Toothache At Big Mouth Bend
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was the valley of Big Mouth Bend. Big Mouth Bend had a lush landscape of celery trees and spinach grass. Clear blue skies and wide-open prairie. In the middle of this lush valley was the town of Gumm. Its people were happy and prosperous. Sheriff T. Paste kept the little town orderly and clean. But… every once in a while…
“Sheriff! Sheriff! You gotta come quick the Cavity Gang is at it again. They just robbed the town bank and got away with 500 enamels.” cried the town banker.
“Don’t worry none Mr. White. I’ll get ‘em.” assured Sheriff Paste.
So the Sheriff rode out on his horse and chased down the Cavity Gang. Ginger, Tarter, and Plaque were female triplets and they were always causing trouble. They didn’t like the town of Gumm. It was just too clean for their taste. Usually they just dug holes in peoples’ lawns, and graffitied the walls; but robbing the 1st Baby Tooth Bank was just plain low down.
Sheriff Paste soon caught up with them. He recovered the money and chased the Cavity Gang away. Sheriff Paste was greeted by a warm and cheering crowd, as he rode back into town with the town’s money.
“Here ya go Mr. White. Just like I promised.” smiled Sheriff Paste, as he handed the money back to Mr. White.
“Thank you Sheriff. You are a true credit to this community.” praised Mr. White.
“Aw twer’nt nothing.” laughed the Sheriff.
“Sheriff he’s right. Without you around, the Cavity Gang would turn this town to rot.” commended Mayor Molar, as he patted the sheriff on the back. “Come on down to the saloon and let me buy you a drink.”
“Sure thing Mayor. It’d be my honor.” accepted Sheriff Paste.
The bartender, Braces, greeted them as they came in the door.
“Hey Braces, give the Sheriff a shot of the new stuff.” recommended Mr. White.
“New Stuff? You mean there’s something new besides water and milk in this here bar?” asked Sheriff Paste.
“Sure is, but its powerful stuff. So be careful.” warned Mr. White.
“Here you go Sheriff.” said Braces, as he gave the Sheriff his drink.
Sheriff Paste looked at the drink. Sheriff sniffed at it first. It even smelled strong. Then he took a sip. It set his mouth on fire.
“Oh Boy! That stuff will kick you in the teeth. What’s it called?” complained Sheriff Paste.
“Lysterine.” chuckled Braces. “That there is the drink of Men.”
“Or something to take the paint off of fences.” choked Sheriff Paste.
“Ha ha ha ha.” they laughed.
And so it was in the town of Gumm. Law and Order ruled the day. But that was all about to change.
It was a dark and moonless night when the Cavity Gang visited Farmer Carnivore’s Ranch. They snuck in all quiet like and went straight for the barn.
“Shh, nice and quiet now girls. Get them cows loaded.” whispered Ginger.
“I don’t get it, Ginger.” questioned Tartar. “Why are we stealing cows?”
“Boss said to get the cows because we failed to get the money from the bank. Boss says we need capital.” explained Ginger.
“We gots a capital.” said Tartar. “The city of Roots ain’t that far away.”
“Not that kind of capital, dummy.” scolded Ginger.
“You girls quit jaw’n and load them cows up.” ordered Plaque.
“Quit your nagging Plak. We’re almost done.” said Ginger.