Dear Auntie Ora
First I tried to ignore it, but now I've found letters from him
to the Cisco Kid. How can I tell if Tonto is cheating on me?
[High up on a bluff in Monument Valley: two figures on
horseback. One is an Apache warrior. The other is instantly
recognisable thanks to his snow-white mount, white hat and mask.
In the distance, another rider approaches at speed, trailing a
cloud of dust.]
Lone Ranger: Can you make out who it is, Tonto old chum?
Tonto: Paleface squaw in heap big hurry.
Lone Ranger: Could it be Annie Oakley?
Tonto: Is that same squaw you spent that weekend in Carson City
with?
Lone Ranger: We don't talk about that.
Tonto: [aside] Nothing much to talk about, from what I heard.
[The rider draws near. It is none other than Pythia DiStefano,
informationalist extraordinaire. She reins in her horse a few
feet
from the fearless twosome, causing it to whinny loudly and rear
up on its hind legs.]
Pythia: Got an answer for you from Auntie Ora, Masked Man.
Lone Ranger: Shouldn't we discuss this in private?
Pythia: Oh, I think Cochise here can be party to what we've got
to say, don't you? Especially seeing it's much worse than you
feared.
Tonto: What this all about, Kemosabe?
Pythia: Why not tell him yourself, Geronimo? Or how about singing
it? Say, to the tune of "Colors of the Wind".
Tonto: Paleface squaw talk with loopy tongue. Been out in sun too
long...
Pythia: So you want to do this the hard way, eh? Very well - say
hello to an old friend!
[She pulls a cartoon racoon out of her saddlebag.]
Cartoon Racoon: He'p! He'p! Oh, my ever-lovin' stars! I is been
ab-ducted!
Pythia: Oops! Sorry - wrong racoon.
[Throwing the first racoon away, she reaches into her saddlebag
again and pulls out a second one.]
2nd Cartoon Racoon: The game's up, boss! I had to tell her
everything! She was going to turn me into a hat!
Tonto: Bugger!
Lone Ranger: Look, what's going on?
Pythia: Chief Sitting Bull here hasn't just been two-timing you
with the Cisco Kid. While your back was turned, he's also been
moonlighting for Disney, canoodling with Mel Gibson as
Pocahontas.
Lone Ranger: Tonto!
Tonto: Well, what do you expect? What sort of royalties you think
the ethnically challenged sidekick from a crummy TV show that
ended over 40 years ago gets? And when they want someone to open
a new mall or address a gathering of the Elk Lodge of Wagon
Mound, AZ, it ain't *me* they call on, matey! I gotta make a
living any way I can these days!
Lone Ranger: Yes, but... but dressing up in women's clothes?
That's just so utterly... so utterly... Actually, it's strangely
alluring.
Tonto: Hey, I'm not proud of it, okay?
Pythia: While you ponder the ramifications of your bosom
companion's muddled sexuality, Loney, here's my bill. Note the
special charge covering medical treatment for sprained arms.
That's the last time I go undercover as a hummingbird. Adios,
hombres - using the term in its loosest sense.
[Pythia causes her mount to rear up again and, with a cry of
"Hi-yo, Concorde, awayyy!" gallops off towards the
horizon. The Lone Ranger and Tonto are left on their own.]
Lone Ranger: How come you never dressed up in women's clothes for
me?
Tonto: Is this a good time to tell you that "Annie
Oakley" was really Johnny Ringo?