Nobody's remaking this one. A 1972 Puss in Boots western exists in this weird pocket where it's too obscure to be nostalgia and too strange to be anything but itself. The cat in boots trades the fairy tale for a saloon, and that tonal whiplash, that specific collision of storybook charm and dusty outlaw logic, is exactly the kind of left-field genre remix that only happens when nobody's looking. You get adventure that doesn't apologize for being exactly as weird as its premise demands.
The clever cat in boots heads for the frontier in this wild west adventure, the second Puss in Boots film. Pero, a carefree cat, once rescued a mouse, and the hot-tempered King of Cats has sent three gunmen to hunt him down. Keeping one step ahead of them, Pero heads west to try his luck. Aboard a stagecoach bound for Go Go Town, he meets Annie, a young woman coming home after her schooling back East, and Jimmy, a drowsy, slow-moving boy. Bandits searching for the town's new sheriff hold up the coach, and in town Annie learns her father has been murdered by the Big Bad Boss, who keeps the place in his grip. Refusing to be scared off, Annie opens a restaurant with help from Pero and Jimmy.
