h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*Heading up into them thar hills is the old pony express route - mostly disused now save for the odd outlaw or webjello passing through*

*coming down the road -into- the town is a trail weary ranch hand called Zeke*

Zeke carefully rides out of town with a roll of carpet slung over the back of his horse*

/* Zeppo , nose to the ground, sniffs part way down the road, then stops, barks once, whimpers, turns and runs back into town. */

*A single horse gallops out of town.*

*Another single horse gallops out of town. The rider seems to be carrying a small booklet and grinning wildly. *

*jello dragging behind galloping horse disintegrating quickly*

*Styx with radio around neck (radio is a medallion like license tag) crawling up over tail into saddle. deciding not to bail out, riding is fun*

Food Lady get kidnapped more often! heh heh heh

*clinging to pommel with front paws, teeth whistle in wind*

Talk to Amy when horse slows down.

[Anyone who's listening carefully will hear the regular sound of dash boots being used to thrust someone forward, but it's far from clear where it's coming from.]

Butch, Doc and "The Big Green Chief" are heading West, Reb is heading East, X Could be heading anywhere and who knows where Zero has got to?

*attains some altitude to get an overview* notices The Celery on horseback in the distance riding West being caught rapidly by a big mean Webjello on a fast horse* some way behind a webjello in better-than-average clothing is plodding along on a tired horse*

*catches a glimpse of another horse off the trail bearing a dead or dying webjello and a large black creature*

Gasp! *twiddles right aerial* What are you doing on that horse, Styx?

X is still on Main Street. He isn't the only Reploid with dash boots. In fact he's one of the few who wasn't /made/ with them.

*Nothing left of dead webjello except one leg, horse slowing down to a walk*

*hearing voice on radio, lets go of pommel and speaking back*

Styx joining the circus heh heh heh
Posse won fight? Got Food Lady back?

[The sound of dash boots seems to be getting closer to The Celery. In a moment they will pass him completely. I don't know how he percieves them, since I don't know any of the Celery's auditory capabilities, so I don't know what exactly he's getting out of this info. Er, yeah.]

*on radio* Styx! So that Rebjello fellow is dead then. I left the town before things were resolved but everything is quiet over there and I can see lots of the Posse wandering around.

Lil hasn't been rescued yet. Turn that horse to the West and get over here quickly. Apart from anything else, Titania's champagne bottle that was liberated from the Atelier during the raid might be in one of the saddlebags.

*new rider has no legs or whip, thinks horse and stops, begins to graze*

*to radio* Horse won't go. *rooting in bags* No bottle. Just --

*red eyes glow surprised* Wah! Food Lady's healthstone!

*nimble rat fingers work at buckles and saddle bags drop to ground, followed by Styx. Horse wanders away looking for other horses*

*drags saddlebags into bushes by road*
*to radio* Now what?

*on radio* Hang on. I'll fly to your position. We can have a picnic while we think of something.

*a pile of [], [c], [BB], [GL] and other calling cards cascade out of the saddle bags as they hit the ground but no Champagne bottle*

Dang ! Thater'd be [] of course. Still ani't used to this specteral existance *curses

*hands a pork pie to Styx*

Brrrrr!!! This wood is creepy. Something just made my skin crawl.

[The dash-boot sound stops.]

[Zero] [unseen; from somewhat close by] Don't worry. You're in no immediate danger.

[The dash-boot sound resumes.]