If you're looking to wash away the dirt and scum... you ain't gonna get results from some namby-pamby broom.

The stranger blew into town like a hot wind was chasing him. Set up at a table in the back of the saloon. Nobody knew what to make of him, the big fancy doctor from back East. All they knew is they couldn't believe he was here, and they never figured he'd clean up this town.

Colonel Baron and his gang went first, out by the old abandoned mine. The Doctor cornered them in a triple-row and scoured their hideout. After that, word was out. The Doctor meant business.

Jake Spit took the devil-may-care path and just called him out at high noon. Folks came out to watch. Jake Spit cleaned leather, but The Doctor didn't budge. It took just one pass. Injection, Agitation, and Extraction. No more Jake Spit.

After that, things got a little different. Donald the Kid couldn't get away with stealing gumdrops from the General Store. The Beedle Twins started saying please and thank you. Reggie "The Cheese" Standslone tried to rob the bank and make a run for it, but The Doctor was there too, with 75% more bristles that lifted and fluffed Reggie right back into the cell. Reggie went quietly. Said his run-in left him cleaner and more refined.

We figured once it was over, The Doctor would head on his merry way. Figured he was just a recertified rental. But he weren't. And he stayed behind, even after the place was spotless. Far as I'm concerned, he's got the highest rating a fella like me can give. Heard the Carpet And Rug Institute things so too. Maybe that's what he was a Doctor of.

All I know is, ain't nobody else could have taken the stain out of this town.

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