Jimmie didn't know what kind of endurance training this horse was getting, but the motherfucker didn't stop running full speed until entering the city limit which was at least a three mile run. The horse only slowed down out of anxiety due to all the sudden people.
Jimmie knew that he was on the far east of the city, and if he could avoid police stopping him, he would be able to get home in about a half an hour. To be safe, he stayed on the sidewalk and slowed the horse to a trot. As they turned a corner, they are met with a group of people that were crowded around a van that had the back doors open and a bunch of production equipment inside. One of the women turns around at the sound of the clopping of the horse hooves. Apparently, they were expecting another horse…
"Oh good! We got that extra horse!" the woman says and starts maneuvering them into the lot of a movie production studio. "And you must be one of the extras, right? Or are you just delivering the horse?"
Jimmie was confused but was interested to see how long he could go along with it.
"Uh, I'm both." Jimmie answered, sniffling some powdered snot back up his nose.
"Alright, well, head over to the wardrobes— we'll take this, and then we'll call for you guys when we're ready."
Jimmie was urged off the horse and the woman walks it to a section where other horses stood around in wait. He walked through the lot where no one really paid him any mind and made his way to a silver, actors trailer with a star logo on the side. Even though people were walking about all over, they didn't seem to mind as he walked casually into the silver trailer and shut the door behind him.
Jimmie didn't think he would last very long in there before whoever the trailer belonged to returned, so he decided to help himself to whatever was in the refrigerator. He retrieves a can of strawberry flavored Dragon Piss soda, pops it open and takes a long gulp of the refreshing beverage. He had forgotten how dry his mouth was until the bubbly drink woke his taste buds back up and brought back his saliva. He then realized that he was hungry as shit, but sadly for him there was nothing but a half eaten burrito and an old salad that looked like it was in there since yesterday. He turns his attention to the rest of the trailer and explores. He had never been in an actors trailer nor a movie set, but he knew he would be found out before he could star in his first movie unless the crew were total clump heads who didn't keep track of who was supposed to be there or who wasn't. Now that he thought about it, maybe they were some ding-bats being that they walked him into the studio without any sort of identity confirmation. But anywho, Jimmie found himself looking at himself in a mirror. He looked awful. He looked like he spent a night clubbing, getting shit faced then dumped on the side of the road like some old road kill.
In the wardrobe, he found some beautiful old western outfits, just like the guys were wearing out there on set. In less than a minute, Jimmie had an entire gunslinger get up on. Long, leather duster, dark, navy blue jeans with the belt and a prop six shooter to go with it, some cowboy boots with the spinners on the heel for kicking them horses, and an old western hat that was probably the same exact one Clint Eastwood wore in A Fist Full of Dollars. He checked himself out and darn it, he looked damn good in that outfit. But there was something missing. A quick glance to the side and he spots some shiny aviator sunglasses sitting on the dresser. He doubted they were apart of the whole western wardrobe and probably belonged to whoever was in this trailer earlier, but he decided to put them on just to see. And hot diggity damn, whadd'ya know? He turned up his good looks by at least four points. But somehow, there was still something missing. Something that would make him drop dead gorgeous. He looked around and found that missing something. It was sitting on a dresser across the trailer and in a small open box. It was a beautiful fake mustache.
Jimmie knew that this mustache had to get put on his face and now. He gently plucked the mustache out of the display box and holds it up in his fingers. The hairs felt exactly how a real man's mustache should feel, especially on the top lip of a pretty gal that would see him and him wearing it and not be able to resist.
Jimmie walked out of there feeling like a new man with that mustache, cowboy hat, and duster and boots, but he couldn't stay there if he wanted to keep it. He devised a plan to sneak out of the studio and get home before anyone noticed these articles of clothing were gone. Walking through the studio lot was easy, people he passed thought he was just a cast member or extra on break. Lucky for him, the horse he stole was still tied up with the other horses. On the set nearby, a shootout scene was being filmed and everyone's attention was on it, their back literally to him as he strut behind them. Jimmie untied the horse from the stall and was glad he had something better to hang on to instead of the horses hair as he mounted the horse and trotted out of the studio lot.
He was going to look crazy riding around the city on a horse with a cowboy costume on, but he looked sexy and was determined to get home where he would then plan to find his Musty Dang and get her back from the horse thieves that stole her.