Hello there! My name is Dusty Crophopper. I'm a world famous air racer that competed and won in the Wings around the Globe rally. You might think life is easy for me…but it's not. Let me tell you why….
Okay so long story short:
There once was a mother plane that lived on a farm, she was my mom. She gave birth to two planes: Me, and a stunt plane that they couldn't find a name for. A month later my mom died in an air-crash while working in the Navy. After we heard it on the news my brother that we called "No-Name" since he had no name yet flew away from home never to be seen again. I don't know his colour because his natural paint job hadn't faded in yet and neither had mine.
Anyways that's not the most important part, the most important part is what you will read next. I have wrote it down to make it easier for you.
On a cold morning in the town of Propwash Junction a crop-duster flew back and forth above a corn field dusting it to keep bugs away. His name was Dusty Crophopper, in other words: me.
He didn't really like his job, he thought it was boring, tiring, and very dirty. Others, thought otherwise like Leadbottom my boss.
"Come on Dusty keep it sprayin' keep it sprayin'!"
"Oh, come-on Leadbottom it's just dust! It's not like it's going to poison anyone!"
"Well you're poisinin' me!"
At that moment a train horn blew in the distance.
"Yes! Quitting time!"
"Hmph! Wanting to quit? How does that work? Don't you LIKE the smell of vitamin-mulch?
But Dusty was already long gone flying to his hangar. He was going to radio his best friend Chug who was a fuel truck.
The following sentences are in sequence: Dusty then Chug and so on.
-Chug come in this is Dusty Crophopper, come in. Over.
-…
-Chug!
-Dusty come on use the new code names!
-Oh- yeah, you're right. This is Strut Jetstream come-in Turbo El Truckzilla?
-No but close enough…Are you ready?
-Yeah Baby!