The Sheriff walks into the saloon with his posse and addresses the patrons. "Hey, boys, I was wonderin' if you could help us - we're chasing the Brown Paper Kid. Anyone seen 'im?" "What's he look like?" "Well, he's got a brown paper hat, and a brown paper shirt, a brown paper vest and brown paper dungarees. He wears brown paper boots, he's got brown paper chaps and brown paper spurs, and he's got a brown paper holster for his brown paper gun." "Naw, we ain't seen him. Whatcha want him for?" "Rustlin'"