This is a silly story:



Meanwhile, somewhere in the twentieth century, Billy the Kid has come home from wandering the desert. Realizing he won't find the American Dream in the Nevada Desert, he finds himself adrift in Las Vegas, unable to leave.

There, Elvis informs him that the American Dream couldn't be found as it had been stolen years ago, ripped from the minds of the childrens the dragon has taken it, perhaps to the bottom of the ocean. Realizing that a land without dreams will soon poison itself Billy decides to recover the American Dream, hoping that Elvis will come with him.

Elvis tells him that he's been in this city too long and he's now little more than a ghost, a joke at best. He does give Billy his last Cadillac, this will help him crash the barrier that bars his way out of Las Vegas.

He's heard rumors of a man out on the highways who might know where the Dream is being stashed, and further, can help him across the ocean to recover Charlemagne's nunchucks...