It was a peaceful day at the bank until the bomb went off.

"Nobody move! This is a bank robbery!" Mel shouted, entering through the hole that had once been the doors. He was followed by his pose consisting of Sweetpea, Leonard and Pepe. Armed to the teeth with weapons, the group had no trouble getting to the vaults. And they left without any trouble either. They were that good. Or at least that's what they thought.

"Freeze! Put your paws and wings in the air where we can see them!" a German shepherd shouted. The robbers looked up to see the police dogs coming their way. "Aw crap, we're going to jail," Leonard mumbled. Determined not to go to jail tonight, Mel growled, "Oh no we're not. Get in the wagon now!" The other three pets didn't need to be told twice as they hopped into the wagon with Pepe at the reins. Jumping into the back, Mel yelled, "Drive!"

"After them!" another police dog, a beagle this time, howled. There was a whole squadron running up to the wagon now. Snapping the reins, Pepe yipped in surprise when the horses started running. If it hadn't been for Leonard holding him, he would've been dragged along. The wagon lurched and sped off away from the police. But the pose wasn't done with their getaway yet when Sweetpea chucked a stick of dynamite back. A moment later, there was a huge explosion. Turning to his little friend, Mel remarked, "Sweetpea, remind me not to get on your bad side."

"We're free! Let's go!" Leonard cheered. Wagging his curly tail while Sweetpea perched on his head, Mel exclaimed, "Ain't nobody gonna stop us now! We are the greatest outlaws the Wild West has ever seen!" With that, the three dogs tipped their heads back and howled to the moon. Unfortunately, all three were very much way offkey and sounded like a bunch of yodeling banshees. But that didn't stop them from having their fun as they rode off into the sunset...