Uncle Sam has grown old and senile but ‘dil hai ki maanta nahin’ (the heart won’t listen). His aspirations of the bygone time when he was young and the world was full of adventure possess him every now and then. His reveries often project to his befuddled mind the image of the quaint supercop in straw hat, buckling up, tagging the hip holster and jumping on to the high horse to traverse not just the wild west but the entire globe.