It had been a few days after his revolution and he began to wonder should he tell his friends. As he was travelling through Propwash, he looked up to the water tower to see "We are the proud town that has 4 time race winner and firefighter, Dusty Crophopper as a resistant." Dusty sighed; having two jobs was hard enough but having to miss out on one to do the other much worse. It was like having two boyfriend or girlfriends; you need to dump one to keep the other. Dusty was so busy looking, he didn't see Dottie reversing out of her workshop. He hit her square on, causing to launch forward.
"Sorry Dottie" Dusty stuttered "I…I didn't see you…"
"It's alright Dusty. I wasn't really paying attention." Dottie eyed Dusty curiously. "Something on you mind?"
Dusty sighed and realized this was his moment to get a load of his wings "Dottie, I don't think I should have two jobs."
"What?" Dottie was a little puzzled "What do you mean?!"
"Dottie, I know becoming a racer was probably greatest thing that I could ever accomplished and becoming a firefighter to reopen our town was smart and brave of me to do so. But, I keep missing out on one to do the other, even on my day off, I have to be called in. I…I don't know which one I should keep."
Dottie understood what was happening now. Wasn't easy for someone to work two jobs, let alone a teenager working 6 jobs a week. Most of the resistants' of Propwash never worked two jobs so they couldn't relate to Dusty's problem. Dottie then rolled directly in front of Dusty.
"Dusty, we are your friends and we want you to be happy. If you have a problem, we try to help you. I may have been hard on you when you first started racing but you show me and the world what you are made of. Just because you give up one to work on the other, did doesn't mean we'll be mad or unhappy with you, we love you here and we want you to be happy."
Dottie put her arms around his suspension beams as a hug. Dusty smiled and rested his nose on her cap very softly. A second later, Dusty opened his eyes and frowned nerously.
"Dottie, do you think Skipper will be as supportive as you?"
"Only one way to find out."
"Wait, so let me get this straight, between fighting fires here and racing around the world, you having a hard time picking between them?" They found Skipper, Chug, Sparky and Mayday at Honkers later.
"Well, to be fair" Chug began "You could be fighting fires here that have the same boring scenery here, seeing everyone you know and love, dipping and diving, collecting water to stop the burning hot fires that can melt everything in site from reaching our town"
"I know that but still…"
"Or," Chug continued ignoring Dusty all together "you could be racing, showing off your skills and racing in new places, winning and showing off how zeros like you became heroes. Let me tell you something Dusty…"
Skipper looked very unamused as he listened to Chug's rant. "Alright, alright." Chug then stopped talking. "He gets the picture. Dusty, the way I see it is, is that you could let your fans down by quitting or you can let your family down. You leave firefighting, this town will close but we will still love you, even for your mistake."
Dusty began to get a little unhappy "That doesn't help at all."
"Oh it will" Skipper chuckled "Just give it time."
Dusty, with much thought, decided to head back to his hanger and rest up there. Once he was out of earshot, Dottie turned to the others as they drank their cans of oil. "Dusty really needs help deciding this." Then, Dottie had an idea. "I've got it. What Dusty needs is his friends to help him through this. I better make some calls, starting with Piston Peak." And with that, Dottie drove away, leaving a very confused trio of vehicles behind.
