There was a nice little skunk named Stinky who wanted to take a train to his family reunion. He missed his train and was freaking out, so much that he sprayed the whole room... He noticed there was one train left but for some reason nobody else got on it, but he did. He was riding the train for hours and hours on end, and was getting bored as can be. The train ran all night and finally arrived, but at a different town, that was totally unrecognizable. It was extremely old fashioned and in a dessert. When he walked by people he noticed them dressed as cowboys, and they all had drawls so southern it was unsettling. There were banjos and fiddles playing everywhere and they gave him a headache.

"Where am I, I wanted to do to Burbank not a John Wayne movie, and the horse smell is horrible, and I'm a skunk!" he said while walking into the sheriff's office.

"Well howdy there smelly, what brings you here?" the coyote asked.

"A train that was supposed to bring me to Burbank brought me to the past, and the name's Stinky, not smelly," he said in response.

"Well I gotta tell ya, I don't care who you are, you're here now and that means you live my my laws, you obey my laws, you pay my taxes and work on the ranches." the coyote ominously said.

"Um no, I just want to get out of here and back to the, non creepy, present, so tell me how to get there." the skunk angrily responded.

"Look, this is a nice little town, we have friends, order and traditional values, and to prove it, the town is holding it's monthly livestock show at my ranch presently, and I am going to have you go too, and you will see this place is the perfect town partner," the coyote then said. The skunk knew he wasn't getting out of this so he agreed to end the conversation and hopefully be able to leave afterwords.

At the ranch in front of the barn the whole town was standing waiting to see the livestock. The show was about to begin and the coyote took Stinky up and introduced him to the town.

"Peoples, here is a visiting fella and he doesn't want to stay here," the sheriff said while the audience gasped. "You know what we do to people like these? Well people, now listen to this term, POWER HOWL..."

When he said that everyone standing got on all their fours like they were slaves bowing down to a master. While they were on all fours they began to howl at the moon, like coyotes communicating to the head of the pack. The howling went on for almost a whole minute and it left the skunk confused and worried. He also noticed they had blank eyes, their pupils were replaced with spinning colors. Once the howling stopped, Stinky asked,

"Um ok, care to explain what the 'ow ooww ooowwwww' was all about?"

"Folks it's time for him to join us..."

"What?"

"My howl has a... special... quality, it can bend anyone, and I mean ANYONE to my will, I love being a cowboy, I love riding my horses, I love milking my cows, I love country fiddles and banjos, and I love my hat, but most of all, I love hypnotizing the town to being my obedient cowboy servants, and now Stinky, you will now be one of us..." the coyote explained as the skunk tried to run away.

"AAHHHH..."

"Oh well, OW OOOWWW OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW, OW OOOWWW OOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!" the coyote howled, with the audience joining.

Stinky couldn't escape it, the howl was so loud he couldn't fight it, he fell on all fours and his eyes began to spin like the others, and he howled, he howled louder and harder than ever before, "OOOWWWWWWW OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!" Stinky was one of them now, he was a cowboy and a rancher.

"Howdy sheriff, I'm here to buy a ranch and raise my horses," Stinky said in a new high and western tone.

"That's great partner, now let's all hop on our horses, go for a nice ride, and see the beauty of the mountains," Sheriff Coyote happily said.

"Yes sheriff," the whole audience and Stinky said in unison.

They all saddled up on their horses and rode into the night, howling like they coyotes they wish they were, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"