Marty Fuller always spent the 3rd Sunday of every single month at his Grandpa Javi’s house. On one 3rd Sunday, Marty was so excited that he barely had time to say goodbye to his mom as he jumped out of the car.

“Marty! Don’t forget to-“

“Bye, mom!”

He never knew what to expect at his Grandpa Javi’s house! Goosebumps popped up all over his skin as he got on his tippy-toes to ring the doorbell. Ten long seconds went by as he waited in anticipation, when suddenly…

The door burst open! Marty was drenched before he realized Grandpa Javi had started a water gun shoot-out! Marty’s perfectly gelled hair was ruined and Marty started to get frustrated.

“¡Órale! Put ‘em up, Tex!”

“Awwww! Grandpa!”

Thinking quickly, Marty dashed through the front door. He assumed Grandpa Javi wouldn’t spray water in his own house. Marty was wrong! Grandpa Javi would rather get his own abode wet than let Marty get away. Marty knew he was in trouble now.

Marty ran to the kitchen and grabbed the hose connected to the sink. He aimed true and fired a strong stream of water straight into Grandpa Javi’s mouth. Grandpa Javi gurgled and spewed and swallowed way too much water before finally yielding. Marty won!

After the shootout, Grandpa Javi put towels down on the dining room chairs, where they both settled down and ate Marty’s favorite lunch: tomato and cream cheese sandwiches. They were both a little tired.

Once Marty had eaten most of the sandwiches, he helped Grandpa Javi make popcorn on the stove, the old-fashioned way. Grandpa Javi and Marty always liked to do things the old-fashioned way.

“What movie are we watching today, grandpa?”

“Ooo, well I’ve got a doozy of a film for you today. It’s called…”

RIO BRAVO

STARRING JOHN WAYNE AND DEAN MARTIN

EXPLOSIONS! SUSPENSE! HOT-HEADS!

LOVELY LADIES! HORSES! CARD CHEATS!

HEROES! JUSTICE! SHOOT OUTS!

Sheriff John T. Chance and his band of misfits had to ensure justice was brought upon the head of a powerful criminal, no matter the danger. The action! The romance! Marty was hooked! He kept getting closer and closer to the TV screen and no one told him to stop because his mom wasn’t there.

After the movie was over, Marty and Grandpa Javi rifled through Grandpa Javi’s costume closet for any cowboy stuff they could find. First, Marty was John Wayne and Grandpa Javi was the bad guy. Then, they switched. Over and over again!

“Get over here, ya pilgrim!”

“Nice try, sheriff! You’ll never get me!”

When Marty’s mom came to pick him up, Grandpa Javi said goodbye and gave Marty a very special gift.

“Thanks, grandpa!”

“Thanks, grandpa…”

Marty spent the car ride home trying to lasso his mom’s headrest.

“Come here, ya little devil!”

“Marty!”

At school, during lunchtime, the other kids laughed and laughed as Marty used the janitor’s mop to gallop up and down the aisles of the cafeteria.

“Don’t worry, dude. We’ll stop ‘em from gettin’ in!”

Marty’s parents caught him romancing the living room lamp and needed to have a word with him.

“I’m glad we kissed a second time. It’s better when two people do it.”

“Oh, dear!”

“Marty!”

When his sister Marian woke up in the middle of the night hogtied, Marty really got in trouble.

“Mom!!!”

That same night, Marty was apprehended walking the grounds. Marty whooped and hollered as they pulled him upstairs.

“The villains’ll get in if’n I’m not here to patrol!”

Marty finally locked the bad guy in jail, but then he was forced to let her go after Marian whined about it.

“But, MOOOM! Horse theft’s a problem in this town!”

Marty’s troubles really started at the park. There was a kid pushing people off of the swings and stealing their turn. Marty didn’t like that, so he went and challenged the kid to a duel, as a gentleman would.

“Stick ‘em up!”

It turned out, that kid didn’t like cowboys as much as Marty did, and Marty was forced to retaliate.

Finally the day came when Marty’s mom and dad sat Marty down to give him a talking to.

“It’s not that you can’t play cowboy anymore, you just can’t tie the cat to your model train tracks.”

“Or empty all of the paper towel rolls to make jail bars.”

Marty understood, and it was okay. He knew he sometimes got carried away. After his parents left, Marty smiled a huge smile. He remembered that tomorrow…

“I get to go to grandpa’s house!”