No! Come on, girls, we can't give up!
Mrs. Calloway Maggie, that's enough. The minute this lets up, we're heading straight home to Patch of Heaven.
But what about catching Slim and collecting the reward?
We never had a prayer of catching Slim in the first place. This whole ridiculous plan is just so you can get revenge on those cattle rustlers.
Hey! For your information, duchess, this whole ridiculous plan is about us saving our farm.
Huh. Our farm might've had a fighting chance until you came along.
What's that supposed to mean?!
Strutting around with your vulgar show-cow behavior.
Look, I was just having...
Wasting our time on your foolish plans. Through the years, Patch of Heaven has survived every hardship that nature can dish out, but you, Maggie, are the biggest catastrophe to ever hit our farm.
Well, if that's the way you feel about it, maybe we should just go our separate ways.
Now, that's the first good idea you've ever had.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine!
Fine! [Sits down as Grace looks sadly at the two of them]
Yeah. Fine. It's not like your farm was ever gonna feel like home to me anyways.
Maggie. Maggie. Maggie. Wake up.
Check, please! [looks at Mrs. Calloway who gives her a glare as she is still holding her hat, puts it back in her head and tries to make her smile, but no avail] It tasted a lot better in my sleep.
Well, I suppose you'll be off now.
Mm-hmm.
Where will you go?
Oh, probably check out the Grand Canyon. See Utah before I die.
Wait a minute. Where's Grace?
Hi, there. Boy, am I glad you guys are up. Hey, come look at this.
What on earth? Where did all this come from?
Good morning, ladies. [He sets up a wheel as a table] 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...
He's not a ruffian, Mrs. Calloway. He's a genuine desert shaman, our very own wise man.
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. [notices his peg-leg is on fire] Whoo! Dagnabit! [tries to blow to put out the fire, but finally puts out the fire with his mouth] This happens all the time. Now, where was I? Ah. [Presents the cows with a dead scorpion] Voila! Now let me just get this on the fire and it'll be ready directly.
Look, we don't eat meat. It's kind of like a professional courtesy.
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.
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.
Ahem. Excuse us. My good fellow, we must be on our way.
Wait! There he is! [points to a wanted poster of Alameda Slim on a cactus, runs towards it and hits the poster on the cactus with his foot, which causes his foot pain]
Slim! You mean this no-good varmint is hiding out in Echo Mine right now?
Without a doubt.
Maggie, what are you thinking?
Look, 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.
Hey, I got the rabbit.
That's not all you got, Maggie. You got us.
Oh, no. No, no, no. No. We are sticking to our plan and going home. [grabs Grace by the collar with her tail and are about to leave]
Hold on, you two. As strange as this sounds, Grace is actually making sense.
Thank you.
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?
Your powers of persuasion are uncanny. Deal.
Ha! Bovine bounty hunters! Now I've seen everything. Let's get moving, ladies. Time for an underground smackdown. Yee-haw!
Well, I take my hat off to you, Jack. But you've got us here in one piece.
Well, seein' is believin'.
And I don't believe what I see. [sees Buck talking to Junior, who is guarding the entrance]
Oh, it's Buck!
Stallion of the Cim-moron.
Junior Cows only.
Look, friend, you don't understand my situation.
Junior No, you don't understand, so I'll say it again. The only critters that get by me are cows. Cows only.
Oh, come on! Look, cut me a break. [Hears one of the cows moo] Now what? [sees Grace coming towards Junior] Aww, what are you doing here?
Sorry we're late. We got separated from the herd.
Junior Right this way, little lady. Tell 'em Junior sent you.
Ohhh....
Howdy, partner!
Junior Ahem. Nice hat, ma'am.
Oh! Cheeky devil.
Excuse me, reject. Coming through. [smacks his face with her tail as Junior blocks the entrance]
Hey, what gives?! How come they got to go through?
Junior They're cows.
What?! But what about the rabbit?
Junior Well, obviously, he was with the cows.
Ha! I'm with the cows, too! Yeah! [to the cows who are walking though the tunnel] Hey! Hey, cows! W-wait up! You got to tell this guy you know me! See, Junior, we're old friends! Come on, Margie! Uh, Gretchen! Miss, uh... uh, Hat Cow! Come on, it's your old pal Buck, see?
Buck... Buck... Oh, Buck! Nah, doesn't ring a bell. [continues walking]
No, no, no, wait! Hey, come back! No! Hang on... hang on a second. [to Junior] Heh heh heh. They're just kidding. You see, if you could... Oh, hey! Hey! [Junior throws him up in the air] Hey, cows! Cows! Oof! [he lands]
Junior Don't make me hurt you.
Heh heh. [sees Rico with Patrick on top of the mine] Rico. [laughs] I gotta go, but let's throw on the old feedbag sometime. [turns around and leaves] Stay cool. Ha ha ha! It's hero time.
Alameda Slim, you're under arrest! [Slim muffled "Let go or get us killed!"]
Nobody messes with pearls, girls. [to Buck]
