Hey everybody! So this is my first ever DOH ff. So please, if you have any tips, comments, criticism, feel free to leave me a review! Even if you don't have any of the above leave a review. Feed the muse!
Now on with the show!
Boss Hogg paced nervously around his office smoking a big cigar. He had sent his lug nut of a Sheriff, Rosco P. Coltrane, to meet the afternoon bus and pick up his new secret weapon to scam the Dukes nearly a half an hour ago. Boss had figured that even Rosco was smart enough to find his way to the bus stop and back without getting lost, but now he was having his doubts. Marching to his office window that overlooked Hazzard Square, he split the blinds with his fat little fingers and peered out, scanning the town for a black cowboy hat and a shiny badge.
"Good news! Good news!" Rosco squeaked from Boss' office door, waltzing in like he owned the county, not just a puppet. Seeing the scowl on Boss's face, Rosco resorted back to his usual scurry as he came to stand by the fat man. "Boss, let me introduce you to Miss Annabelle Shelton."
When Annabelle stepped into the office, both men had to work to keep their eye balls in their sockets. She was about five and a half feet tall, couldn't weigh more than 110 pounds. She wore a low-cut, fitted tang top that flaunted her curves and a pair of blue jeans that looked as if they were painted on. Her dirty blonde hair fell in loose ringlets around her angelic face. Big, brown doe eyes were framed with a set of thick lashes that went for miles and a little crooked lip glossed smile to top it off.
"Well, well, well, and well. Miss Annabelle Shelton, how do you do?" Boss said in a sickly sweet tone as he walked across his office to take Annabelle's hand and kissed it.
"I'm fine thank-you." she replied in a seductive voice pulling her hand away from Boss's greasy paw. "Now Hogg, what exactly is it that you would like me to do?" Putting her hands on her hips she was all business.
Composing himself, Boss walked to his big desk chair and took a seat. "Well Miss Shelton, only what comes natural."
"A lot of things come natural, you're going to have to narrow it down some." Annabelle smiled as she took a seat in front of the cherry wood desk.
"Well, I was thinkin'," Boss leaned towards her, all scheme now, "If you could somehow get in with one or both of this, er, problem I got runnin' around—"
"The Duke boys?" she finished for him, leaning back in her chair. "Those two good looking guys that drive an orange Charger with a Confederate flag on the roof?"
"Well, er, yeah. But—" Boss stammered, "how did you know about the Dukes?"
"I just did a job in Chickasaw County and saw Sheriff Little chasing them around town. I did some asking around and now I know all about Bo and Luke Duke."
"Well good, good! So we don't have to fill you in much." Boss delighted, lighting another cigar.
"Yeah, but what do you want done with them Hogg?" Annabelle looked at his scheming face wondering what this infamous double-crosser had in store for her.
"Well now Annabelle honey, I need you to help me put those Duke boys behind bars." Boss hit his fist against the desk to convey his point. "They've been causing me enough trouble over the years. It's about time I get this county running wide-open again!"
The sight of a bright orange Charger passing by on the street outside caught Annabelle's eye. She watched them as they pulled up in front of a place called 'Hazzard Garage.' "So you want me to get in with one of them and then set them up for a federal rap I'm presuming." She said offhandedly as she watched the two Duke boys talking with the local mechanic.
"Yes Annabelle dear, you must have read my mind!" Boss swooned, "That is just exactly it!"
Annabelle sat watching the boys across the street, pondering how to carry out the job. "So Hogg, how much do I get out of this?" she asked turning back to the Hazzard Commissioner.
"Well when we talked on the phone I said five grand didn't I?"
"No, actually I'm pretty sure it was closer to ten." she replied, leveling Boss a look that dared him to argue.
"Oh yes, now I remember, of course, how silly of me!" Boss grumbled. "But you won't get it until them Dukes is in jail!"
"Yeah right Hogg." Annabelle laughed. "I've heard some stories of you being kind of a double-crosser." She smiled as she watched the fat man try to come up with a response, when none came she continued. "Half up front, half when the job's done."
"Okay, okay if you want to play that way." Boss grumbled as he got out of his chair and waddled over to his safe. Quickly entering the combination, he pulled out a wad of money, counted off ten thousand dollars, and closed the safe again. "Now, for the spit!" he giggled as he pulled out a giant paper cutter and cut the wad of cash in half. Annabelle took her half of the stack, satisfied with the deal and stood up to leave. "Annabelle dear, wouldn't you like to hear my plan?" Boss asked, insulted that she intended on leaving without his saying she could.
Annabelle turned to look at him. "I work alone. I don't need any of your input." she looked out the window again to see that the Dukes were still at the garage. "I do have a question for you though."
"And what is that?"
"Those Dukes, do they spend a lot of time at that garage across the street?"
"Oh yes, yes, there most everyday! But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Just working on a plan to get them boys in jail for you." With that, Annabelle smiled at the County Commissioner and the Sheriff, and walked out of the office to get down to business.
The next morning, dressed in a pair of baggy, ripped jeans, an old loose t-shirt and a ball cap, Annabelle went to see Cooter Davenport. She found the mechanic under the hood of a green sedan cleaning out a fuel pump. Cooter looked up when he heard footsteps on the cement in the shop and smiled at the little lady. "Well good morning little lady, what can I do for ya?" He gave her a big toothy grin and wiped his hands on an old shop cloth.
"My name is Anna, and I was wonderin' if ya'll might have a job opening." leaning up against the side of the green car, Annabelle was channeling all her efforts into an alter-ego.
Cooter looked down at the floor and chuckled under his breath. "Sorry ma'am, but I ain't hirein'." He looked at her with a serious look on his face and shrugged his shoulders.
"Is it cause I'm a woman? Cause I can probably strip your lug-nuts boy." she snapped. Walking around the front of the car Cooter was working on, she grabbed the fuel pump and began to pick up where he left off. Ignoring Cooter's objections about how it wasn't because she was female and how he just didn't have enough work, Annabelle finished cleaning out the pump, slid a new gasket in that was lying on the mat beside the engine and continued to put the pump back together. Cooter gave up on trying to talk to her and instead took to watching her. Annabelle smiled at the improvement and reached down to fasten the fuel pump back where it belonged. Turning back around to face Cooter, she jumped up so she was sitting on the car. "So, change your mind?" she asked, leaning forward towards him.
"Well you are one heck of a mechanic, I'll give you that much, but really, Miss…"
"Anna, Anna Berkley." Annabelle reached her hand out to shake Cooter's.
"Well Miss Anna Berkley, I'd love to have ya around, but really, I don't think I got enough work to keep the both of us busy." Cooter had his hands in his pockets, looking Annabelle over as she perched on the car like a hood ornament.
"I only need work for a couple of weeks." Annabelle pleaded, hopping off the car to stand right in front of Cooter, trying to pull the poor-girl-that-has-to-feed-her-family-look. "You see, I'm on my way to New Orleans and I ran out of money. I spent my last five bucks on a bus ticket that got me this far before they kicked me off." She looked down at the floor where she was toeing at the floor, she sighed before looking back up at Cooter. "But I understand if ya ain't got no work for me. I'll just go hitch-hike my way to Louisiana." With that, she turned to leave the garage, hoping she had convinced the hick mechanic to take her on.
"Anna, wait." Annabelle smiled to herself before slowly turning around. Cooter had a look of defeat on his face. "You know, I could probably take you on for a few weeks. I got some buddies who really like to wreck cop cars." He smiled at her and she ran up to him and threw her arms around him in a grateful hug.
"You have no idea how much this means to me Mr. Davenport!"
"Please, call me Cooter."
"You have no idea how much this means to me Cooter!" She corrected. Means ten thousand dollars to me. She thought as they shared a laugh and Cooter began giving a guided tour of the Hazzard Garage.