Here's a new Dennis the Menace oneshot I cooked up. It's about Dennis "the Menace" Mitchell and his friend Gina Gillotti.

I love how, unlike Margaret Wade, Gina doesn't try to change Dennis or his habits, instead preferring to let him be, which he greatly respects.

Plus, she doesn't come unglued whenever she sees spiders or other bugs. Instead she likes them. This causes Dennis to opine,

"If there ever was such a thing, Gina would be...

My Kinda Girl"

Disclaimer: Genius Hank Ketchum owns Dennis the Menace. I own the songfics, oneshots and stories. The lyrics to Cowboy's Sweetheart by LeeAnn Rimes and Rodeo by Garth Brooks belong to their respective owners.

A Cowboy Named Dennis

I wanna be a cowboy's sweetheart
I wanna learn to rope and ride
I wanna ride through the plains and the desert
Out west of The Great Divide

I wanna hear the coyotes singing
As the sun sets in the west
I wanna be a cowboy's sweetheart
That's the life I love the best.

I wanna ride a paint
Moce it at a run
I wanna feel the wind in my face
A thousand miles away from all
Movin' in the cowman's face

I wanna pillow my head
Beneath the open sky
As the sun sets in the west
I wanna strum my guitar and "yodel-le-hee-hee"

That's the life I love the best

-LeeAnn Rimes, Cowboy's Sweetheart

One day at 25 Maple Drive in Wichita, Kansas, there lived a boy named Dennis Mitchell. He had blond hair that usually got in his eyes, which were blue.

Of course, his nickname was "the Menace". The reason why was because he sometimes played pranks on people whenever he got the chance.

He never meant to be like that. He was a real curious boy and a fun-loving kid. He got into trouble, and he knew how to shoot a slingshot. One of his hobbies was pretending he was being a cowboy.

One of his friends was named Gina Gillotti. She was a tomboy with long black hair to her waist and brown eyes. Much to the surprise of Dennis, she liked bugs and spiders, and never came unglued in their presence. And she never tried to correct Dennis or change him for the better, like Dennis' neighbor Margaret Wade.

Margaret was something special. She was a bit taller, two years older and, she thought, MUCH wiser than her heartthrob, Dennis. Margaret knew Dennis had great potential, but badly needed shaping up under her guidance; she had grandiose dreams of a romantic future and lots of children. Dennis tolerated her piano playing as long as the cookies held out. In fact, Margaret's cookies and fudge were the cement that bound their relationship together, however shaky it sometimes become. She kept coming back in spite of rebuffs, insults, put-downs and outright total rejection – which was usually on Dennis's part. All of this fazed her only momentarily, for her mind was made up.

Gina, on the other hand, simply joined in Dennis' games and accepted him for what he was, which Dennis greatly respected. And she especially liked it when Dennis pretended he was a cowboy. The cowboy hat really brought out the cowboy in him, and she liked the cowboy boots with spurs as well.

Then there was the tone he adopted when he was, according to him, "speaking the language of the cowboy".

"Hey, gal, I was wonderin' if you would like to go for a ride with me," Dennis said in a Texas drawl, like his hero on television, Hopalong Cassidy.

Gina blinked, pulled out of her musings and looked at him. Then she smiled.

"Sure!" she replied.

With that, she got on behind Dennis, and Dennis flicked the reins.

"Let's go!" he shouted.

With that, they were off...

Of course, whenever Dennis was around, adventures and mishaps were right around the corner.

His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his love's in Tulsa
And she knows he's gonna go
Well, it ain't no woman, flesh and blood
It's that damned old rodeo

(chorus)
Well, it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls a man
And her back's against the wall
And it's "so long girl, I'll see you"
When it's time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo

*chorus*

It's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin'
This dream they call rodeo

*chorus*
Well, it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

It's the broncs and the blood

It's the steers and the mud

And they call the thing rodeo

-Garth Brooks, Rodeo

Well, I hope you liked it. Sorry it's short, but I prefer quality over quantity. Only nice reviews will make me write more.