It was a peaceful afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, the trees gracefully danced to the rhythm of the wind and clouds rolled slowly through the vast open sky. At an airport in California, US, the Jetsky 500 was about to begin. Planes from all across the globe came to be a part of this racing event. Including a certain blue British plane, that goes by the name of Bulldog. Bulldog rolled into pit row, but as his pitties went to his tent to start prepping him for the race tomorrow, Bulldog looked at who he was up against. There was Van der Bird from Poland, Sun Wing from China, Little King from Ireland, Arturo from Italy and Dusty Crophopper from Untied States. Bulldog hadn't seen the crop duster since the Wings around the Globe Rally 2 years ago and hadn't heard word from him since. But as he was reversing into his pit, he saw Dusty's pit being taken down.
"Excuse me," Little King called "Why are you taking down that tent?"
"Change of plans, Dusty had to pull out of the event at the last minute. He won't be racing tomorrow." Bulldog was very confused, why did Dusty pull out? Dusty was a world class racer now so, why would he stop racing. At that moment, Bulldog wondered if something else important came up.
"What can be more important than racing that he would give up this event?" Bulldog thought

"Crophopper 7, this is Propwash Tower, we got word that one of the fuel car on the 0900 hours train service to Ballahoo (If you get the reference, you get a cookie) has just caught fire on the train bridge, north-east of the town. You better get over there before the fire spreads to the other cars." Dusty's pontoons filled up with water from the river and he began to take off.
"Propwash Tower, I hear you loud and clear. My pontoons are filled and ready to go." Dusty did a hard 180 degree turn and followed the tracks down East. He found the caboose and saw the conductor (a pitty) waving a red flag. Dusty flew a bit lower, opened his left pontoon and circled around the burning fuel car, putting out an fire on the two other fuel cars beside them. He then did a hard 90 degree turn and then opened his right pontoon. Water flew onto the fuel car, extinguishing the fire. The diesel locomotive blew its horn at him and Dusty did another hard 180 degree turn and winked at him.
"Propwash Tower, Crophopper 7 reporting the fire is out."
"Excellent work Crophopper. Runaway 2, is all clear. You are free to land."

Dusty extended his wheels and landed a bit rough on the runaway. Chug was at the filling station, filling up Mayday when Dusty came to a stop beside him.
"One of these days, I'll get the hang of stopping with this things." Dusty said, annoyed. He may had have them for a few months but they weighted more than his old landing gear, making him very heaving and sometimes, made he go off balance and hard to readjust himself.
"Early days, pal."
"Well, I'm sick of early days. I want to learn how to land with this things."
Chug rolled his eyes. "There you go, Mayday."
"Thanks Chug." Mayday when off to go about his business. Chug then drove over to Dusty and started to fill him up. "And I also had to turn down another race because of a fire. I know I have to save the town and all, but how can I be a world class racer if I can't race?"
"Well done Dusty." The two looked over at Skipper. "Good job out there kiddo."
"Well, I would be a lazy firefighter if I didn't do my job." Dusty joked. He then got annoyed again. "I just wish I could have a race where I don't pull out. I mean, you remember what happened last week. I was in 4th place with 3 laps to go and I had to pull out because of a fire that Mayday couldn't get to. I would have won the American Sprint too."
"You were lucky that you weren't too far away from Propwash then. The fire would have spreaded towards the town."

"I know, I know." Dusty was a bit too annoyed to think so, he returned to his hanger. He rolled in and thought about how this firefighting career was affecting his racing career. He then glanced up, to where 6 trophies were, including the W.A.T.G.R., the Jetsky 100 and the Air-Jostler 500. His gaze then fell upon 4 photos, they hung beside his trophies case, going down. The first photo was of him and El Chu. They both had cups and they clanged them together. Sparky and one of El Chu's pities were holding them up but they were hiding from the camera. The second was of him and Bulldog. They both were outside with Dottie and one of Bulldog's pities. They were both stirring tea in a cup and the two planes were looking as posh as they can be for the camera. The third was of him and Rochelle. Dusty was in the bottom right corner of the photo with Rochelle taking ¾ of the photo. Dusty chuckled slightly until his gaze fell upon the last one. This one was both him and Ishani. Dusty had hit a few barrels outside and hurt his left wing a little. The photo was taken from their side, which Ishani chuckling a little and Dusty blushing a little. Dusty smirked, they were taken after the Wings around the Globe Rally, at his victory party. He missed all four of them and wondered if they were winning trophies themselves. He then rolled over to a small corner and turned on the television with one of his wings. Brent Mustangburger was talking to the fans.
"Little King will be joining the Jetsky 100 but a spot has opened up as Dusty Crophopper, 2nd time this week has pulled out of a racing event. No one knows what is going on with the cropduster but we all hope he will come back and join a racing event without leaving before finishing a lap." Dusty sighed sadly as Brent continued talking. Dusty had made his mark in the world but now, he wondered if he should give that up and help out here. A few minutes later, he turned it off again and then rolled out of his hanger.