Write an M&M short story using the M&M commercial characters in present tense prose form as if it was an Old Western movie.
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Write an M&M short story using the M&M commercial characters in present tense prose form as if it was an Old Western movie.
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The grizzled bandit Filthy Frank ambles through the center of the dusty street with spittle congealed in his beard. He stops a few paces from the saloon doors and takes an aggressive pose.

"Sherrif! I'm calling you out," he says. "This is my town. Ain't no lawman going to come up in my town and run me own. Let's have it out right here and now."

Heavy boots thump on the wooden floorboards of the Tankard Tavern. The doors swing open and a tumbleweed blows through. The Red M&M strolls out with a sheriff outfit.

"I thought I told you to hit the road," says Red.
"I don't listen so good," teases Frank. "I think it's about time we settled this."

An eagle caws overhead. The town is silent around them as the hot sun beams down on the duo. Red looks past Frank. He sees Yellow up on a balcony across the street and the glint of sunlight reflecting off of the scope of Yellow's riffle. 

"You don't want to do this, Frank," says Red. "I'll give you one more chance."
"You know, Red? I think I do," Frank says. 

Frank draws and turns around and fires at Yellow up on the balcony. His shot hits the railing sending wooden shrapnel flying as Yellow takes cover. Red draws his pistol but nearly drops it. He bobbles the weapon back and forth with his hands. He loses control and falls grabbing for it.

A shot rings out. Frank collapses. 

Inside the bar, cheers erupt as patrons surround Green -- adorned in burlesque attire -- as she blows smoke from the barrel of her Deringer pistol. 

Yellow dizzily gets up. "Awe, nuts," he says.
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Write an M&M short story using the M&M commercial characters in present tense prose form as if it was an Old Western movie.</s>
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The grizzled bandit Filthy Frank ambles through the center of the dusty street with spittle congealed in his beard. He stops a few paces from the saloon doors and takes an aggressive pose.

"Sherrif! I'm calling you out," he says. "This is my town. Ain't no lawman going to come up in my town and run me own. Let's have it out right here and now."

Heavy boots thump on the wooden floorboards of the Tankard Tavern. The doors swing open and a tumbleweed blows through. The Red M&M strolls out with a sheriff outfit.

"I thought I told you to hit the road," says Red.
"I don't listen so good," teases Frank. "I think it's about time we settled this."

An eagle caws overhead. The town is silent around them as the hot sun beams down on the duo. Red looks past Frank. He sees Yellow up on a balcony across the street and the glint of sunlight reflecting off of the scope of Yellow's riffle. 

"You don't want to do this, Frank," says Red. "I'll give you one more chance."
"You know, Red? I think I do," Frank says. 

Frank draws and turns around and fires at Yellow up on the balcony. His shot hits the railing sending wooden shrapnel flying as Yellow takes cover. Red draws his pistol but nearly drops it. He bobbles the weapon back and forth with his hands. He loses control and falls grabbing for it.

A shot rings out. Frank collapses. 

Inside the bar, cheers erupt as patrons surround Green -- adorned in burlesque attire -- as she blows smoke from the barrel of her Deringer pistol. 

Yellow dizzily gets up. "Awe, nuts," he says.</s>
