Just something completely random because Flygon would be perfect in a Wild West setting. Just a cliche filled western skit.

The street is empty as the sun hangs high in the sky. The citizens have retreated into their homes to watch the standoff.

A lone bandit makes his way up the street. He is the infamous Beedrill Bandit who had been terrorizing the town and as a result, the Sheriff's partner lost his life.

From that day forth, the Sheriff of the town vowed to bring the criminal to justice. He had managed to track him down to his lair and take out his second in command, only for the Beedrill Bandit to worm his way right out from under his nose.

The two were now even....

And here he was, ready to settle this once and for all in the square at midday.

A whistle filled the air as the Sheriff made his presence known. The old battle-scarred Flygon finally showed his face from the mock sandstorm he had kicked up.

"So The Desert Spirit has finally arrived."

Sheriff Flygon spits out his cigar and lowers his hat.

"Now that we're even and because this town isn't big enough for the both of us.....

It will be settled when the clock strikes noon."

Both of them reach for their guns as the hand approaches the 12.

Bong!

Both draw and....

Bang!

Cue the credits.

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Zekrom: Oh come on! We waited three hours for it to end on a cliffhanger!?

Reshi: *leaving the theater to get a popcorn refill*

Kyurem: *chewing on the seat*