"This sure is nice of you guys to give me an escort into town," Bridget told Bo during the drive into Hazzard County, "Maybe you boys can show me around a bit."

"We may just do that," he replied, "So where did you say you're from?"

"I didn't," she answered, and giggled, "My family's moved around a lot so it doesn't seem to do to put any roots any place particular."

Bo glanced over at her and inquired, "You a military family?"

"Not hardly," she answered after she chugged down more of her beer, "Just restless."

"Yeah," he returned his attention to the road, "I guess I could understand that."

"So that guy…" Bridge pointed behind them to where the General Lee was tailing them, "Your…brother?"

"Cousin."

"Makes sense, you two don't look anything alike…but then who does?" Bridget asked, "He was saying you two guys ain't done much traveling?"

"Not exactly."

"Gid-oudda-here," Bridget said, "With a car like that? A…what is that, anyway?"

"A Dodge Charger."

"I thought so," she replied, "How're you gonna have a nice car like that and not go nowheres with it?"

"We go plenty of places with it," Bo explained, "Just most of them are right around here."

"Why?" Bridget asked.

"It's a long story," Bo told her.

Bridget put her cowboy boots up on the dashboard and leaned back in her seat and said off-handedly, "Maybe I got the time."

Bo didn't pay much attention to what she said, then the next thing he knew, he looked over and saw the woman had her head tilted back and had fallen asleep with a beer in her hand. He was real glad now he'd offered to drive this car, he could just picture the crash that would've ensued if this woman had been driving and conked out. He hit the brakes and the car squealed as it swerved to a stop, the combination of the noise and the sudden jolt knocked Bridget back into consciousness with a pronounced snort and a sudden exclamation of, "I can see the road…oh!" she realized she was the passenger and not the driver and pressed her beer between her knees so her hands were free to rub her eyes, "What happened?"

Instead of actually answering, Bo inquired, "You been driving long?"

"Since I was 16," she answered.

"I mean you' been driving all night?" he asked as he kept one eye alternating between the road ahead of him, and the mirror to see Luke behind him.

"Part of it," she answered plainly, "The road waits for nobody. Get a chance to travel it, you just gotta take it."

"Where you traveling from?" Bo inquired.

"Well to tell you the truth on that one, I reckon I've been going in circles for a while," Bridget answered, "I've been to about every major city in the state and plenty of minor ones as well, and I gotta say after a while they all start to look the same, the roads look the same, the places look the same, the people look the same, even the food tastes the same. So I figured before I burnt out completely, wherever I wound up next I might just stop and take a break, collect my senses and all that." She pulled a second beer off the six-pack and held it out to him, "Want one?"

"No thanks," Bo replied, still not sure whether to attribute this woman's off color behavior to exhaustion from being on the road so long, or the possibility she might be on some drugs, or maybe she was just plain loony.

Her only response was a shrug of the shoulders and popped the pull tab back and started chugging the new can.

"Well, here we are," Bo told her, "Hazzard County."

Bridget watched the sign announcing entry into the county as they passed by it and she said to Bo, "So this where you guys live?"

"Yep," he answered.

"Lived here long?" she asked.

"Pretty much all our lives," Bo answered.

"You don't say," Bridget replied, "Is it nice?"

He thought about it and nodded his head, "Yeah, nice, usually kind of quiet, not a whole lot of excitement going on around here…just mainly a lot of nice, decent folk, living decent lives. We live on our Uncle Jesse's farm with him and our cousin Daisy."

"So what's this boss hog you guys was talking about?" Bridget asked him out of the blue, "That some new breed of pig or something? Do you get more bacon off of it?"

Bo got out a small snort and wasn't quite sure how to respond to that at first, then he told her, "It's not a what, it's a who, at least I think."

"Huh?"

"It's a guy," Bo said, "Or…close to one anyway."

Bridget scratched the edge of one eyebrow and asked him, "Hog the first or last name?"

"Last."

"So his mama named him Boss when he was born?" she asked.

"I doubt it," Bo replied with a small chuckle.

Bridget turned her attention to the scenery passing by the window on her side and suddenly she yelled at Bo, "Stop! Stop the car."

Bo hit the brakes and they squealed to an immediate stop, "What is it?"

Bridget was pointing across the street to a small store and told him, "I need to get a pack of smokes, I'll be right back. Here, hold my beer," she handed her half empty can to him and reached for the door handle on her side.

"No problem," Bo replied, taken slightly aback. He leaned back in the driver's seat and saw Luke had stopped right behind him.

Luke climbed out of the window of the General Lee and walked over to the Camaro and asked Bo, "Well, what do you make of it?"

In the 30 seconds Bridget had been in the general store, Bo had set the beer can aside and ransacked the glove box, obviously looking for something, he closed the door and told Luke, "Something weird's going on here."

"What's the matter?" Luke asked.

"No registration," Bo said, "Now I thought when she said she just got it, she meant the radio."

Luke's eyebrows knitted together as he said questioningly, "Maybe she meant the car."

"I don't know," Bo told his cousin as he started getting a better look at the dashboard, "Something about her strikes me as weird."

"Maybe because she's the first girl in this county that you're not going stupid head over heels for," Luke teased his cousin.

Bo ignored most of his comment and just replied, "I don't know, something don't seem quite right."

Bridget got a pack of cigarettes and a cheap lighter and was setting foot outside of the store and getting ready to light up when she saw the Duke boys standing by her car and talking, and though she couldn't make out what they were saying, they sounded very ominous. Fortunately for her, they didn't look her way, so she quickly stepped around the corner and went around to the back of the store, and saw across from it were several other buildings that seemed to be frequented based on the number of cars parked out back, including one car that stuck out like a drunk at a church revival. A large white Cadillac De Ville convertible with steer horns on the front. Bridget took the cigarette out of her mouth, pushed it back down into the pack, pocketed it, pocketed the lighter, and went over to the car to get a better look at it.

After going around it a time or two to get the full view of the behemoth, and looking towards the buildings to make sure nobody was coming out the back exits, she looked around and saw some large galvanized trash cans back behind the general store. Sauntering over, she sorted through the rubbish and found something that she decided she was looking for, a discarded two-by-four that had some wear in it but she decided it would work just the same. Grabbing one end of it like a baseball bat and slinging it over her shoulder, Bridget skedaddled back over to the Cadillac and swung back and smashed out one side of the headlights. Then when the glass scattered on the ground, she went over to the other side, swung again, and knocked out that light as well. Then she raised the board to get a more natural aim and swung even harder and knocked the windshield clear out and the glass fell like rain from the sky. With that, she chucked the board and went back the way she came. Just before she turned the corner though, the door opened to one of the buildings across the street and Rosco P. Coltrane came out to investigate the noise and first saw Boss Hogg's car smashed to bits, and at the last second caught glimpse of a tall guy with blonde hair turning the corner.

"Hey you!" he called, "Stop! In the name of the law!"

But it didn't happen, so Rosco started to chase after the guy, only to have his attention diverted by his boss's voice calling out the door, so he turned around and scrambled to get to Boss Hogg and explain to him what had happened first, then chase down the vermin responsible for the vandalism.

Upon seeing what had become of his car, the cigar fell out of Boss Hogg's mouth as his jaw dropped, his eyes widened, his hands curled, and he looked like he'd just seen a ghost, and he tried to holler but all that came out was a series of choked grunts and stammering.

"AHH! M-ma-my-my-ooh! MY CAR!" he finally managed to get out, "Wha-wha-wha—WHO did this?"

"I don't know, Boss," Rosco said, "But I think it's them Duke boys again."

Boss Hogg's eyes widened even further and his jaw dropped again as he started stammering, "Da-du-du-de-THE DUKES? The Dukes did…that! to…m-ma-my CAR? I'll kill 'em!"

"I'd swear as I came out I caught a glimpse of Bo Duke going 'round the corner there," Rosco explained.

Boss Hogg glared at Rosco and told him, "Well don't just stand there you big dummy, go get 'em!"

"Yes sir, Boss!" Rosco started running, but before he could round the corner, Boss Hogg was calling to him again.

"Rosco, ain't you forgetting something?"

Rosco turned back around and asked, "What's that, sir?"

Boss Hogg looked at the sheriff like he was the stupidest man alive, and right now he was pretty sure that he was, and asked him, "Where's your car?"

"My car, it's…" Rosco looked around and realized it wasn't there.

"It's official, I'm surrounded by morons," Boss Hogg said.

"I know it was right here, Boss," Rosco told him, and went over to an empty spot, "I left it right here."

Boss walked over to the area and looked up and asked Rosco, "Right here in this here 'No Parking' spot?"

Rosco looked up and saw the sign and groaned, but he wasn't ready to admit defeat. "Boss, I know that wasn't there before…I'll bet you them Dukes did this and had Cooter tow it away."

"Well then, Rosco," Boss Hogg told him, "You're just gonna have to get on over to Cooter's garage and get it, aren't you?"

Bridget hadn't stuck around to hear the fireworks. She went back around to the front of the store, and now didn't see the Dukes anywhere; so she took back out the pack of smokes, took out the same cigarette she had earlier, stuck it in her mouth and was just getting it lit when Bo and Luke came out of the store.

"Where were you?" Luke asked her.

Bridget looked at the two men dumbstruck and said nonchalantly, "I went around the corner for a smoke…"

Luke stared her down and noted, "Looks new to me."

"Cheap lighter," Bridget used as her defense as she finally got it to spark to life.

"We waited for ten minutes," Luke said, "You said you'd be right back."

Bridget looked surprised at their behavior and said dismissively, "I'm sorry," like she didn't really get what the big deal was.

"We just took the whole store apart looking for you," Bo told her, "We thought something had happened."

"Something like what?" Bridget asked.

There was a slight pause before Bo answered, "Nothing, never mind," deciding it was better not to right away get into what kind of antics were bound to happen in Hazzard County with the likes of Boss Hogg pulling the strings on everybody.

"I'm sorry, Luke," she said.

"Bo."

"Sorry," she replied, "I'm terrible with names."

"Well now that that's settled," Luke said to her, "Would you like us to give you that tour of Hazzard County?"

"Sounds good to me," Bridget told them, "Let's get out of here."

"You mind if I drive us?" Bo asked.

"Not at all," Bridget said, then dropped her cigarette and crushed it under the pointed toe of her boot.

As it turned out, Rosco didn't have to go to Cooter's garage to find his car. In fact it turned out that whoever took it had merely released the brake and rolled it down the back alley a block down from where he'd left it. Not exactly the Dukes' trademark touch, so Rosco was willing to write that off as just being some reckless kids out for a laugh. But Boss Hogg's car, that was another matter altogether, there were only two people in the whole county who might have the nerve and lack the brain to smash up the Boss's car, but even Rosco would've never guessed they had it in them, especially not in the bold faced light of day. He got in his car and took it around to the main street and got there just in time to see a red car take off in a blur, much like the General Lee when the Duke boys drove it, and in the midst of the takeoff it offered Rosco only the slimmest of glances at the same blonde in the passenger seat of the car that he'd seen five minutes ago.

Dumbfounded by what was going on, Rosco got on his radio to Boss Hogg and told him, "The Dukes just left, Boss, but they ain't in the General Lee…looks like some kind of red sporty car…" he thought about something and added, "And it looks like Bo got a haircut."

Boss Hogg's voice crackled back over the radio, "I don't care if he got his hair cut, get those Dukes. I'm going to put them away for sure this time."

"You got it, Boss, I'm on it," Rosco said, and signed off, and hit the gas.

Unfortunately for Rosco, he was going too fast to pay attention to what was going on ahead of him and smashed into the front of the car that he automatically knew on sight belonged to the Baptist preacher.

"Oh my Lord," Roscoe groaned when he realized the fix he was in now.

"This sho' is nice of you guys to give me a tour of your homeland," Bridget said to Bo during the drive, who thus far had yet to say a single word, "Must be nice out here…not all big and complicated like cities, eh?" she looked out the window and saw the scenery they were passing by and added, "Gotta admit though, don't seem to be too much to do out here…got about six blocks of houses and businesses, and then five miles of woods and ponds..."

Bridget turned and looked at Bo and saw that his eyes stared straight ahead at the road and his face was largely unreadable except for a slight curl of the edge of his mouth that looked like he might start growling.

"What's the matter?" Bridget asked.

Bo glanced at her, then looked out the back window, and turned off to the side, stopping the car outside of all the trees and instead over by a cliff overlooking yet another pond about 30 feet below. Behind them, the General Lee also came to a sudden stop, and Luke got out of the car and walked over to the Camaro.

"What's going on?" Bridget asked uncertainly.

Luke leaned in the window on her side and said to her, "You want to step out of the car and keep your hands where we can see them, please?"

"What's this about?" Bridget asked.

Instead of answering, Luke opened the door for her. Deciding to go along with the gag, Bridget slid over and out and put her hands up high. Bo slid out right behind her.

"What's in the trunk?" Bo asked.

"What's that matter?" she asked.

But Bo had the keys, so he went around to the back to pop it open himself.

"What're you hauling?" Luke asked Bridget.

"Who says I'm hauling anything?" she asked.

"You did," Bo answered, "Only one reason I can think of why somebody who just lit a cigarette would put it out before getting into their car instead of taking it with them."

"Because there's something in the car that might go off," Luke told her, "What is it?"

Bo got the trunk open and answered with a sudden, "Hot damn!"

"What is it?" Luke stepped past Bridget to see for himself.

The answer was enough to draw an impressed whistle out of him as he saw the trunk of the car was stuffed full of bottle rockets, Roman candles, cherry bombs, M-80s and smoke flares.

"What do you think, Luke?" Bo asked, "Must be about $500 worth of fireworks here."

"Enough to keep the skies lit up for a week," Luke turned to Bridget, "But this ain't the 4th of July."

"You got something against fireworks?" Bridget asked nonchalantly.

"No, except they're out of season and happen to be illegal," Luke said.

"They's only illegal if I use or sell them before the holiday," she answered, "Which I'm not. Besides, it's really only illegal if I get caught, and I never get caught."

Bo looked to his cousin and asked him, "What do you think, Luke?"

"I think there's more to it than we're seeing," Luke told him, "Let's get this stuff out and see what else is in here."

"Oh really!" Bridget folded her arms against her chest and looked put out.

The two Dukes made quick work of digging out the sky rockets and artillery shells and firecrackers, and found that there was in fact something more hiding in the trunk. Duke reached in under the remaining fireworks and pulled out a 12 gauge pump action shotgun, and one of the biggest ones he'd ever seen.

"What the hell is this?" he asked Bridget.

"Looks like a probation violation of the greatest dimension to me," they heard from behind them.

All three of them spun around and saw Rosco standing in front of his slightly mangled police car, his gun drawn on them and a big smirk on his face followed by his telltale 'coo coo' sounds.

Rosco stood with his feet shoulder length apart, both hands curled around his Smith and Wesson revolver, aimed right at the Dukes, and he was practically choking on his 'coo coo' sounds, he was also practically grinning from ear to ear as he said excitedly, "I got you Dukes this time, I finally got you! You ain't getting out of this one!"