“Well, hello there Cowboy.”

“I’m not a cowboy.”

“Sure y’are, you’ve got the boots and the Stetson, you just need something to ride.”

“Sorry Ma’am, I don’t ride cows. Oh, and it’s not a Stetson, it’s a Ten Gallon Hat.”

“That doesn’t hold ten gallons. You’re just a fake. A stupid fake cowboy in a fake hat.”

“Well now, you just verbally assaulted the Sheriff of this here town. You’d best be coming with me.”

“Sheriff? I’m sorry. Please, don’t lock me up. Isn’t there… something we can do?”

“You promising to be a good little girl for me? Here, through this door.”

“I’ll be the best little girl you’ve ever seen. Hey! What’s that?”

“Lie down there while I put it on you. Good thing these skirts are so loose, it’ll easily fit underneath. It’s a Ten Gallon Diaper.”

“What? Oh, like the ten gallon hat? How much does this thing hold then? Oh, I can’t close my legs. Take this off me!”

“Sorry little girl, you promised to be the best little girl I’ve ever seen, and you’re looking just adorable sat there like that. How much does it hold? Well, you don’t like no fake clothing so it’s the real deal. 10 gallons – but don’t worry your pretty little girl head about that, I’ll be sure to change it for you when it’s full.”