THE SCENE: Against a backdrop of the prairies, two Indians watch a heard of buffalo passing by.
INDIAN: Well, I think it's about time - the way the corn's been growing for the last two or three generations.
SECOND INDIAN: Look at that heard of buffalo! They're ready!
INDIAN: Everything's living The Great Spirit's Way - in Harmony.
SECOND INDIAN: He'll be here soon.
INDIAN: The True White Brother is coming home. Remember what the Great Spirit said? If we did what we were supposed to do, and lived according to the Plan, White Brother would finish his work in the East and come back to us.
SECOND INDIAN: It'll be nice to have the family together again.
A Conquistador, a Padre and several Spanish soldiers enter to a trumpet fanfare and flamenco music. The buffalo scatter.
CONQUISTADOR: Buenos dias, amigos!
INDIAN: Hello! You must be The True White Brother!
CONQUISTADOR: Sure! You must be The Indians!
SECOND INDIAN: Welcome Home!
All the Spanish soldiers cheer.
CONQUISTADOR: Welcome to New Spain! This is your new Father - Father Corona.
FATHER CORONA: Pax vneuti nicutm! down on your knees, now! D'ye recognize what I'm holidn' over your head, lads?
INDIAN: It's a Cross. The Symbol of the Quartering of the Universe into Active and Passive Principles.
FATHER CORONA: God have mercy on their heathen souls!
CONQUISTADOR: What the Father means is - what is the Cross made of? Gold! Have you got any?
CONQUISTADOR: What about the Seven Cities of Gold? Phoenix, Tucson, Las Vegas?
SECOND INDIAN: This is Gold.
CONQUISTADOR: What's that?
SPANISH SOLDIER: Corn! Now we can make tortillas!
ANOTHER SPANISH SOLDIER: We been waiting for this for hundreds of years!
THIRD SPANISH SOLDIER: I just invented tacos!
CONQUISTADOR: So this is all you've got?
INDIAN: Yes, but aren't you The True White Bother who's supposed to come and live with us in peace?
CONQUISTADOR: Sure! Therefore, I claim this rich, verdant pasture land in the name of the Empire of Spain!
VESPUCCI: Hey! Hey, Capitano! The rain, she's a-stoppa to fall! And the corn, she's all dead!
CONQUISTADOR: Shuduppa', Vespucch! I claim this stinking desert in the name of the Empire of Spain. Forever! Let's go!
The Spanish soldiers grumble. The buffalo heard mills about.
SPANISH SOLDIERS: (singing) God bless Vespucciland! M-m-m-mmmmmm...
FATHER CORONA: Oh! By the way, Domini Domini Domini, you're all Catholics now! God bless you!
CONQUISTADOR: Come on, Father! No one in their right mind would live in this stinking desert!
THIRD SPANISH SOLDIER: Come on, Cisco!