Narrator: Some one-hundred-odd years ago, a motley collection of tough mustaches galloped across the West and left behind a raft of legends and legerdemains, and it seems a reasonable conjecture that if there were any television sets up in cowboy heaven and any of these rough-and-woolly nail-eaters could see with what careless abandon their names are bandied about, they're very likely turning over in their graves. Which gives you a clue as to the proceedings that will begin in just a moment, when one Mr. Rance McGrew, a three-thousand-buck-a-week-phony-baloney discovers that this week's current edition of make-believe is being shot on location-and that location is the Twilight Zone.
Rance: (in character) There's something else I know that you don't know that you don't know that I know that you know Jesse James.
Rance: Now last, last year, we had one strip in which one of the Dalton boys went free.
Jesse: He told me about it. He also told me how you captured him. You jumped 800' off a cliff and landed on the back of his horse when he wasn't looking. Now come on, Marshal, did you ever jump 800' off a cliff and land on a man's horse.
Rance: Heights... heights make me... ill.
Jesse: That figures.
Jesse: Just like I figured, this guy couldn't outdraw a crayon.
Narrator: The evolution of the so-called "adult" western, and the metamorphosis of one Rance McGrew, formerly phony-baloney, now upright citizen with a preoccupation with all things involving tradition, the truth and cowpoke predecessors. It's the way the cookie crumbles and the six-gun shoots... in the Twilight Zone.
Jesse:: We may be stiffs up there... but we're sensitive!
The original story by Fox was not humorous at all