Chapter 2

When the time came for the Arlen Mowerthon 2006, Phil had the mower fixed. He took his truck all the way to Arlen with Tyler and Joe. Finally, he arrived at the race track, which was the same place where Hank raced his mower years before.

"Well, here we are," Phil said, unloading his tractor.

"Good thing you were able to fix it," commented Tyler.

Just then, Phil, Tyler, and Joe saw four men walking their way. It was Hank and the others! Hank walked forward. "Are you our competitors?" he asked.

"Yes, we are," Phil said. "Technically I am, though. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Phil Harris, Jr., and I'm a diesel mechanic."

"I'm Hank Hill, and I sell propane and propane accessories," Hank said. Hank and Phil then shook hands. "Is that your pit crew?"

"Yes. This is Tyler and Joe," said Phil.

"Well, these guys are my pit crew," Hank said, referring to Dale, Bill, and Boomhauer. "Their names are Dale Gribble, Bill Dauterive, and Boomhauer."

"Nice meeting you," Phil said. "So, tell me about your tractor."

"Well, it can go well up to 30 miles per hour, so you'd better watch out!" Hank laughed. "I don't think anyone can beat that!"

"I can," Phil said flatly. Hank looked shocked. "My mower can go up to 40 miles per hour."

"F-f-forty miles per hour!" gasped Hank. "Oh my god…" Hank then fainted on the spot.

Back home, Hank paced the floor of his living room. "I can't believe that someone will easily be able to outrace my lawn mower! I've gotta do something to stop that guy…but what?" Hank wondered.

"Oh, Hank, don't worry about it," Peggy said, walking into the room. "It's just a race."

"Just a race? I want to redeem myself this year. That last time, I didn't win, and now, I've finally got the chance to win," Hank said.

"Do what you want, Hank," Peggy said, "but just leave me out of it. I've got better things to do than worrying about how fast lawn mowers can go." Peggy walked off, leaving Hank thinking. Hank decided that there was nothing that he could do, but he decided to try and race anyway. He felt that something might happen in his favor.