-tired and resigned to the fanatical whims of Miss Kitty, Festus whimpered, “I… I… think I gotta barf.”
“Yeah? Not on my watch, Festus.”, cautioned the marshal coolly in his peerless steely fashion as he returned the timepiece to the protection of it’s accustomed vest pocket location.
Straightening himself, the marshall turned over his shoulder and resolutely addressed his physician friend, still keeping a watchful eye on his obviously distressed suitor , “Doc? Do you have any spare Prozac? Miss Kitty is at it again, I’m afraid.”
“PROZAC?! …PROZAC?!!!!”, squealed the none-to-placid Kitty as she stormed across the barroom towards the objects of her passion though passionately drawn to each in contrasting ways. “Unless that’s the name of some new-fangled and fully loaded firearm I won’t be needing any ‘PROZAC!”, yowled Kitty in saccharine tones while awkwardly and inaccurately flinging her empty six-guns, one at Festus, the other at Sunshine now both in a heap at Matt’s feet.
“Well… Hellooooooo little lady.”, soothed the still fully composed marshal in his rich dulcet tones that fully projected his intensely commanding presence.
Miss Kitty’s posture visibly demurred, but there remained a fury lurking in her flashing eyes that left Matt a little uneasy as he inconspicuously readied himself for action… just in case.
“No need to panic, now. Right, Miss Kitty?”, submitted Matt in a mollifying manner trying to impose his considerable but unwitting charms on the tense situation.
Miss Kitty, now sidled and minced her way steadily toward Matt and his protected while purring and smiling slyly, “Okay. No need to panic…. Hmmm. Okay. NOW PANIC!!!!”, she blared while reaching ‘neath her petticoats first withdrawing a short-handled shotgun and next a bandoleer loaded with fresh shells as Matt fearlessly, alertly gathered first the helpless Sunshine, then the reviving Festus, and swooping them over his beefy shoulders while diving elegantly over the bar to semi- and momentary safety.
KA-BLAM!!!
