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♪ Yippee-i-oh Yippee-i-ay ♪

♪ Yippee-i-oh-ti-ay ♪

♪ Hey! I'm Callie And I'm the sheriff ♪

♪ Got my badge here On my vest ♪

♪ I'm ridin', I'm ropin' I'm makin' friends ♪

♪ Some say I'm the best In the West ♪

♪ We're singin' Yippee-i-oh-ki-ay Yee-haw ♪

♪ In Sheriff Callie's Wild West ♪

♪ Yippee-i-oh-ki-ay Yee-haw ♪

♪ Saddle up And ride on in ♪

♪ Learn what it means To be a friend ♪

♪ Sheriff Callie Yippee-i-oh Yippee-i-ay ♪

♪ In Sheriff Callie's Wild West ♪

♪ Yee-haw ♪

(Prairie Dog Trio singing)

(chirps)

(grunts)

Whew!

-Hey, Peck, whatcha doin'? -(gasps)

Hoppin' horseytoads, Toby!

Don't be sneakin' up on a deputy when he's on...

(whispers) official gold protectin' duty.

Uh, Peck?

I think the gold's already gone!

I know that, Toby.

Baxter put it all safely in the bank vault.

On account of it's the biggest gold shipment

in the history of Nice and Friendly Corners!

(All) ♪ It's the biggest gold shipment ever! ♪

So me and Sheriff Callie, have to be on guard against any robbers.

Mornin' ladies.

The sheriff stationed me here while she's watchin' from a secret lookout.

Jeepers, no chance of bad guys getting past you!

I've been sticky-upped!

Shush, Banker! I can't hear myself think.

Let's see now...

Step one, get in bank.

Step two, uh, get the gold...

(grunts)

Step three, make our getaway!

Yes, Toby, the trick to being a good gold guarder...

Good day, ladies. ...is to always be alert!

(grunts)

Figured if there was trouble, I'd spot it from up here.

-(gasping) -Give back that gold, boys!

You won't need it in jail.

Drop the gold, Boss! It's slowin' you down!

(grunting) No, it ain't!

Get goin', Lightning!

(neighs)

-(whistles) -(neighs)

Right behind you, Sheriff! Faster, Clementine!

Come on, Lightning, giddy... (exclaims)

(grunts)

Sorry, Sheriff.

Don't know how in tarnation those bandits got by me.

At least we caught one of 'em.

But I gotta chase down the two that got away,

so I'll need you to take this back to the bank.

(groans) I got it!

I got it!

Clementine's got it. Whew!

And then put this sticky-fingered varmint behind bars.

That means jail!

Don't worry, Sheriff, I promise not to let him outta my sight.

Hut, two, three, four!

Come on! We gotta skedaddle back to town and spring the boss!

Oh.

So those ladies you tipped your cap to were really bank robbers?

Sneaky!

The important thing is the Sheriff and I caught the leader here

and got the gold back.

(grunts)

And now it's safely locked up in the Money-Master 3000!

This super-strong vault will keep out any robber

till the gold's officially transported to Junctionville!

Just don't open it for anyone except a duly authorized lawman.

Now to lock you up in a super-strong jail cell.

Hut, two, three...

Six, seven, eight, halt!

I reckon you won't be seeing your friends for a long time.

You reckoned wrong, Deputy.

Now take them handcuffs off our boss!

(gulps) O... Okay.

But I promised the Sheriff not to let him outta my sight...

And I always keep my promises!

-Huh? -Ha!

(caws)

Now how are you gonna snatch your boss?

I just out-sneakied ya!

Oops. (groans)

Excuse me? That's my wagon!

And that's my best buddy!

Duane, use one of them blacksmith tools to bust these handcuffs off.

Hey! Be careful, you almost hit me!

Find a smaller tool.

I'm gonna make a list of all your crimes.

Attempted bank robbery, grand theft wagon, deputy stealin'...

Anybody got a pencil?

(muffled) And assaulting an officer's beak!

We have got to get rid of this deputy.

Duane, do something!

(grumbles)

Whiskers! Those bandits gave us the slip.

Let's head back to the jailhouse

and see if their boss will tell us where they're hiding.

Sheriff! Bandits stole Peck!

And then took off in my wagon!

They got Peck? (gasps)

-C'mon, Sparky! -(neighs)

Giddy up back thataway!

(grunting)

Do ya mind? This is our chow time, and I can't eat my beans!

(grunts) I got a hungry tummy too, you know!

(sighs)

First, we lose our stolen gold

and now I can't even eat my stolen beans.

(sputters)

Stolen? (spits)

My beak will not be a party to harborin' lawbreakin' beans!

Hey, Boss, look! A stagecoach!

(laughs) Let's rob it!

It ain't gold, but it's better than nothin'.

No! I refuse to aid and abet your criminal...

Whoa!

Whoa! Huh. Looks like Mr. Dillo's wagon.

It surely does.

Wherever could he be?

Looking for his wagon, I reckon.

(chuckles) Now, everybody off the stage. We're robbin' it!

(all gasp)

Peck?

Don't get off the stage!

These bandits are under arrest!

Back in we go.

No! We are not under arrest!

And do get off the stage!

Now back off.

What are ya waitin' for, boys? Rustle them horses!

And horse stealin' and deputy defying.

You are in big trouble... (exclaims)

(Rustler leader) (shushing) I got a strongbox to steal!

(grunts)

(braying)

(groans)

Oh, oh, Boss! Sheriff Callie's a-comin!

(Rustler leader) Come on!

This day just keeps getting worse!

That's it, fellas. Back where you belong.

Oh, thanks, Sheriff.

We got bushwhacked by bandits!

And Peck.

He was handcuffed to one of 'em,

and they did not seem too happy to have him along.

Well, Peck promised to never let 'em out of his sight,

so I reckon he's doing just that.

Which way did they go?

-That-a-way. -Thanks, y'all.

Giddy-up again, Sparky!

Saw away all you want.

But sooner or later, Sheriff Callie will come lookin' for me.

And when she finds me, which she will,

you boys are goin' to jail!

(chuckles) Oh, is that right?

Yep. You can run and ride,

but there ain't no place you can hide.

♪ With Sheriff Callie on your trail ♪

♪ It won't be long till you're in jail ♪

♪ You can run and you can ride ♪

♪ But there ain't nowhere you can hide ♪

♪ 'Cause she won't stop till she's gotcha! ♪

♪ You can't vamoose from that muchacho ♪

♪ She's a "won't give up till she's caught ya" kinda gal! ♪

(laughing) (tapping spoons)

♪ She'll stay out on the range all day ♪

♪ She won't go home no how no way ♪

♪ I'm gonna say it loud and clear ♪

♪ Sheriff Callie's still out here! ♪

♪ Everybody ♪

(All) ♪ 'Cause she won't stop ♪

So, if he's saying the sheriff is out here looking for us...

(chuckles) That means there ain't no law back there in town!

Which means we can ride right in and rob that bank again!

Thanks for the idea, Deputy!

What? No!

Hey Duane, find something to get these cuffs off of my gold-carryin' hands!

(caws)

-(gasps) -Huh?

And thank you, crow!

This day is finally getting better!

But wait... (groans)

(Rustler leader) Bye-bye!

Well, lots of luck!

Baxter Badger won't open that bank vault except for an officer of the law! Ha!

Thanks for remindin' me, lawman.

(laughs) You're comin' with us!

Not again.

(All) ♪ Peck thought he could stop 'em from robbin' Baxter's bank ♪

♪ But now he's gotta help 'em with just himself to thank ♪

One for you, one for you, and one for me.

Okay, Deputy, you're gonna tell that banker

we're your lawman buddies, come to take that gold to Junctionville.

Come on. But no one will believe you're real lawmen with those fake badges.

Oh, Peck, you're back!

How did you get away from those bandits?

Did these lawmen rescue you?

Um... Yes?

Jeepers, thank you, lawmen!

Oh, and nice badges!

Um, hello, Baxter.

These are my lawman buddies,

come to take the gold to Junctionville.

Finally!

Let me just unlock my Money-Master 3000 for you.

(grunts) There you go, gentlemen.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a customer.

You boys start loadin' gold.

I'll keep my eye on that banker.

Got 'em! Now I just gotta find Sheriff Callie!

(Rustlers) Let us out! Let us out!

Oh, dear! Those lawmen must've accidentally locked themselves in!

Baxter, I almost forgot!

Whatever you do, don't open the vault.

Load up the wagon. I'll deal with this double-crossin' deputy!

-Get back here you pesky woodpecker! -Whoa!

I heard that and I'm adding deputy insultin' to your list, mister!

(exclaims)

Come on, Boss, we got the gold!

Let's get outta here.

Help! Someone!

They robbed the bank and they're getting away!

Gettin' away?

I made a promise not to let that varmint outta my sight

and a lawman keeps his promises!

(chuckles) You know what's even better than stealin' gold?

Never seein' that do-goodin' deputy again!

(grunts)

Peck?

(grunts) Little help?

You again?

(both grunting)

I'll give you this, Deputy, you got gumption...

And I hate gumption! (exclaims)

Gotcha!

Deputy Peck, you want to do the honors?

My pleasure, Sheriff.

You are under arrest.

(growls)

Hut, two, three, four...

(Sheriff Callie) I'm mighty proud of you, Peck.

Sure as sunrise, you kept your promise.

Thank you, Sheriff. (chuckles)

When I said I wouldn't let that bandit out of my sight, I meant it.

(whispering) Um, I think he's out of your sight, Peck.

Cornflabbit, get back here!

(All) ♪ Peck keeps his promises ♪

(Prairie Dog Trio singing)

(all laughing)

Good afternoon, fellas.

-Afternoon. -Howdy.

Like my dance, Clementine?

I call it the apple jig.

(brays)

Clementine, I need help figurin' out what dance I do best.

Whaddya think of my western waltz?

One, two, three... (exclaims)

She's here!

(indistinct chattering)

Does she have it?

What's it look like?

Here it is, folks!

The Golden Boot dance trophy.

(all exclaiming)

It goes to the lucky winner of tonight's dance contest!

(All) ♪ They're havin' a dance contest! ♪

Hoo-wee, is that trophy shiny!

Why, it's made of solid gold!

(chuckles) I'd sure love to win it!

Oh, me too.

I'd put it in the center of my saloon!

I'd make sure it never got dirty or dusty

I'd polish it every day!

Now let's not get ahead of ourselves, folks.

First, we have to dance, and then the judge has to pick the winner.

Say, who is the judge?

Sweet sassafras!

(chuckles) I've been so busy fetchin' the trophy,

I forgot all about pickin' a judge.

Now, who could it be?

Here ya go, partners.

I split it right down the middle so you'd both get the same amount.

(chuckles) Why, I know the perfect fella to be a judge!

He's fair, honest and a great dancer too!

Thanks, Sheriff. But I've got my heart set on winnin' that trophy.

Actually, I was talking about Toby.

How'd you like to judge the dance contest tonight?

Me? What do I have to do?

Well, ya have to watch over the trophy.

Then tonight, at the dance contest,

give it to whoever you think is the best dancer.

Guard it and give it.

Got it!

There.

(groans)

Now it's official.

(chuckles) Well, folks.

I best go make sure things are ready for tonight.

And we best keep tryin' to find me a winning dance.

One, two, cha-cha-cha...

Ooh, I am so excited for the contest to start!

Me too!

Watchin' y'all dance is gonna be a hoot!

Well, get ready to be wowed, Judge Toby.

'Cause I plan on struttin' my stuff!

(music playing)

(All) ♪ We can't wait to strut our stuff ♪

♪ At the dance contest tonight ♪

♪ Our hat dance is sure to amaze ♪

♪ Our western waltz will be a sight ♪

♪ We can't wait to strut our stuff ♪

♪ Will it be fun? Well, sure enough ♪

♪ We can't wait to strut our stuff at the dance contest tonight ♪

♪ We can't wait to strut our stuff ♪

♪ It's gonna be quite a show ♪

♪ I'll country clog ♪

♪ I'll western hula ♪

♪ And we're gonna do-si-do ♪

♪ We can't wait to strut our stuff ♪

♪ Will it be fun? Well, sure enough ♪

♪ We can't wait to strut our stuff ♪

♪ It's gonna be quite a show ♪

Jeepers! Everyone's such a great dancer.

It's gonna be hard to pick a winner.

Well, see ya tonight, folks!

Ooh, Toby's right.

Everyone is a great dancer.

We gotta make sure we win that golden boot, brother!

Maybe if we give Toby a little gift,

he'll give us that trophy.

I know just what to do.

Oh, Toby!

Double thick shake with extra cherries!

On the house.

(chuckles) Gosh, thanks, Ella!

Now all you have to do is pick me as the winner of the dance contest.

Oh, okay!

-Whoa! -Mmm.

I thought you'd enjoy some new Sagebrush Sam novels, Toby.

Wow, I love Sagebrush Sam!

And Tio and I would love to win that trophy just as much.

You got it!

Golden corn for that golden trophy.

Yummy.

Sure thing, Farmer Stinky!

Pretty flowers for that pretty trophy tonight, Toby?

(sniffs) Happy to oblige, Priscilla!

How 'bout a dirty, dusty mine car ride for that there trophy?

It's a deal!

(All) Yee-haw!

Wowee! I've got so much great stuff!

Now all I gotta do is give this one golden trophy to...

Everyone? Oh, no!

One, two, step and turn...

Maybe Peck will know what I should do!

♪ Promenade if you wanna win ♪

♪ Turn and give your a badge spin ♪

(groans)

Oh, all right. (gasps)

Then how 'bout my choo-choo dance?

(imitating train)

Say, Peck, I have this, uh, friend who has a problem.

What is it, Toby? (imitating train)

Lots of folks gave him gifts and he promised each one they'd win a prize.

But he only has one prize to give.

Seems to me it's only fair to make sure everyone gets a prize.

Yeah! Then I...

Uh, I mean, my friend won't let anyone down!

Thanks, Peck!

You're welcome, Toby.

(imitating train)

Well?

(brays)

Aw, that's what you said last time!

So, all I have to do is make enough trophies

for everyone in the dance contest.

But how?

And with what?

(carriage rattles)

This is the finest golden cheese I've ever seen!

Golden cheese!

That's it!

I'll take all the golden cheese you've got.

(All) Huh?

Looks just like the real thing.

Now everyone can get a trophy.

(All) ♪ Toby's makin' trophies out of cheddar cheese ♪

♪ When folks learn that they're not gold ♪

♪ They will not be too pleased ♪

(Dirty Dan) I am ready to dance!

-I can't wait to start. -Me too!

Flyin' feathers, Clementine.

I still don't know what dance to do.

(clucks)

Holy jalapenos!

That's it!

(grunts)

(caws) Shoo, Mr. Crow! Shoo!

Time to start the judgin'.

Remember that milkshake I gave you, Toby.

Hope you enjoyed those books, Toby.

Don't forget about pickin' us the winner now.

Don't worry.

You're gonna be real happy when you find out who wins!

Welcome to the Golden Boot Dance Contest!

Is everyone ready to strut their stuff?

(all cheering)

Toby, are you ready to judge the dancin' and pick a winner?

Sure, I am, Sheriff!

Then let the contest begin!

(music playing)

Nice moves, Sheriff!

Dandy do-si-do!

Way to show your stuff, folks!

(Peck clucking)

Huh?

Wow, Peck, what do you call that?

The electric chicken!

(clucks) (all cheering)

-(Toby) Yee-haw! -(cawing)

Jeepers! Great dancin', everyone.

So, Toby, tell everyone who wins that Golden Boot trophy.

Yes, Toby, do tell.

Well, follow me, and I'll tell you who I picked.

(indistinct chatter)

Congratulations!

You all win.

We all win?

Sure do.

And every dancer gets a trophy.

(all cheering)

But, Toby, you were supposed to pick one winner.

And where did ya get all these other trophies?

-(cawing) -(gasps) Hey, come back here!

The trophies! Stop those crows!

(all clamoring)

Not the real one!

Oh, no. Help!

(gasps) I'm comin', Toby!

(whistles) Let's go, Sparky!

(neighs)

-Whoa! Whoa! -(crows cawing)

That's mine.

Stop, I say!

Ah!

-Let go, crows! -It's ours!

(exclaims)

Sweet buttermilk, this trophy smells like cheddar!

Oh, my. I got trophy all over my shoes!

(Both) These trophies are made of cheese!

(Toby yelling)

Faster, Sparky!

(grunts)

Oh, whiskers!

(exclaiming)

(screaming)

(gasps) Toby!

(groans)

Help! Sheriff Callie, help!

Hang on, Toby!

Faster, Sparky.

We gotta save Toby before he goes over the...

(Toby) Waterfall!

(exclaiming)

Gotcha!

(groans)

Thanks for savin' me, Sheriff.

You're welcome, Toby.

But why in whiskers did you make all those cheese trophies

in the first place?

Ah, it's our fault, Sheriff.

I gave Toby a milkshake

and asked him to pick me as the winner.

I gave him books.

I gave flowers.

(Both) We took him on a mine cart ride.

I gave him corn.

You gave him stuff?

That's no way to win a contest.

We know that now, Sheriff.

Yeah, and I should've just picked one winner and that's that.

Well, I'm glad everyone's learned to compete the fair and honest way.

So, who does win that trophy, Toby?

Well...

The dancer I think was best is...

Deputy Peck and his electric chicken dance!

Congratulations, Peck.

I won? (exclaims)

I won!

(all cheering)

Hey, and on account of I'm the deputy,

how 'bout I teach everyone the electric chicken?

(excited chattering)

Okay. All ya do is slide and... (clucks)

Slide and... (clucks)

(All) Slide and... (clucking)

Slide and... (clucking)

(All) ♪ They're doing the electric chicken! ♪

(CLUCKS)

(theme music playing)

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