I'm too caffeinated to think of an appropriate title.

"Howdy, Cousin," one apple said to the other. The speaker had a green tinge to his dull skin and he wore a filthy bandanna over his mouth, muffling his rough voice. He was flanked by two of the ugliest pieces of produce imaginable. To his right, a corpulent, oozing, bruised tomato called Harold, a freshly lit cigar jammed into the corner of his mouth. To the apple’s left was a lanky carrot that looked like he’d been boiled more than once, and who answered to the name Slim. Cowboy apple stared at the trio, hands placed lightly on his gun belt. “Howdy…cousin,” he replied quietly.

Caption written by some nut job.

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Dr. Pear sneered at Cowboy Apple. "You think you can win?" he said. "You think there'll ever come a time when I'm not at the top of the fruit pile? Well you're wrong!" Dr. Pear turned his back on Cowboy Apple, knowing the worthless piece of pulp would never have the gumption to take him down. He lowered his gun just as the bullet sailed through his finely stitched suit.

(Caption written by the lovely Larissa)

This here's my town...

Special double feature for the night

Oh my... That's two smoking fruit in a week.

Then again, that's four cartoons posted in a week...