One day in the Brainstorming Room of the Cafe Society

And, down at the big meeting hall it was the day of the World Championships of poker.
Our hero played cleverly and well, noticing the strategically placed Feng Shui mirrors, and watching Big Deke (No, I’m not gonna check, but I’m pretty sure this one is the real one) using them to catch glimpses of the other player’s cards.
So, Our hero pocketed a few cards along the way … and when it came to the Big Final Hand, he slipped those extra cards in front of his real hand, and let Big Deke think he was bluffing with nothin’ … and ran the bet up on him, using his own cheating against him. The two of them bet and raised each other 'till everything was on the table, they were both down to just undershorts …
Then Big Deke “called” and laid down his beautiful full house, tens over jacks and started gathering up the chips.
Our hero simply smiled then lay down his real hand, a straight flush, hearts, 7 to Jack, and happily picked up the chips, though he was very careful not to touch Big Deke’s socks, there on the side of the wager pile.
Somehow in some strange, unexplainable way, which was why no one wanted to write this part,
All this came together.
Our hero winning that hand (and, flipping the socks off the table with a card, landing them right in the hands of two of the house elves) made the whole crowd jump for joy, bumping into Wyatt who had Just managed to push a law through congress making sarsaparilla legal for all time, and was wrapping his arms around 42 cases of the finest O.K. brand of sarsaparilla.
All those cases of sarsaparilla fell over, blowing up the bottles and squirting sarsaparilla all over every one out in the corral, next to the big meeting hall. That spraying sarsaparilla changed everything and everyone was transported back to where they belonged, including Wyatt. But all his sarsaparilla had spilled when the "Transformation came … which was the origin of the saying ‘you can’t take it with you.’

And they all lived happily after, except for the Hooded dude, who ended stuck back in history, running a collectibles shop and trying to make a living writing and publishing stories about the brave Kid Czarcasm and some guy named Wyatt and the o.k. pop shooting out in the Corral!

Oh, and the bartender found herself having a most unusual reaction to pocket watches. Every time she saw one, she had the strong desire to take off all her clothes, slowly, and dance in front of a couple guys with digital video cameras.

the end

Thanks for wrapping it all up, Wyatt.

takes a small bow
my pleasure, ma’am.