A trio of cowpokes, two of them serving parole for various misdeeds, are trapped in the Southeast Tucson Midwestern Museum and Conservatory of Science and Industry!
after the world outside seemingly comes to an end. No worries, though! Folks'll come back around eventually, right?
Right? We're gettin' real antsy all alone in here.
It's, been a few days. We really need someone else to talk to.
Why's my mind racin' like this?
What day is it, anyhow?
Hello?
what are we? why don't we need to eat?
please
find us
