West in Pieces/Transcript

[Opening shot: a town in the Old West, seen from a distance, during the day. The structures are built rather high, simulating the profile of the modern city’s skyline. A sign points to the up-and-coming metropolis: “Townsville—Pop. 17.” Desert winds moan softly.]

Narrator: The town of Townsville. [Zoom in slowly and dissolve to a saloon entrance.] A simple little town of law-abidin’ folk.

[A rather large fellow in overalls stands in front of the entrance—a bouncer, perhaps; his prominent nose makes him look a bit like Fuzzy Lumkins. One of the window’s four panes shatters as a hatless man is flung out through it onto the sidewalk. He stands up, dives back in through a second pane, then breaks out a third in another leap to the sidewalk. Now he has on a hat, which he points to as he turns back to the bouncer.]

Saloon customer: Mahatma rice.