Yep, when this year's Extrav. hits the boards of the old Opera House Saloon the Wild West will have arrived good and proper in little old Kiwi County. Direct from the hard-shooting men, hard-drinking women and hard-bitumised streets of Double-Cross Creek, Texas, comes hard-bitten Sheriff Arnett and his owlhooting offsider Bigfoot, with a couple of ornery buzzards called Krushy and Bulgy, to make a real live Western movie set in the old ghost town of Wellington.

Why hev they come? Pardner, you may well ask that question. You see onother ornery buzzard, Stick-up Holland, has gotten hisself into a mighty big heap of trouble with the local boys through his trying to muscle in on the Roxburgh Ranch power racket and they weren't going to stand for any of that kind of nonsense. So Sid was hustled out of the County and he went West hoping to get some help for a film he wants to make which he reckons is going to set him up as Chief Sheriff of the County once agin. But he hadn't reckoned on crossin Water pistoils with another couple of ornery buzzards—Gambling Gaylord Owen and his crooked galfriend Salvation Sally (ex-wife of the Sheriff) who were planning to hitch up reins with Brutus Holybeach and all the other ornery buzzards with the intention of running Sid straight out on a one-way trip to Boothill and taking over the County themselves.

Wal pordner, don't think that is the end of the dirty doings. Now Stick-up Sid used to be a mighty weak speciman of the human species but a little body carving by a couple of local quacks transforms him into a pretty big hunk of man and he rip-snorts off on a career of crime unequalled in any country this side of the Mason-Dixon. Things really start humming along—Sid hitches up with Fanny Arnett (Sweet F.A. to you), the Sheriff's daughter and a lot of mighty perculiar events occur before law and order is restored in Kiwi County.

Yep folks, if you came here for a quiet night of relaxation you'd better saddle up and head for the homestead becos when the boys ride out of the sun head in yur direction—watch out for flying bullets. So hold onto your seats and git ready for the show that will make High Noon look like yur Twelve O'clock shadow!